Y/ns POV
A week had gone by and Draco and my interactions were nothing short of heavy and steamy. We had explored just about every part of each other's bodies by this point but not one conversation had gone down about anything important to us. We had seen the color of red each other are when we are bare, but we don't even know what each other's favorite color is. Feelings between us were irrelevant. Just about as irrelevant as the way we feel about the weather. School was not awkward, but it wasn't an official relationship so a little bit of tension was just inevitable. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but Draco didn't want to be in a relationship and what I wanted didn't even matter to me. It was, without a doubt, a strictly no strings attached relationship! I wouldn't even call it a relationship! It's just...a...thing.

"Hey Draco."
"Sup?"
"What are you doing after school today?"
"I don't know, probably studying."
"Want me to help?"
"No thanks."
"Why are you being so short with me?!"
"I'm not." He closed his locker and without looking at me he walked away. He put his headphones in and walked to class.
I was stumped. He never ignored me. Why was he doing this? I had to figure it out! He couldn't ignore me all day! We have lunch together, I'll get him them.

"Hey! How's your day going?" I suggest a conversation as I sat down next to draco.
He ignored me and kept his headphones in.
"Draco! Draco Malfoy! Are you purposely ignoring me?" I was starting to get upset. I pulled a headphone out and he looked at me with a deadly glare.
"What is your problem?" He snapped.
"My problem?! What's yours? You've been ignoring me all day! You could at least say hi! I know we aren't a real couple but you could at least acknowledge the existence of the person you've been spending quality time with."
"Why should I?" He scoffed as he liked back down at his food.
"Is there something going on? Can I help?"
"Stop asking to be in my life y/n! I don't want-" His shouting dissipated in milliseconds.
I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his face to look at me.
I leaned in softly and placed a kiss on his lips. He didn't move any of his body except for his lips to kiss me back softly.
"Feel better?" I ask.
He smirked at me and kissed me again.
"T-the truth is... I really like you. Like really like you."
"You do?"
"Yeah. And I know that's not what we agreed on, but I don't know if I can keep doing this when I want something more. I want substance, I want life and comfort! I want more than some stupid make out session when I'm upset. I want to be able to cry to you when I'm sad. I want to be able to hold you when you're sad. But I know that's not what you want and I'm sorry if that changes how you think of me but I-"
I interrupted him with a kiss again. This time he was more passionate.
"I like you too."
"Really?"
"Definitely."
He smiled at me and then pressed his forehead to mine. After a second he kissed my forehead and smiled to himself. He looked at his shoes and fiddled with his shirt buttons. He whispered quietly but I understood.
"I'm glad you like me too because I've never wanted someone to like me before but I really hoped you'd like me too."