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you stood in draco's room, your patience hanging by a thread as his voice rose in frustration.
"listen to me!" you yelled, your hands clenched into fists.
"no! why are you with him?" draco's eyes burned with anger, his jaw tight.
"because he's my friend, draco! god, can you stop being so protective and let me have friends?" you spat, exasperation leaking into your tone.
draco scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "ben was all over you! you didn't see the way he had his arms around you."
you had enough. you knew he wasn't going to listen, and you weren't going to waste your time arguing. without another word, you turned on your heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind you.
"y/n!" draco shouted after you, his voice desperate. "y/n, come back!"
but you didn't stop. you marched straight to your dormitory, your anger boiling over as you slammed the door shut and locked it behind you.
— an hour later
you were still in your dorm, curled up on your bed, your mind replaying the argument over and over again. the sound of your door bursting open snapped you out of your thoughts.
blair stood there, slightly out of breath. "okay, news! ben does like you. and draco had a reason!" she said, shutting the door behind her.
your eyes widened. "what?"
"you heard me." she crossed her arms.
you groaned, pressing your hands against your face. "i need to talk to him."
"i'm right here," draco's voice suddenly filled the room, making both you and blair jump.
"fuck," blair whispered, clutching her chest. "you scared us." she glanced between you two before sighing. "i'll go." she pushed draco further into the room before slipping out and closing the door behind her.
draco took a slow step forward, his face softer now, filled with guilt. "i'm sorry," he said quietly. "i'm sorry that i didn't let you explain yourself. i should've listened instead of jumping to conclusions."
you exhaled, guilt settling in your stomach. "no, you were right. ben does like me. i should've noticed it sooner. i'm sorry, draco."
"no," he said firmly, shaking his head. "don't apologize. you have nothing to be sorry for. i was the one who messed up, and i hate that i made you feel like you couldn't even talk to me."
you nodded, and he took a seat beside you on the bed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. his warmth, his scent—everything about him made you feel safe.
"i love you so much," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "i'm so sorry."
"it's okay," you whispered, resting your head against his chest as he leaned back against the bed's columns, his fingers gently running through your hair.
