Draco and y/n hate eachother. Like deeply so. Arguments in the corridor, yelling matches in the common room. Words sharp and cruel. The issue? Draco doesn’t actually hate y/n. And he’s so glade no one can read his mind. Because even if y/n and him have hated each other since they met. Draco has been imagining y/n in outlandish outfits since fifth year, short ass skirts, that vampire costume y/n wore in sixth year’s Halloween costume(specifically the fake blood that dripped from their lips), maid costume, and more.