Untouched Draco x reader

Draco flips the letter around and hands it back to me like it's nothing. Relief washes over me.

"Thank you."

"Are you honestly not going to the dance?", Draco asks.

I put the letter back in my pocket where it's out of reach. "Yes", I answer," I see no point in going."

I can practically feel his steel gase slicing down at me. "And if I were to come with you?" He ask carelessly. Like it's nothing.

My heart drops cold through my swirling stomach. I forget to not look at him and meet his gase. His eyes are stern with confidence, a smile playing lightly on his lips. I laugh dryly, to ease the tension in my chest.

"Is this your way of asking me to the dance?"

His face doesn't change, he doesn't waver at his answer," Yes" Draco replies.

I try not to breathe, not to move, to hide how his words make my body malfunction.

"I'm sure there are plenty of other girls who'd die to go with you" I say lightly.

Draco walks towards me until our bodies are pressed against each other. I take a deep breath and only smell him making my attempt to calm my rattling body useless.

"But I want you"

I refuse to breathe. I can't let him overtake every part of my body. He already consumes my thoughts, my late night dreams , my silent wishes that I make without noticing. He can not take this much control over me. He's just a teenage boy. A teenage boy that lashes out the most absurd comments at innocent people, a boy who possess the most rarest hair colour that lights up like a crown in the early morning light. A teenager who possess every part of me, it seems. How did I let this spiral out of control like this? I, of all people, should know better.

"Just give me a chance, y/n "

I snort to seem uninterested in a boy that I'm very much interested in. I avoid his eyes bearing down on me.
He is everything I should hate.
Draco Malfoy never has anything good to say to anyone. He's so God damn wrapped around his own ego that he never stops to look at the damage he creates. In class, he always has something to say and never anything good. On the field he plays dirty. Without hesitation he caused distruction so why, why do I want to give him a chance? I should say no. I should walk away from him and never look back. But I have a heart that was created to love and I hate how much good I see in every bad thing he does.

"I'm not going to the dance Draco", I softly say.

He doesn't seem fazed by my answer ," Fine",  Draco huffs ," Your loss."

Something inside of me breaks, snaps. Exhausted at keeping my anger coiling in my veins. "It's not my loss Draco. I have more important things to do than flaunt around in a silly dress."

Anger lashes in his eyes. He doesn't hide it. Anger is one of the few emotions that he's not scared to show.