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chicken-noodle-slytherin · 4 years

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Friends?

Part two of two.

Draco Malfoy x Mudblood Slytherin!Reader

Tw: swearing

A/n: the last part was little messy! Sorry about that, I hope this one is better.

After my final class of the day ended, I decided it'd be best to start that essay, or at least my half of it, before it's too late and Draco gets mad at me. I hope he's thinking the same thing too, and at least goes to the library. I do see him there sometimes and when I do he's at least being respectful and studying. Though he seems to spend a lot of time in his dorm room, which he has to himself. Money can really do anything.

As I walk to the library, I notice a bushy brown-haired girl next to a taller blonde boy in the distance. As I walked closer, I recognized the two to be no other than Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. I immediately pick up my pace and go straight for them. I don't want either hurting each other.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy! I haven't told anyone." Hermione says, though I can barely hear it.

"People know! You've clearly told someone. Did you tell Potter?" Draco says, putting a very angry emphasis on 'Potter' the way he always does.

"No! And it's not exactly like you were completely invisible, Malfoy. You were out in the open, being nice to someone. I thought you'd at least be able to take the credit for having a tiny bit of caring capabilities, but apparently not." Hermione continues, trying to walk away.

"It's just that-" Draco stops himself and looks at me.

"Oh." He says, stopping in his tracks.

"Bye." Hermione waves at me and walks off, clearly trying to get out of the situation.

"Hey, Draco." I say, slightly annoyed. It's just that what? That he hates me and doesn't want people to know that he may be a nice person under all that facade?

"I'm heading to the library. We can work on our project there." I say dryly, trying to ignore everything he said before.

"Okay. I was thinking the same thing. I was just about to go look for you, actually." He gives a small, awkward laugh. He knows I heard him but didn't want to say anything about it either.

"Didn't know you could laugh, Malfoy." I say, walking in front of him, making my way to the library. He doesn't say anything in return, making the short trip feel longer than it actually was.

"Pick a seat." I tell him as we enter. The library was a bit more busy today, as practically Flitwick's entire class needed to get their projects done. The couches were filled up, as well as most seats along the bookshelves. Draco heads to a row with no one in it, and puts his stuff down without saying a thing.

"Okay. Cool." I say quietly, and follow suit.

"So. Have you started your part, yet? Or have any ideas about the presentation? Or?" I ask him, as he looks away and starts digging through his stuff in search of parchment.

"No." He replies coldly.

"Uh." I take a long breathe in. "Okay, then? You're acting strange. Stranger than you usually do." I say, taking out my parchment, quill, and ink. There was already some writing on the parchment, as I started in class like we were supposed to.

"I did start on the essay in class." He looks me in the eyes, making this whole interaction a lot more awkward than it needs to be.

"You okay there?" I say, stirring in my seat.

"I'm fine. It's just, did you tell anyone I carried you there?" He says. Oh boy, here we go.

"No. But people have eyes. They can see. Usually." I say. "And it's not like I remember you carrying me. I was passed out. Thank you for saving me, though."

"No need, I kind of had to. I'm actually sorry about that still, you know. Kind of." He says, and begins to scribble something down.

"Is that why you're acting so awkward? You already apologized to me. It's fine." I say.

"It's not just because of that." He says, and continues writing.

"What else then?" I say, not moving a muscle. I'm genuinely curious. About Malfoy.

"It's not like you care, y/n, it doesn't effect you." He puts his quill down.

"Just because it doesn't effect me doesn't me I'm not curious. And plus, it kind of does. If you write as weird as you're acting right now our grade can suffer."

"Whatever. Let's just finish this." He rolls his eyes. "We should work on our presentation first because of, well, we can finish the essays separately, I guess." He stutters.

"Do you need sleep or something? This doesn't need done tonight." I say.

"No, I'm fine. Just," He sighs, "let's just get this done."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Stop it , y/n. You don't actually care. We just need to finish this." He sounds irritated. I don't actually want to care. It's just that he helped me and I think I should help him, as mutual respect. I hope that's all it is to me.

"I kind of do, Draco. You're being kind of awkward. I want to know why you are." I say, trying my best to not sound weird. I end up sounding weird anyway, because caring about Draco should be weird. But it feels right.

"There's just a lot going on in my mind, and in my life, right now. I'm sorry if it effects our grade, I guess."

I sigh, but I try to comfort him. "It's okay, Draco. You're fine."

"Thanks." He scribbles some more words down on his parchment.

"Shall we start on our presentation?" I say, trying to change the subject back to what it originally was.

"Yes." He turns to me.

After a few hours of us discussing the presentation and how it's gonna go, I made Draco laugh at least once, and he seems nicer. There's way less tension than there was before.

"It's getting kind of late. I'm getting hungry." I say, and go to check the clock. The library is silent, with no one in it. It's not closed, but not even a ravenclaw is seen in sight.

"What time is it?" Malfoy shouts from behind the corner.

"Shit. We missed dinner." I say, and walk back to him.

"Did we really? It is dark outside..." He looks out to the window, and his face begins to sadden.

"Should we head back to the common room?" I ask.

"Yeah we just need to finish the essays, after all." He states. We both start gathering our things, and I realise I couldn't find my wand. I start searching frantically for it.

"Did you lose something?" Draco asks.

"Yeah. My wand. Have you seen it?" I ask.

"I haven't seen it on you since this afternoon, I thought you kept it in your room or something." He shakes his head.

"I had it on me when we entered, I swear..." I keep searching.

"Want me to help look for it?" He asks.

"That would be nice." I say, and he starts looking around to.

We look through the couches, the bookshelves, and practically everything else in the library.

"Have we tried retracing your steps?" Draco asks me.

"No, but I swore it was here. I don't remember dropping it or anything, but I had it when I entered." I say, sitting down on the couch. "You can go to your room, it's getting late. I can look for it myself."

"But I want to help you, it's the least I can do..." He says, sitting beside me.

"It's really fine, Draco. You have your own stuff to worry about too." I say, turning to him. He moves closer, but looks away.

"No, I want to help."

"Draco, if this is really about you jinxxing me, I'm over it. You didn't hurt me, you carried me there, really it's-" I get cut off by the sweet taste of Draco's lips against mine. I pull away, startled. Why did he do that? Did I even like it?

I stare into his cold blue eyes, which were flickering away from my eyes and to my lips. I lean in and kiss him again. I want to know if I like it. This time, he takes more control and pushes me into him. I don't want him to let go, but he does.

"I," He gives a small smirk. "wanted to do that for a while."

"I honestly thought you hated me." I say.

"I wanted to. I mean, my family is pureblood and all. They need me to hate people that aren't. So I kind of pushed you away. But after I nearly killed you, I realized that it was too far."

A small silence followed, but I broke it with a question. "Could you stop being so mean to other muggleborns then?" It was only fair.

"I-" He sighs. "I will try. It's hard getting rid of old habits. And I don't want anyone to find out about this, right now. It- family stuff. They would disown me."

"About you having a crush on me?" I say.

"Y/n, it's not just a crush. I want to date you." He stares into my eyes.

"Really?" I ask. He just kissed me, and now he wants to date? I just found out he doesn't hate me completely. This is a little too much.

But without thinking, I say, "I guess we could..."

"It will just be a secret for a little while. But for now, we could just pretend to be just friends..." He puts his arm around me.

"Friends?" I ask.

"For now. Until I figure out a way we could be more than in public." He kisses my head, and I lean into him.

"Oh, I have your wand." He says, taking out my wand from his robes.

"I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you." He kisses my forehead.

"You sneaky prick." I laugh.

"Hey! No calling me names anymore. We are dating." He laughs, too.

"Only in secret, so..." I flash a mischievous smirk at him.

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chicken-noodle-slytherin · 4 years

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Friends?

Part one of two.

Draco Malfoy x Mudblood Slytherin!Reader

Tw: swearing, slight angst

A/n: I haven't posted in a while so I decided to make a two parter.

"I hate that blonde prick." Hermione says, angrily chopping up some lavendar. Draco Malfoy just made a very loud remark about how that even Amortentia won't make anyone like her. Seeing as she seems to have more friends than Malfoy, who just has goons, I find that hard to believe.

"Really? I honestly couldn't have guessed." I say, throwing in some peppermint and stirring until the liquid inside the cauldron turns green.

"How are you even in the same house as him? You're so much better than anyone in that house. You're not even a pureblood. You're the first muggleblood admitted in deacades." Hermione says, eying the potion to make sure I'm doing it right. "Hermione you have brung this up every day since we first got sorted, what was it, 5 years ago?" I recalled.

"Yeah? It's still shocking to me. Slytherins are known as the 'pureblood house' for a reason. You should've been in Ravenclaw." She states, looking irritated.

"I'm not that smart Hermione. Speak for yourself, you're the smartest in the whole class grade." I say as she throws in the crocodile heart while I continue to stir.

"Yeah, but still you're not completely dumb unlike Crabbe or Goyle." She jokes, staring down my hand for any stirring mistakes. She was serious about getting good grades, and it honestly didn't hurt for her to help if I do make a mistake.

"Yeah. I think if I wasn't Slytherin I would be a Gryffindor though, after all they are pretty similar. Though I still don't like the whole rivalry thing. They're practically the same house, Gryffindor is just considered brave because they do things without thinking of themselves, while Slytherin puts themselves and their friends into the equation." I say, watching the liquid in the cauldron turn blue.

"That's rude," Hermione huffs.

"I'm just being honest. I mean, Harry is the most Gryffindor person that I know of, minus the founder, and he really only thinks of himself sometimes. I mean, look at how many times you have gotten in trouble or could have with him." I say, putting down the spoon on the table.

"Yes, but I did those willingly with him because he's my friend." She says, looking around to see if anyone else was done.

"And I get that, but he's also putting you in wreckless danger a lot of the time." I try to correct her, but she doesn't budge.

"You're just trying to say Slytherin is better than Gryffindor." She says, watching my eyes.

"Not exactly, I'm just saying that they're very similar with key differences." I insisted.

Hermione rolls her eyes. "Sure."

Snape comes to our table and looks down into our cauldron of what is hopefully calming draught.

"Are you two finished, Miss Granger and y/l/n?" Snape asked.

"Yea-"

Hermione cuts me off. "We have to wait 10 more minutes until it turns lighter." She corrects me before I could even say the wrong thing. I whisper a small thank you to her in return.

"I see." Snape says, then walks away.

"How do you deal with him?" She asks.

"Same way you do, but he kind of has an obligation to be nice because I'm in Slytherin. Only sort of." I state.

"True." She says, watching over the cauldron in front of us.

After Potions I didn't have any classes with Gryffindor, meaning I was unable to see Hermione, my closest friend. Luckily, I had classes with Hufflepuff, allowing me some time with kind people. I mean, as a mudblood in Slytherin, it can be harsh. Not the worst, but still, harsh.

As I walk to my next class, I notice Draco eying me up and down. He does that a lot, mainly because to him, I'm disgusting mudblood. I've gotten used to it by now.

"Hey, y/l/n!" He calls out, his goons behind him.

"What does mr. daddy's money want?" I roll my eyes.

"For you to be out of Slytherin, for one." He says, trying to catch up to my pace of walking, so I walk faster.

"For someone that hates me so much, you seem to be obsessed with me. I mean, calling out my name in the middle of the hallway, catching up to me? What are you going to do next, propose?" I say, grabbing hold of my wand at my side. He isn't usually prone to hex, but I wouldn't put it past him.

"Why would I ever want to marry a filthy little mudblood?" He smirks.

"Why would I ever want to marry a pompous asshole with horrible morals?" I say, looking forward. I don't like looking at him. Even his face disgusts me.

"You know I'm hot." He says. I nearly stop in my tracks to laugh.

"That's hilarious. I'm not one of the little girls who follow you around and act like they're in love with you because you have money, Malfoy. I actually see past the money, and clearly see that you're just a terrible person. Your personality can't even make up for lack of looks." I state, bearly able to contain my laughter.

"Shut up you mudblood!" He shouts, grabbing his wand.

"Fuck off Malfoy. What are you gonna do? Hex me?" I say, and immediately get shot with a spell and pass out. I don't remember what he was saying, but I do remember falling down.

I wake up to see Madam Pomfrey dabbing a warm cloth on my head. She stands back, and allows me to look around.

"Someone used flipendo on you, and you got knocked down one of the stairways. You're lucky Mr. Malfoy was there to save you from terrible damage." She states, very matter of factly.

I laugh. Why would Malfoy save me? He would rather all wizards with muggle parents die.

"No way." I chuckle. Madam Pomfrey looks at me weird and walks away. I look to the end of my bed to see Hermione.

"Hermione?" I ask. Of course it is, because she's honestly the only person who would care for me enough to check on me.

"Who?" She jokes, but a little sniffle comes out too.

"Are you okay?" I ask her and sit upright in my bed.

"I should be asking you that." She holds a tissue up to her nose.

"But I asked you first. What's wrong?" I look at her and wait for her response. She looks at me dumbfounded.

"What's wrong? I witnessed you fly down the bloody stairs!" She says. "Malfoy put a cushioning charm down before you landed but you passed out anyway. I couldn't believe it." She takes a long pause. "He carried you here. He freaking carried you here. He didn't say a word until he layed you down on the bed. He explained everything to Madam Pomfrey while I just cried. I thought you died!"

"He jinxed me! But he was the one that made me fly down the stairs! Why would he help me after he was the one to hurt me? I mean, he would get into less trouble. How did he say I fell down?" I ask. My thoughts were rushing through my head. Why did he save me? He could have let me die. That would be easier to explain.

"He said someone behind him jinxxed yoh but didn't see who it was because he was trying to save you. I thought he did. I mean, you are a Slytherin, why wouldn't he save you?" She states.

"Because I'm not pureblood, Hermione. What were you doing anyway? Why were you there?" I ask.

"We switched our potions books. You write all over yours." She says.

"I take notes in the margins in case I ever need to make it again." I shrug.

"And destroy a perfectly good book in the process." She says, sadly.

"I make it easier for myself in case I need to make it again." I pause. "But why would he save me? You know he's been my tormentor for years, not to mention yours too." I clarified.

"Yeah, but he's kind of obsessed with you, you know? He's meaner to you, but he's always finding ways to find you, and kind of stalks you. I mean, he knows you live in London. He knows your parents jobs. I wouldn't say he has a crush on you... but it seems that way." Hermione says, pissed off.

"Don't murderers find out where their victims live beforehand? If you ask me, he's just plain mean. And even if he did have a crush on me, which he doesn't, I wouldn't say yes if he asked me out." I state. I would absolutely say no, under every possible circumstance.

After a night in the hospital wing, I was free to go in the morning. No one stopped by all night after Hermione left, which was expected.

Once I changed into a fresh set of robes and started my first class of the day, charms with Hufflepuffs, I was fine.

Until I surprisingly got paired up with Malfoy. Flitwick is all for school unity, and I usually got paired up with a Hufflepuff for projects, though projects were rare.

"So, now that you have your partners assigned, I should probably have to tell you what you have to do." He chuckles. "Write and essay on how the charms, learned this semester, will help you with helping others. You and your partner will also show a demonstration on one example of helping others." He finishes. Oh boy. This will be a blast.

"Shit." I mutter to myself. Quite a few others do, too. I hate doing demonstrations, let alone with someone who I hate.

"Now, I will give you some class time to discuss and write with your partners. One scroll of parchment for each partner." He finshes. Everyone starts moving, besides me. I really do not want to do this.

"Y/L/N!" I hear Malfoy yell from across the room. I just want to sink into my seat and scream, but I walk towards him despite everything in my body telling me not to. He just almost killed me, and now I get to be paired up with him for a project. I mean, at the very least he's smart. Or has money to bribe the teachers. Either way, I'm getting a good grade.

I plop my things down on the seat next to him. He leans back in his chair and looks me in my eyes. His cold blue eyes didn't make me feel any less uneasy. They were harsh.

"Hey, uhm, y/n." He takes a deep breath in. "I'm sorry I made you fall down the stairs. Please don't tell anyone I carried you to the hospital wing." He says, looking around my face.

"And here I thought you were finally being nice to me. But all you care about is your reputation for being a 'bad boy'. Whatever Malfoy, you're too cliche. I'm not going to forgive you, but I certainly won't say to anyone that you carried me there. I mean, being touched by a pureblood? Disgusting." I say.

"What?" He stares at me in shock.

"What? You seem to think that mudbloods are so disgusting. Why can't I think purebloods are?" I say, smiling.

"That doesn't make any sense." He says.

"Neither does your thoughts about bloodlines. I mean, hell, you can't even tell what type of bloodline I am without talking to me or knowing me. None of your bullying rhetoric makes any sense. I mean, I know you're a prick and all, but for merlin's sake at least be able to pick a reason to bully others that makes sense." I state, pulling out a scroll of parchment.

He lets out a bit of a laugh. "You don't make any sense." He says.

"Wow, I've heard first years make a better comeback." I say.

"Yeah? Those are the only ones you're able to make friends with." He says, pulling out a scroll of his own.

"Speak for yourself. Only first years think you're scary. Hell, even the person you pushed down a flight of stairs isn't scared." I say, biting back.

"I-" He sighs. "I really am sorry about that, you know. I didn't mean to hurt you." He says.

"Yet you did. If you actually didn't mean to, you wouldn't have jinxed me at all." I say.

"I meant to scare you a little, not kill you." He looks around his parchment in thought.

"Thanks for the sentiment. You still hurt me." I say, grabbing my quill.

"I'm sorry for even jinxxing you, y/n." He says. I look over and see that he may actually mean that.

"Thank you." I reassured him.

"Fuck." He exclaims. I look back over to him.

"What?" I ask.

"I forgot my ink." He says.

"I have a spare ink pot." I dig through my things to try and find it, and when I do, I place it in front of him.

"You really don't have to." He pushes it away.

"It's a thank you for giving me a near death experience. Take it, it's yours." I say.

"Fine." He replies, and opens it angrily. I didn't know some one could be so angry at a gift the person they almost killed yesterday gave them.

Throughout the rest of the day went as normal. I talked to Hermione, but not about me getting paired up with Malfoy. She would just get mad at me for giving him ink and tell me that he wants to date me again. I absolutely don't want to date him. Do I?

#draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy x slytherin #draco malfoy #harry potter universe #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #hogwarts

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chicken-noodle-slytherin · 4 years

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i hate j.k rowling but love harry potter and it's universe! fuck j.k rowling she claims so much shit in the h.p universe that she never wrote into the books for inclusivity points but doesn't even "agree" with trans people existing. big yikes.

JK Rowling has publically sided with a TERF who got fired for being transphobic.

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i regret telling her about this account

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chicken-noodle-slytherin · 4 years

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Here's the thing:

always fall in love with the mean characters with a tragic backstory who needed to just go to some fucking therapy but no, of course, they didn't, and also of course they didn't get the ending they deserved.

#draco malfoy #harry potter #bellatrix lestrange #add tags of your favs

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chicken-noodle-slytherin · 4 years

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due to personal reasons i will be disappearing into the forbidden forest

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chicken-noodle-slytherin · 4 years

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Sorry

Draco x slytherin!reader

a/n: this is my first oneshot on this account lmao, sorry if it isn't quite good. it was honestly kind of random and i still suck at writing oneshots

y/n - your name, y/l/n - your last name

warnings - slight angst, slight mention of absue, fluff

Word count: 1.4k

I role over in bed. I feel like it's been hours since I've gotten in, but I have not slept even a minute. I get my wand out from the beside table.

"Lumos." I whisper. A small light creeps from the end of the wand, just enough to let me see the time on the clock that was on the table. The clock reads 4:22 a.m.

"Not again." I slap my hand against my forehead. I haven't been getting much sleep lately, and it's not like I can pin why. The school itself has just been uneasy.

I figure that if I'm not going to get any sleep, I may as well study for O.W.Ls. I get out of bed and grab a few books laying on the ground. Divination, and my Defense of Dark arts book. I hate the new way of teaching, but I still need to pass.

I quietly open my door and look around the girls dormitories to make sure no one else was around, and also to make sure to not wake anyone up. I don't really want to make anyone in Slytherin mad at me.

I sneak out of the girls' dorms into the common room. I look around and see someone on one of the couches. The fireplace was lit, but burning out. I could barely make out who was on the couch.

"Malfoy?" I say, stepping down from the stairs.

"Y/L/N?" He asks. There was a moment of silence.

"Were you alseep? I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to wake you." I say. Though Malfoy may not be my friend, he doesn't seem to hate me.

"No. I wasn't." He says in a tired voice.

"Why are you here?" He continues.

"I came down to study." I say.

"At this hour?" He asks.

"Couldn't sleep, I figured why not prepare for some tests." I say. I move from the stairs onto the couch across from him, placing one of my books on the table. He looks me up and down.

"You're a bit strange, y/l/n." He says.

"Says the one that was just staring off into the fireplace in the common room at 4 a.m." I try to make it sound cold, but my voice just can't get the right tone. He cracks a bit of a smile.

"Yeah, I guess."

"What were you doing here, Malfoy?" I say, flipping open my divination book. I can barely make out what the words say because of how dark it is.

"I came here to think." He says.

"Wow, you finally got a brain?" I say, playfully.

"And you finally learned how to read?" He says, matching my tone. I smile, looking down at my book.

"Can you even see?" He asks me, shifting in his seat.

"Not really." I flip through the pages, not being able to make out much.

"Let me help." He moves closer to the fire, and raises his wand to it.

"Incendio!" He shouts. There was a large burst of flames from the end of his wand, which set the dying fire ablaze.

"Thanks, but maybe try saying it quieter so you don't set yourself on fire?" I say.

"What? Like you care?" He states, moving closer to the edge of the couch.

"Well, I'd rather not have a burning Malfoy on my hands." I roll my eyes at him. There was a brief pause, then I lean back into the couch.

"Can you see now?" He asks.

"Yep. Got two eyes and some light, thanks." I put one of my feet on the table. I would usually be scolded by him for that, but he doesn't this time.

He stands up and walks around the table, then plops himself down on the couch next to me.

"Need any help?" He asks. I know he has the highest grades in Slytherin, but I come in close.

"Don't I have a higher grade than you in divination?" I ask, flipping to the page I needed.

"Uhm, no? I thought I did." He says, leaning closer to me. I can feel him radiating heat. It's comforting on cold nights like this. But then again, so is the fireplace.

"Maybe you thought wrong, Draco." I say.

"Maybe you thought wrong, y/n." It's weird hearing him call me by my first name, but I guess it's weird to call him by his first name too.

I look up to him, for the first time since I've been down here tonight. His eyes danced around my face as I looked into them, searching for something. His hair color was such a cold shade of blond, but one that could be found comforting and warm if he let himself be so.

He leans in, pressing his soft lips against mine. They were warm, and sweet. They tasted like a sweet chapstick, something you wouldn't really expect him to wear.

He draws back, looking back into my eyes.

"I'm sorry." He says, suddenly changing his mood into something more panicked.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." I place my hand on his leg, which was only sitting inches away from mine. He quickly stands up, letting my hand fall back to my side.

"I-I," Draco stammers, "sorry."

"I sorry?" I crack a small smile. He doesn't find it as funny as I do. He runs off into the boys dormitories. I'm left there, confused and tired.

I gather my books up and decide to leave, going back to my room. I threw them on the floor once I enter, letting them make a loud thump before getting into bed.

"What did I do?" I ask myself.

The next morning I wake up to my alarm going off, letting me know I have to get to breakfast. I change into my uniform, recalling the night before.

I quickly gather my things and head to the great hall. I see my friends at the Slytherin table, but not Draco.

I decide to go look for him. I want to at least have a reason for why he freaked out and left.

I go the moaning myrtle's bathroom as a start. It's a good hiding spot because no one really goes there, and Myrtle can be nice sometimes.

I step in, feeling the cold air.

"Y/n?" A translucent girl floats in front of me, her voice high pitched and almost crying.

"Hey, Myrtle. Have you seen Draco Malfoy?" I ask.

"No. Not today." She begins tearing up, and starts whining.

"Thank you." I leave before she can get any louder.

I then go to where the ladder for the astronomy tower is, hoping maybe he's up there. It seems a bit dark on the way up, so I search for my wand in my pockets.

"Ugh," I let out a sigh. I forgot it in my room.

I rush back to the dungeons, whisper-shout the password at the painting, and walk inside. I see a blond haired boy pacing around the common room.

"Draco?" I ask him.

"Y/n." He says.

"Why weren't you at breakfast?" He asks me.

"I was looking for you." I shift my weight from one foot to the other, then cross my arms.

"I was looking for you." He says, looking me up and down.

"Why did you leave me last night?" I confront him, with a harsh undertone in my voice.

"I'm sorry about that." He says, looking defeated and tired. I can't say I look any different.

"I just want to know why, Draco. Are you okay?" I ask him.

"I'm," he takes a big sigh, "fine. I guess." He says.

"Then why are you acting like you aren't?" My voice cracks as I speak. I move closer to him, wanting to give a hug. I know the feeling.

"Because. I guess I'm not. But you don't need to know about that, and it's not like you care." He says, raising his voice a little.

"Draco, why would I look for you if I didn't care? I know we only sort of know each other, but," I look away from him, and say, "I like you."

"I think I like you too, y/n, and that's the problem. My father doesn't want me to have friends, let alone date someone right now." He says.

"Why?" I move closer to him, and put my hand on his arm.

"It's something I can't talk about right now. He's just- he'd kill me if I were to date someone. Let alone someone that I don't know the blood status of." He rolls his eyes.

"That bad, huh?" I say. I pull him into a hug, and he complies, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Yeah. I guess." He says.

"You don't have to tell him if we do, though." I say, pulling back.

"Yeah, but I guess I'd want to show you off." He looks into my eyes. His grey-blue eyes shined when they connected with mine.

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