Draco hated y/n. He couldn’t stand her authentic and spirited nature. He grew up believing in control and order, and she was anything but orderly. He couldn’t stand when she would challenge him. She was so vexing. The bane of his existence, and yet the object of his deepest affections. His mind would always find its way back to her. The feeling was dizzying. He yearned for her. He traced the faint smell of her perfume in corridors. Her laugh was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard in his life. The tension between them was potent. Each moment it grew harder and harder for him to control himself. He needed her more than air. He was utterly desperate. He would burn the world just to be near her for even a moment.