he looks at you with disgust
So what’s up with your face? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
he continues to look at you with disgust
What crawled up your arse and died?
she just sat on the floor looking at nothing in particular.
he stares at you from the doorway before he walks into the room
What are you doing sitting on the floor?
What? Did I do something to upset you?
he scoffs and rolls his eyes
Everything about you upsets me.
what’s wrong? i asked, looking up at you from my book
"What’s wrong?" Draco repeated in disbelief. "Everything is wrong! Starting with the fact that I’m stuck here with you."
I walk in my room and I close the door behind me and I sit on my bed
he followed you into your room and he closes the door behind him, leaning against it as he crosses his arms over his chest
What? Have I done something to offend you?
he scoffs “You just exist”
What? Am I not pretty enough for you?
he rolls his eyes
As if… it’s not that you’re pretty enough… it’s just the fact that I hate you.
she looks at him with no emotion
he raises an eyebrow at your lack of emotion, expecting you to be angry or something but just seeing how indifferent you are confuses him a bit
I look at him with no emotion
he scoffs and looks away
“you’re so damn cold”
she sees it and runs away crying
he smirks as you run away, but then he feels a pang of guilt in his chest. He tries to ignore it, but the image of you crying sticks in his mind.
What's wrong, Draco? Don't like the way I look in this dress?
he looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your body a bit longer than necessary before he scowls
You look… adequate.
he scoffs
“what’s wrong? what’s wrong is that im stuck with you”
she was looking at her phone, not noticing what he was doing
he takes a step closer to you, studying you