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the ilvermorny exchange (5)

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summary: you’re an Ilvermorny student, and you’ve applied to the International Magic Student Exchange Program to attend your sixth year at Hogwarts instead. You and your friends are excited to go to school overseas, but a certain blonde prefect has decided to personally make your exchange year suck. You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. (draco x reader, enemies to lovers, female reader) words: 7,096 A/N: hello! thank you to everyone on the taglist for reading and liking all the parts for this. i will have new stuff coming out soon, my break after finishing this won’t be very long. please message me if you want to me added to the taglist for all my future posts or have a request! ONTO THE STORY. taglist: @tragically-cordelia @mhftrs @2pumpkin-pasty @gingerlouisgirl @seriouslynotfunny @clockworkherondale @cherrie511 @songforhema @marvelrose

Late March finally ended the constant snow outside, but it was still cold. Green plants that were beginning to emerge all across the grounds. You admired them through the windows on your way back to the Ilvermorny common room, from seeing Draco.

To your surprise, everyone was stuffed into the common room. Your entrance makes everyone cheer.

“Finally! I we’ve been waiting on you,” Alex said.

All the available space in the room was taken up, so you planted yourself on Chris’s lap. “Sorry, the moving staircases were slow going.”

Jason sat on the middle of the couch, leaning over the table in the center of the room. “Who here wants to be sorted into a Hogwarts house?”

Everyone in the room raised their hands. Jason rubbed his together eagerly. “That’s what I thought. I’ve come up with another, personally, genius prank. One that would get us all sorted.”

All your friends ooh’ed with excitement. Jason explained the plan to everyone in detail, the idea of it had you all laughing and yelling. Jason put up his hands to get everyone to settle down.

“Now, I’m putting myself in charge of phase two. Which means one or two of us and a trusted Hogwarts student to take over phase one.” Jason said.

“Have we tried asking?” Alice interjected. “It’s halfway through the second term. Don’t you think one of the nicer professors would be willing to let us be Sorted? If we say it’s just for fun?”

“I asked McGonagall today,” Sarah sighed, looking defeated. “She was our best bet, and she said no.”

“So, we need to A: locate the hat, and B: steal it and return it. All before the day after tomorrow. Any takers?” Jason asked.

Alex’s hand shot up. “I’ll go.”

“I will, too,” You added. “You can’t go alone.” Alex ginned, and you high-fived.

“Perfect,” Jason said. “See if you can get one of your friends to tell you where the hat is. And remember, unless they’re in this room or we’ve entrusted them with this plan, they’re not to know any details of this operation. Is everyone in?”

Everyone agreed. While most everyone dispersed, You, Alex, Chris, Jason, Kenny and Sarah hung back. “So Alex and Y/N are on Sorting Hat Securing duty. You guys have anyone in mind to help?”

You thought for a moment, and you and Alex exchanged a glance. “Harry,” you said in unison.

Jason nodded. “The rest of us will work on securing the clothes. We need to sort as soon as possible so we can get the rest together. This one is going to be great, I can feel it.”

The next day, you and Alex cornered Harry in a quiet corner of the library. “You want to steal the sorting hat?”

“Yes,” Alex said. “Ron is always talking about how you and Dumbledore are all buddy-buddy, and how you’re always in his office. You’re our best shot at getting in.”

“Fine, I’m always up for some breaking and entering. But why do you need the hat so bad?”

“We all just want to be sorted really badly,” you put on your best pout. “And McGonagall already said no.”

“Alright,” Harry rested his chin in his hand. “I honestly have no idea when he goes to sleep, so we’d better stakeout outside the office to make sure the coast is clear. I’ve got just the thing to help us.” His green eyes glinted in the darkness of the library, a smile spreading across his face.

“So, tonight?” Alex said with excitement.

“Brilliant. Meet me on the third floor at the end of the main corridor after we leave dinner. We’ll go up together.”

You were buzzing with anticipation all afternoon. In Potions class that afternoon, Draco passed you a note while you practiced brewing Wideye potion. ‘Can we meet tonight?’ it read.

You tapped the square of parchment, considering. You trusted Draco plenty, but the prank would be even more funny if he didn’t know. ‘Sorry. I’m hanging out with Alex and Harry :(‘

‘Later?’ he scrawled.

‘Kind of an all night deal.’

‘You’re terrible >:( what are you doing?’

You smiled a little. Snape was still at the front of the room, but you didn’t want your note confiscated and your plan ruined.‘Secret mission’.

Draco glanced at the paper and raised an eyebrow at you. You just shrugged. After class he walked with you down the hall, begging you to tell him. “I want to know!”

“No! This is top secret. If you knew, I’d have to kill you.”

“Come on, pleaseeee,” his arms reached for your sides, where he knew you were ticklish. You gasped, pushing his arms away.

“I really will kill you if you do that right here in the hall.”

“It’s called a corridor, you American,” he leaned down in your face. “Just tell meeeeeeee.”

“Why, do you want to come?”

“Maybe if I knew what it was, I could tell you.”

Gears in your mind started turning. You pulled Draco to the wall, and tugged his head down to whisper in his ear. “We’re going to steal the sorting hat from the Headmaster’s office.”

Draco pulled back in surprise. “You’re serious?”

“No one can know,” you said seriously. “Would you help us? You’re a Prefect, if we get caught you can help us.” Draco’s grey eyes were wide and unfocused as he considered your offer. “You’ve never broken the rules before, have you?” You smirked.

Draco’s brow furrowed. “Yes I have.” He pouted. “Just... breaking into the Dumbledore’s office as a Prefect is generally frowned upon.”

You started off down the hall again. “We’re meeting at the third floor at the main of the end hall after dinner. Are you seriously down to help?”

“Sure,” Draco said finally. “I’ll come.”

“Harry will be there, you know.”

“Just kick him out.” Draco stated. “Bring me instead.”

“No can do. He’s our in; he knows the password and everything.”

“Okay well, if you think I would be helpful, I’ll come. Can’t promise we’ll get along, though.”

“What’s your beef with him anyway? And Ron and Hermione?” You asked.

“We just don’t get along.” Draco shrugged. “Never have.”

You nodded. “Okay. See you later.”

“Bye.” He shot you a wink before you went down separate halls to your next classes.

Later, Harry left dinner early claiming he had detention to serve, while you and Alex both knew he was off to his room to get the supplies he’d claimed would help you on your mission. When everyone was dismissed from the Great Hall, you and Alex made your way up to the third floor. Draco was already there, waiting. Alex pulled you behind a pillar as soon as she spotted him.

“We can’t let him see us meeting Harry,” Alex whispered. “Can you get him to leave?”

“Uh, I sort of invited him.”

“You WHAT!” Alex cried, dropping her whisper. She grabbed your arm and pulled you back into the hall. Draco looked at you both curiously as you approached. “You better have a good explanation for this,” Alex groaned.

“I do! He’s a Prefect! If we get caught, he can just say he found us and we can keep going.” You hissed.

When you finally got to the end of the hall, Alex just crossed her arms in annoyance. Draco turned to you. “You didn’t ask her, did you.”

“If I did she would’ve said no,” you sighed.

“Damn right I would’ve.”

At the far end of the hall, Harry appeared. In one hand he had a thick stack of parchment, and in the other was a bundle of silvery cloth. He caught sight of you both standing with Draco, and silently raised his arms to ask ‘what the fuck is he doing here?’. Alex just pointed at you.

Harry walked to the end of the corridor and crossed his arms. “He’s not coming.” Harry said plainly.

“Guys,” you pleaded. “C’mon. He can be useful. If we get caught-”

“We won’t,” said Harry.

“How are we supposed to sit outside Dumbledore’s office without being noticed?” You asked.

In response, Harry held up the silvery cloth. “And, we’ll be able to see if anyone’s coming with this,” he held up the stack of blank parchment. “He’s not coming.”

“Can we just go,” you groaned, stomping your foot.

“Fine,” Alex said. “But you can’t just go around inviting your boyfriend to extremely-secret prank missions just because he’s lonely.”

At Alex’s words, both you and Draco stiffened. You felt your face get hot. Alex smirked. “That’s what I thought. Now let’s go before someone decides to come this way.”

Harry looked slightly shocked by Alex’s revelation, glancing between you and Draco. You rubbed a hand across you face. Harry shook out the silvery cloth. “Only three of us can fit under here,” he said. “Since you’re apparently immune to prosecution, you stay outside.” Harry glared at Draco.

“Fine,” Draco ground out.

Harry threw the cloak over his shoulders, and almost immediately parts of him turned invisible. He opened each side for you and Alex to join him underneath. “Holy shit,” Alex breathed. Harry pulled the hood up and over, and you held the front of the cloak together. Draco’s eyes widened as the three of you vanished.

Harry pulled out the map, and touched his wand to the surface. “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good,” he whispered. Red ink appeared all over the pages, creating a moving map of the castle right before your eyes.

“That’s so dope,” you breathed in amazement. Harry opened the map up and refolded it to show where you were. All four of your names were clustered together.

“It would be nice if I knew what was going on,” Draco drawled. His eyes were focused vaguely in the area that you were all standing, but since you were invisible he could only guess as to where you were.

“None of your business,” Harry snapped. “Let’s get going. Looks like the only people in the towers now are some couple snogging.” It occurred to you that if Harry had so desired, he could’ve opened this map at any time and seen you and Draco’s footprints in the same place late at night.

Draco walked in front with the three of you shuffling behind under the cloak. Harry had been right- if one more person had tried to fit underneath, surely all your ankles would’ve been exposed. “Does this map show Dumbledore?” You whispered.

“Yes,” Harry said, “But not if he’s in his office or not. His footprints disappear as soon as he enters.”

Draco led the way to a part of the castle you’d never seen before. At the end of the corridor was a enclave in the wall, occupied by a large sculpture of a gargoyle with raised wings.

When you reached the end of the hall, Draco turned back. “What no?”

Alex poked her head out from the cloak. “We wait. Hopefully Dumbledore will leave soon, and when he does we can slip in and grab the hat.”

You, Alex and Harry all sat against one wall of the corridor with the cloak still draped around your shoulders, ready to be pulled up if someone came your way. Draco sat against the opposite wall. Harry kept the map tucked behind his legs.

After a couple minutes of sitting in silence, Harry cleared his throat. “So, uh… how long?”

You looked across the hall at Draco. He had the same questioning look on his face, letting you decide what to tell them. “Like three months.”

“That’s since…” Harry started.

“Before Christmas!” Alex finished. She reached her leg across Harry to kick you at you. “You fucking suck.”

“How could you tell?” Draco asked Alex.

“She’s my best friend. Who’s also leaving for random reasons three nights a week.” Alex said.

“We were going to tell you eventually,” you said, defensive. “We just knew you guys would get all pissy.” You huffed.

“I’m not pissed,” Alex countered. “Okay maybe a little. But you know I never stay mad.”

“Aw.” You reached your arm across Harry and clasped Alex’s hand. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“OKAY, well what about me. Can I be mad?” Harry asked.

“No,” you and Alex said together.

“You guys do that a lot and kind of freaks me out,” Harry said.

“Okay, I wanna share a secret, too.” Alex says. “Ginny and I are dating.”

“WHAT?” Draco and Harry cry.

“Oh, I thought everyone already knew that.” you say, looking between Draco and Harry.

“No!” Harry practically yells. “Ron’s going to kill you!”

“He won’t ever get the chance.” Alex says.

Draco rolls his eyes in disgust. “Please, for the love of Merlin, let’s not turn this into a second year’s sleepover party.”

“God, you never shut up do you, Malfoy?” Harry grinds out.

“What’s you guy’s problem?” Alex asked. “I mean I know Malfoy is an annoying shithead but y’all have MAJOR beef.”

“Hey!” Draco interjected.

“That’s what I asked him earlier!” You cried.

Harry scowled. “We just don’t get along, alright?”

“For once, I must agree.” Draco added. “The day we get along is the day we shag, which is not bloody likely.”

“That’s homophobic.” Alex joked.

“Who said I didn’t like boys?” Draco countered. “I’m talking about Potter, here.”

“Ohh, I see,” Alex smirked. “I’m beginning to think all of your anger towards people is just pent up, raw bisexual energy, Malfoy.”

“Mmm, but as you so helpfully pointed out, I have a girlfriend now for me to let it out on.”

You buried your face in your knees. Harry made a fake gagging noise. You pulled your face up and glanced over at the map in Harry’s lap, and your heart nearly skipped out of your chest.

“Fuck, guys, the cloak.” You pointed to the map, trying to pull the cloak over you as quickly as you could. Dumbledore’s footprints were right around the corner.

“Shit,” Alex hissed. “He’s coming.”

The three of you stood, you and Alex pulling the cloak closed. Draco stayed sitting, conjuring glowing white butterflies with his wand, looking nonchalant.

Dumbledore rounded the corner, and you held your breath as he drew closer.

“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. May I help you?” The Headmaster asked.

“No, sir,” Draco said, guiding the butterflies around with his wand. “Just looking for a quiet place to sit for a moment.”

Dumbledore let out a thoughtful hum. “Well, I shall leave you to your thoughts, then. Please make sure your back in your dorm before curfew, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Of course, sir.”

Dumbledore walked up to the gargoyle statue, and sensing his presence, it turned with a stony grinding sound. You all remained silent until the Headmaster’s footsteps receded, and the gargoyle had rotated back into place.

“Well, shit.” Alex said, poking her head out of the cloak.

“We’re so fucking dumb.” You groaned, sticking your head out, too. “Why didn’t we check the map to make sure he wasn’t somewhere else before we sat around and wasted our time? He was at dinner just like the rest of us- of course he wouldn’t come straight here. We could’ve gone in and out of there in the time we were waiting.”

Draco joined you all in standing. “Well, looks like you’re up, Potter.”

“Me?” Harry questioned, tucking the map back into the pocket of his hoodie with his wand.

“Someone’s got to go in there and distract him while the rest of us get the hat. And it’s bloody well not going to be me, and neither of them have any reason to go up there.” Draco said.

He was right, and Harry didn’t look like he liked that fact. He stepped out from under the cloak with a sigh. “Alright, let’s go.”

You scooted into the center spot, and Draco tucked under the cloak in your previous spot. Harry approached the bird statue. “Ginger Newt,” he says, and the gargoyle begins to move.

The stairs are small, and the three of you under the cloak manage to make it up without falling. There’s another, wooden door at the top of the stairs, which swings open as it senses you all coming. Harry steps in first.

For a moment, you’re overcome with wonder at the interior of the headmaster’s office. Charmed paintings like the ones in the moving stairwell cover the walls up to the top. Most of the figures are sleeping. Various objects around the room are spinning or making quiet noise. There’s a large glass case filled with hundreds of tiny vials with yellowed labels, and beyond Dumbledore’s desk is a small staircase up to a miniature observation deck. Next to the desk, and gigantic red bird is perched on a stick. Dumbledore is standing next to it, offering it food from his hand. He doesn’t turn as Harry enters the room, but simply greets Harry without even looking to know who it is.

“Good evening, Harry. As much as I enjoy your impromptu visits, I do think I am going to have to change the password to my office.”

The three of you under the cloak move as quietly as you can. The whizzing objects around the room make just enough noise to cover the sounds of your steps. You glance around the room a few times, looking for the hat. One of Draco’s pale fingers reaches over your shoulder, pointing just to your right. High up on a shelf is the ratty sorting hat.

“Sorry to intrude, Professor.” Harry apologizes.

“It’s quite fine. I just know your classmate Draco Malfoy was just downstairs when I arrived, and he looked very settled, and I don’t see you sharing the password with him anytime soon.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. You know Draco is probably rolling his eyes.

Harry walks over to where the Headmaster is standing, and asks him something about the bird. Dumbledore launches into a long story, and with his back to the three of you and his attention on Harry, you’re free to get at the sorting hat.

Alex pulls her wand from inside her jacket and waves it at the hat. It gently but quickly floats off the shelf. You part the front of the cloak as much as you dare to catch the hat, and it lands softy in your arms. It’s bigger than you expected up close, and there’s limited space under the cloak, so you squish the pointed top flat so you can pull the edges of the cloak together again.

“Oi, what in the devil do you think you’re doin’?” The hat yells.

It writhes in your hands, trying to straighten itself. Instinctively, you drop it and jump back. However, back is into Draco, and the two of you fall, taking Alex with you. The cloak falls away from and you all lie in a heap on the floor.

Harry looks stressed. Dumbledore looks amused at the pile of students who’ve just appeared on his office floor. “Ah, Ms. Huckabee, Ms. Y/L/N. Lovely to see you again, too Mr. Malfoy,” Dumbledore says. “Would you three care to tell me why you’ve snuck into my office?”

Alex looks stricken. You feel yourself start to go hot with embarrassment. “We’re so sorry, Professor,” Alex starts, sitting up. “It was wrong of us to come in her without your permission. We feel terrible.”

“Speak for yourself,” Draco mutters.

Dumbledore leaves the bird and walks down the few steps to pick the sorting hat off the ground. The three of you stand, and Alex balls up the invisibility cloak behind her. “May I ask where you came across that, Ms. Huckabee?” Dumbledore asks.

“Um.” Alex bites her lip. “It’s Harry’s.”

Dumbledore turns back to Harry. “Ah, I am beginning to understand. However, I am still curious as to why you felt the need to break into my office and steal a Hogwarts artifact that is nearly a thousand years old.”

“A thousand?” you squeak.

“Yes, the sorting hat was created by the great founding members of Hogwarts, just for sorting purposes. I can assure you it does nothing else, except, perhaps, chastise others for improperly handling it.” Dumbledore sets the hat on his desk.

“That’s all we wanted it for, Sir,” you say shyly. “We- I mean, the Ilvermorny students, all want to be sorted.”

“You had your friend Harry here right where he could’ve asked me,” Dumbledore gestured to Harry. “Did you not think to do that?”

“No, but we asked Professor McGonagall what she thought,” you started. “But she already said no,” you and Alex finished together.

Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Well, Professor McGonagall is not me, and I am the Headmaster. I shall let you Ilvermorny students borrow the hat for sorting purposes. I trust that Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy will ensure it’s safe return.”

You and Alex exchanged a shocked glance.

“However,” Dumbledore continued, “I feel as if there is… something else you’re not telling me. I would like to know before I turn the hat over to you.”

Alex laced her fingers together nervously. Then she proceeded to explain the rest of the prank to Dumbledore. He listened very attentively, and smiled when she was finished. “But we won’t do that anymore, Sir.” Alex assured. “We do really, genuinely want to know our Hogwarts house.”

“Oh, on the contrary my dear, I would encourage you all to go through with your plan.” Dumbledore says. Your jaw nearly drops. “It sounds very humorous. As long as I am left out of it, so that I may remember it all, I will let you continue with your plan. Ever since the Weasley twins graduated last year, there has not been enough excitement around the castle.”

Dumbledore offers the hat to Harry. “Please see that it is returned before midnight tonight.”

Harry takes the hat gently, careful not to squish it again. “Thank you so much, Professor. We’ll be very careful with it.”

Dumbledore nods, dismissing you all. You scuttle towards the door and down the tiny staircase. You and Alex collapse into a bout of hysterical laughter from relief.

“Oh. My. God.” You gasped in between breaths. “I thought we were dead. That we were headed back to Ilvermorny for sure.”

“A THOUSAND YEARS OLD!” Alex cried. “Dude, we were man-handling an ancient British wizarding artifact.”

“Holy shit.”

“Personally, I’d call that a success.” Harry smiled. “But let’s please get this over with quickly.”

The four of you made your way to the West towers, and when you entered the Ilvermorny common room all the exchange students were assembled on the couches. Everyone looked to the doorway with anticipation.

“We’ve got the hat, bitchessss!” Alex yelled. Harry held it up behind her, and everyone cheered.

“Why are they here?” Jason asked, looking at Draco and Harry.

“They came with us. But to make a long story short, we got caught,” you said. Everyone did a collective gasp. “BUT, we got away with it, and Dumbledore even said he wants to be in on it, so…” Everyone laughed.

Harry placed the hat on the table in the middle of the room. “I think you guys should do it in alphabetical order, like the first years do.” Harry suggested.

“Hey, alphabetical order is unfair. Some of us can’t help our last names start with a ‘Z’” Kenny complained.

“Also, me and Y/N got the hat,” Alex interjected. “Can’t we go first?”

“Okay, okay,” Sarah put her hands up to get everyone’s attention. “Alex and Y/N first, reverse alphabetical order.” Sarah grabbed a spare piece of parchment from one of the tables in the room and began to order the other thirteen exchange students. “Is it going to sing like it did at the beginning of the year?” She asked.

“No, I will not sing,” the hat declared loudly, making everyone jump. “Once a year is far too often to bear the burden of sorting students, you should be grateful I’m not refusing after being squashed so violently!”

“Sorry,” You said to the hat, cringing.

Harry grabbed the hat by the point of the top, and took the list from Sarah. “I’ll be McGonagall. Which one of you wants to go first?” Harry asked.

“Alex, you go.” You gestured towards the hearth for her to sit.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

You nodded. Alex bounced over to Harry and sat on the hearth, and Harry placed the hat on her head. It wiggled a little to settle onto her head, humming. The hat only sat on her for a moment before yelling across the room “GRYFFINDOR!”

Everyone cheered, and Harry especially looked excited. He pulled the hat off her head and she jumped up to give him a hug. “You’re next, Y/N.”

You took Alex’s place on the hearth and rubbed your sweaty hands on your pants. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous- this was sixteen of your closest friends in one room, not the whole school. Harry put the hat on you, and you felt it move around on your head.

‘Hmm, interesting one here.’ the hat said into your mind. ‘I see some bravery here, lots of loyalty, too. Plenty of ambition as well. You have many qualities of all the houses, very interesting.’

You squirmed uncomfortably on the stone as everyone, especially Alex and Draco, looked at you expectantly.

‘I sense a lot of strength in your mind… but no, Ravenclaw would not be the fit for you. Lots of ambition and cunning of a Slytherin. Your bravery and loyalty would make you a good Gryffindor, but I think your loyalty pushes you more towards Hufflepuff.’

You frowned. ‘Hufflepuff? How can I be a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff? Aren’t they opposites?’ You thought.

The hat grumbled into your ear, ‘No so much opposites, but different parts of the same whole.’

You huffed. ‘Can’t you just pick one already?’

‘Now, only a Slytherin would say that.’ The hat said.

‘Huh? Wait, I didn’t mean-’

“You all are too old for sorting!” The hat yelled allowed. “You think too much with your mind and not enough with your heart. SLYTHERIN!”

While everyone else cheered, Alex clapped and looked surprised. Draco started laughing. You sat down next to him on the couch with a huff. “Are you angry?” He asked, incredulous. Harry called Kenny up to go next.

“I think it’s wrong.” You said, crossing your arms. “It nearly put me in Hufflepuff, then I was mean to it so it made me a Slytherin.”

This only made Draco laugh harder. Alex placed a comforting hand on your knee. “It’s alright, Y/N. It’s only for one day,” she said sympathetically. She knew the angst you had about your Ilvermorny house at home.

You sighed. “Yeah. I just wish these stupid magical objects would get it right for once.”

Kenny was made a Gryffindor. Sarah and Alice were made Ravenclaws. When Chris was announced as a Hufflepuff, you wished you were with him. Not that you really minded being sorted as a Slytherin (you were with your boyfriend, after all), you just felt as if you’d altered the decision as you had at home when you willingly picked Horned Serpent. You’d hoped the sorting hat would put you in a house that was about who you were in your heart, not your mind.

While everyone was focused on the sorting, Draco brushed the back of his hand across yours. You intertwined your fingers where no one could see, and that made you feel a little better.

Jason was the last to go, and he was sorted into Gryffindor. “Are you kidding me! Out of all of us here, I’m the only one in Slytherin?!” You groaned, flopping over on the couch into Alex’s lap.

“Don’t be so down,” Draco said, turning towards you. “You can be with me and Emi tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You’d almost forgotten Emi. “She’s a nice Slytherin. I can be a nice Slytherin.”

“What, and I’m not?” Draco mock-pouted.

“Oh, definitely not.” You said.

The whole common room was abuzz with everyone talking about the sorting. Harry tossed the list on the table and walked over to your couch. “Alright, I’m gonna take this back. Can I have my cloak, Alex?”

Alex pulled the silvery bundle from under her leg, and handed it to Harry.

“I’ll go, too. I hate when Snape asks questions,” Draco sighed standing.

“Thanks for helping boys,” you called as they walked out.

“See you tomorrow!” Alex added.

“Hey,” Jason called just before they left. “Don’t tell anyone, ya heard?”

Harry motioned locking his lips and throwing away the keys, then disappeared with Malfoy behind the tapestry.

The next day, you woke up and fixed your hair and did your makeup before putting on the green tie Sarah handed you, and the socks with the green stripes. Her, Chris, Kenny and Jason had all snuck down to the laundry room last night and secured new uniforms for everyone after the sorting. Today, you would all enter the Great Hall with your new houses, as if the Ilvermorny exchange students didn’t even exist.

You turned in front of the mirror, admiring your new green-trimmed cloak. “Hey, you look hot,” Alex says, coming out of the bathroom. The red on her tie makes her hair stand out, and you tell her so.

“You’re right though, these robes make my eyes really green. Do I look Slytherin-y enough?”

“I dunno what that means, but I’m gonna say yes anyway.”

You step away from the mirror and sit back on your bed, rummaging through your makeup bag. You pull out your liquid eyeliner and open the bottle. The tiny brush flies from your hands, and you close your eyes, letting the charmed brush do all the work for you. When you feel the brush fly back into the bottle in your hand, you open your eyes again. “How about now?” You ask Alex.

“Oh, definitely Slytherin-y.”

Alice and Sarah are dressed in their blue robes, and you all make your way down to the Great Hall. To your immense relief, you see Emi just about to go into the Hall with her dorm mates. “Emi!”

She turns at the sound of your voice and takes in your appearance with some surprise. “Y/N! Nice outfit. What are you guys up to?” She asks, looking at the rest of the Ilvermorny kids coming down behind you.

“I’ll tell you in a minute, but could I sit with you at breakfast this morning?” You plead. “I haven’t got anyone else to eat with.”

“What about Draco?” Emi asks, pushing her glasses back with a finger.

“His friends are hella annoying.”

“Fair enough.” Emi shrugs. “My dorm mates aren’t so hot either, but Pansy usually sits near him anyway. We’ll be close by.”

“Thanks Emi!” You turn to go.

“Wait! What’s going on?”

“I told you, I’ll tell you in a minute!” You call as you skip away. “One second, I promise!”

Emi groans dramatically, and then goes to join her friends in entering the hall.

“Okay, everyone remember their positions?” Jason asks one last time. Everyone nods. “Please don’t mess this up. Then we might get into some real trouble. Game time baby!” He claps his hands together.

You all cluster in a group, whispering nervously. As you enter the Hall you all take out your wands as subtly as possible while making your way to your tables. Each of you points you wand at a different teacher, and focuses on all their memories of the Ilvermorny students.

Obliviate, you think, focusing on Professor Flitwick. You feel his memories slip from his mind, and tuck you wand, away satisfied. You’re so focused on making your way to Emi and the success of your spell, you miss Draco openly staring at you as you pass by.

You sit down next to Emi, tucking your skirt in. You steal another glance over at the teachers table to see the aftermath. Most have stopped eating, looking off to the distance as if slightly confused. Professor Trelawney looks to have taken it the hardest, and is patting the many pockets all over her dress frantically, like she’d forgotten something. You bite back a laugh and turn to your empty plate.

“Why are you here?”

You look across from you to see Pansy Parkinson staring at you, not even trying to hide her disdain.

“We’re playing a prank on all the staff,” You say, spreading jam on a slice of toast. “Last night, we got sorted, and we all just oblivated the staff so they think we’ve been Hogwarts students for years.”

“OhmyGOD that’s the FUNNIEST IDEA EVER!” Emi bursts into laughter, almost spitting out her eggs. “What about us? We all will know!”

“That’s the point!” You say. “Everyone gets a good laugh. It’s just to make fun of the teachers.”

“Even Dumbledore?” The girl next to Pansy asks, breathless. You think her name is Daphne.

“No, he knows.”

“He knows?” Emi gasps.

“Yeah, he actually found out, but he thought it would be funny if he let us do it. So none of you go around sabotaging our prank!” You say, pointing your finger around the table.

“Wait, go back.” Pansy says. “You got sorted? How? There’s no way you’re a Slytherin.” Pansy says, crossing her arms.

“I am a Slytherin. Says the sorting hat.” You bite your toast. Pansy has an eyebrow raised. “Ask Draco if you don’t believe me. He was there.”

Pansy’s jaw drops, and she whips her head around to look three seats down at Draco. “Dray! Is it true?”

You finally look over and catch Draco still staring at you. His eyes refocus on Pansy’s face at her words. “Oh, yes. It’s quite true. The hat was very sure.” Pansy turns away, looking disgusted. Draco winks at you, and you sit a little taller.

After breakfast is over, you leave the hall with Emi to go to your first class. You feel someone throw an arm around your shoulder, and you turn your head to see Draco.

“Hey,” you smile.

“You look beautiful in green,” Draco whispers in your ear. You shiver.

“Thanks,” you say, leaning into him a little.

“Draco Malfoy, you are the biggest liar I know,” Emi says accusingly, pointing a finger back and forth between you and Draco. “I see this.”

“What are you talking about Emi?” Draco says with mock confusion, moving to wrap both his arms around your waist. “I can’t tell my girlfriend since the beginning of the school year she looks pretty?” You roll your eyes at his tone, but you still blush.

Emi grins. “AHHHHH, I knew it! Knew it knew it knew ittttt,” she sings, skipping off down the hall to Herbology.

You giggle as she disappears around the corner. You turn around in Draco’s arms. “Let’s do this all day.”

“Act like a couple?”

“ Be a couple.” You say, poking his chest. “It can be part of the prank today, but then we’ll just keep doing it. That way we don’t have to dramatically tell everyone.”

“I love it,” Draco said, his eyes glinting. He leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the lips before slipping away to his class. “See you later, darling.”

You head to transfiguration with a smile on your face.

Classes are definitely more interesting. Kenny, who had been in charge of obliviating McGonagall, accidentally made her forget everyone’s names. Transfiguration was a constant stream of her teaching, interspersed with “I’m terribly sorry, but I and just having a bad day today with names,” followed by a shake of her head. Professor Flitwick was very certain that Sarah was a Prefect, and why wasn’t she wearing her pin? When Sarah tried to explain with a straight face that she had never been made a Prefect at all, Professor Flitwick just responded by giving her a badge right then and there.

By lunch, all the students had figured it out. The halls were filled with giggles, sharing various stories of confused teachers. You shared a lunch block with Draco, and you sat next to him at the mostly empty Slytherin table. “This is the best idea we’ve ever had,” you say, taking a sandwich off the floating tray.

“I must say, it is quite funny.” Draco agreed.

Across the hall, you saw Alex sitting with HHR. You gave them a wave, and Alex waved back. Hermione and Ron were staring at the two of you. Harry watched them with an amused expression.

You put a hand on Draco’s knee. “Kiss me. Quick, while they’re staring.” You leaned over and you and Draco’s lips connected for a moment. The idea that you were kissing in public was exhilarating. Your faces stayed close together after the fact, and Draco brushed your noses together. “One more time, for good measure,” he whispered. He kissed you again, longer this time, his fingertips resting gently on your jaw.

When he pulled away, you glanced over at the Gryffindor table. “Holy shit, Draco, look at their faces.” Both Ron and Hermione were slack jawed, while Alex and Harry tried to contain their laughter.

Draco turned to look at them. You both collapsed into laughter, you leaning your head on his shoulder. “Merlin, she’s coming over here. Oh, she’s proper pissed off,” Draco laughed as Hermione got up abruptly from the bench and stalked around the perimeter of the tables. You tried to eat your sandwich as normally as possible, while Draco just put an arm around you.

“Hey Hermione, what’s up?” You said as she approached.

Hermione slammed her hands on the table in front of you. “How long has this been going on? How could you not tell us?!” She cried.

“I dunno what you’re talking about Granger,” Draco said. “Y/n’s been my girlfriend since October. Don’t you remember?”

“Oh, and you honestly expect me to believe this is part of the prank?” Hermione crosses her arms. “We’re talking about this later.” She points at you.

You hold your arms up in mock surrender as Hermione walks off. “Fuck, maybe we shouldn't have waited so long.”

“Probably would’ve been a similar reaction no matter what,” Draco points out. He grabs a stray piece of lettuce off your plate. “Come on, we’ve got twenty minutes before potions.”

In potions lecture, Snape caught you doodling on your parchment. “Ms. Y/L/N, could you please enlighten me to the purpose of Bundimun acid in Doxycide?” He drawled, stopping next to your desk. You covered the unicorn head you were drawing with your hand self-consciously.

“The Bundimun acid is the first paralyzer of the Doxies when they are exposed to the potion, and eventually the hemlock is what actually kills them. You have to add the Bundimun acid to the cauldron first so it can be heated alone to the proper temperature to ensure maximum reactivity.” You rattled off, remembering what your mom had told you a long time ago.

You looked up at Snape from the corner of your eye. He waited a moment, then continued walking. “Very good. Ten points to Slytherin.”

You barely contained your laugh, which came out as a loud snort, which you in turn had to cover with a cough. Next to you, Draco was biting his lip hard to keep from laughing.

After potions in the late afternoon, most of the upper year students had a free period, and since the weather was nice you were all in the courtyard. Sarah gathered all the Ilvermorny students together, and handed Emi her camera to take a photo.

“The settings should all be good,” Sarah said as Emi examined the camera. Draco stood to the side of Emi, holding your knapsack and cloak. HHR and Ginny were all sitting on a nearby bench to watch.

Emi looked at the group of you and took on a thoughtful expression. “Chris, you’re too tall, go stand in the back… yes, good. Jason, you too, in between Sarah and- yeah there you go. And take off your cloak, you’re the only one. Y/N, get down on the bottom since you’re the only Slytherin.”

You moved from your spot next to Alex and squatted on the ground, holding your arms out to the side and grinning. Emi snapped the picture. “Nobody move!” She let Sarah’s camera dangle around her neck and picked up Alex’s polaroid to take another.

“Take like three, Emi!” She called through her smile.

Emi took the pictures, handing them off to Draco as she took each one. He put your bag down so he could shake them. You all got out of your pose and gathered around to look at the pictures as they came up.

“Aw, you all look so cute!” Emi said, snatching one of the photos from Draco’s hand. “Chris, why are you making that face?”

“That’s my smile, Emi,” Chris said patiently.

“Ah, I’m just teasing,” She said, patting his arm. “Such a Hufflepuff response, though.”

“Throwback to last night when I was almost a Hufflepuff,” you said, gazing at the other pictures in Draco’s hands.

“See, now there’s a sorting that would’ve made some sense.” Ron says from over your shoulder. “Can’t believe we weren’t invited.”

“Jason did say it was top secret,” Alex said.

“I was only there because I helped with the hat and they had to tell Dumbledore. Even I wasn’t supposed to know.” Harry added.

“Yeah, whatever. You’re all a bunch of tossers,” Ron complained. “Y/N, I can’t believe Snape gave you house points. That’s not fair! You have to make sure everything is back the way it was tomorrow- 10 points can be a big difference when it comes to the house cup!”

“No!” Emi and Draco cried.

“Wait, you got house points for Slytherin?” Alex gasped, “Holy shit, that’s funny.”

“It was hilarious. I almost lost it.” You said, laughing again as you remembered it.

Draco handed the other two photos to Alex. “Emi, will you take one of us?” Draco asked.

“Sure. Alex, can I use your camera?”

“Go ahead.”

You and Draco moved out of the circle and stood where Emi told you to. Draco stood behind you and rested his chin on the top of your head. You held his hands in front and smiled. All the Ilvermorny girls aw’d.

Emi pulled the photo out of the top and shook it. You walked over to take a look at it. “Ooh! That’s cuteeee.” Emi said. As the photo developed, you could see more clearly that Draco had closed his eyes on purpose as Emi took the picture. He had only a slight smile, but with his eyes shut he looked very content. The soft breeze had strands of your hair moving in the wind. “It is cute,” you agreed.

“Are you guys doing this as part of the prank, or…” Sarah asked.

You and Draco looked at each other a moment. “Sure.”

“By the way, Ginny and I are also dating as part of the prank.” Alex interjected. All eyes turn to Ginny, who was clearly not expecting this.

“I’d bloody hope so!” Ron groans. “That would be too much for me in one day.”

In response, Ginny just whacks the back of her brother’s head as she passes, and plants a kiss on Alex’s cheek.

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