His POV
"Class dismissed!" Flitwick chirped from the front of the room and began busying himself preparing for the next class. His students began putting away their belongings and filing out of the room.
"Well that was dry, but that's not really surprising, god this school has gone to the dogs" Draco drawled, catching Crabbe and Goyle's attention and earning both snorts of derisive laughter and groans of agreement from his lackeys. Draco sighed quietly, he didn't really like Crabbe and Goyle. Sure they were useful, and they backed him up, but they were awfully dull and boring.
He looked dully across the room as he packed his bag and his gaze gravitated back to you. This seemed to keep happening. He seemed to always be staring at you, needing to tear his gaze from you over and over.
His mouth pulled up in an involuntary little smile as he looked at you. You were in your own little world, writing something on a paper even though class was over. Your friend started trying to glimpse the contents of the page.
"Draco Malfoy?!?!" she exclaimed, clearly reading the name on the page. Everyone in the room looked at her, and at him. He smirked, raising an eyebrow and stalked over to the two of you. He was curious, very very curious, and more than a little hopeful if he was being honest with himself, which he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be. He told himself he also needed to read it out loud now that attention had been drawn to it, he had to. If he didn't it would be odd and suspicious because his name had been called out like that. He simply couldn't have rumours circulating about Y/N being an exception to his mockery. Plus, you weren't an exception, he told himself firmly. He just needed to act haughty and disdainful about your note out loud and everyone would think all was in order.
He was next to you in seconds and he grasped the paper easily right before you hid it away from him.
"Well, well, well, what's this?" he drawled, turning it over and glancing down at its contents "a note about me, is it?" You whipped around and began reaching for it, but Draco held the page up high.
"Stop, no, please stop Draco" He could hear the desperation in your voice, the pleading. He wanted to obey and reassure you, but he also wanted to toy with you. And most of all he wanted to know what you'd written about him. Wait, no, most of all he wanted to avoid rumours, right?
"Well, I suppose we must hear what's written" he threw you a disdainful look, hoping his act was convincing.
"No Draco, I'm begging you please stop" he noticed your watery eyes, he was sure he would give in if he kept toying with you, so he turned to the page and began reading.
"Could you hold me through the night? / Put your lips all over my mine / Salty face when I start cryin'" It was cheesy, but it was really quite cute actually. I can't be thinking that, he chastised himself. He hoped his expressions conveyed an appropriate amount of mockery, disgust and amusement. He laughed and pouted, mocking your tears, Crabbe and Goyle imitated him, guffawing and enjoying themselves thoroughly. When he looked up and saw you were actually crying though, he stopped mocking and kept reading.
"Could you be my first time? / Eat me up like apple pie" Draco raised an eyebrow, amused and surprised by the simile, but his voice caught as he read the next line.
"Make me not wanna die" He frowned and glanced at you, he hadn't expected this. Sure you weren't a constant ray of sunshine, you didn't display boundless energy, in fact you mostly kept quietly to yourself, but everytime Draco saw you on your own with your friends, you were so full of life and love, he always assumed you were happy. Well, at least happy most of the time.. but this.. this was much rawer and more honest than he had expected in a note meant for him. Even if he was never supposed to read it, he was touched at the honesty and trust. He realised he was breaking that trust.
You had written this, probably never meaning anyone to read it. How much had you been hurting on your own? What were you keeping bottled up, hidden from the world? His chest ached as he thought about that.
He had to keep reading. His friends laughed on, how could they after that last line? He couldn't stop right there. what else had you written?
"Love me rough and let me fly / Get me up, yeah, get me high / Tie me down, don't leave my side" Again Draco raised an eyebrow, smirking at you, he hadn't realised you would like that kind of thing. And from him? Sounded fun. He hoped his expression managed to reflect the opposite.
"Don't be a waste of my time" he concluded softly. He didn't think his acting was holding up, he couldn't help but gaze searchingly at you, concerned, touched, confused.
It felt like he gazed at you forever. But then Crabbe smacked his shoulder. "Ouch!" He looked back angrily and realised they were still guffawing and seemed not to have noticed his behaviour at all. "Watch who you're hitting like that you big buffoon!" This was a perfect distraction and change of topic. "Come on, let's go" he huffed, tossing the note back to you and pushing Crabbe and Goyle out of the room ahead of him. He glanced back at your crying, upset form, huddled on the floor. Concern and affection once again tugging at his expression.
This was bad, he thought as he got far enough from the room and stopped pushing Crabbe and Goyle, taking his usual place ahead of them. This wasn't what he had wanted.
He had hurt you. Much more deeply and seriously than he had ever intended from his "harmless" toying and teasing. This was not what he had wanted. Crap... he wanted nothing more than to go back into the room so he could hug you and comfort you. What was he going to do now?