Potters Girl (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Year Six, Chapter Twenty

"Y/n!! Y/n, baby, you gotta get up!" Dracos voice invades my dream. I sit up startled and see Draco putting his robes on.

"I'm glad the room of requirements provides what we truly need, I would not be happy about wearing wrinkled robes all day." I sleepily get up and stretch as I talk.

"Yeah yeah. It's...." He glances at his watch. "Breakfast time. Perfect." He seems relieved.

"Should we leave?" I ask and he sighs and nods. Before walking out, I give Draco a kiss and a hug. Slipping out, I happen to see Harry and Hermione walking together and slink beside the two.

"It's so easy for them to get to you. You're bloody lucky you weren't killed. You have to realise who you are, Harry!" Hermione exclaims.

"She has a point, Harry." I chime in.

"Where did you come from?" Harry asks, startled.

"Yeah! You weren't there when I woke up this morning." Hermione adds.

"Got up early because I couldn't sleep and decided to take a walk. Anyway, continue."

"I know who I am, Hermione, alright. Sorry." Harry slightly snaps.

"Lav, come on. Of course I'll wear it." Ron's voice breaks through the hall.

"That's my Won-Won." I cringe at Lavenders voice.

"Excuse me, I have to go and vomit." Hermione says with a disgusted face.

"Don't we all." I respond, almost equally grossed out. Classes are boring today, the day passing and going.

I fall asleep early that night, exhausted after a somewhat sleepless night with Draco and a day with classes.

"Y/n!! Ron's in the hospital wing!" Hermione shakes me awake, worry in her voice. With a gasp, we get up and get dressed, sprinting down to the hospital wing.

"Quick thinking on your part, Harry, using a bezoar. You should be very proud of your student, Horace." Dumbledore says as we enter.

"Ah, yes. Very proud." Slughorn says almost in a trance.

"I think we agree Potter's actions were heroic. The question is: Why were they necessary?" Professor McGonagall asks as Hermione rushes to Ron's side. I sit beside Harry opposite her.

"Why, indeed. This appears to be a gift, Horace. You don't remember who gave you this bottle? By the way, it possesses remarkably subtle hints of liquorice and cherry. When not polluted with poison." Dumbledore asks.

"Actually, I had intended to give it as a gift, myself." Slughorn stutters.

"To whom, might I ask?" Dumbledore asks.

"To you, headmaster." My heart drops. Draco wouldn't do it this way... would he? That's why he's so stressed.. so tired...

"Where is he? Where's my Won-Won? Has he been asking for me?" Lavender runs into the hospital wing shouting. "What's she doing here?" She demands at the sight of Hermione.

"I might ask you the same question." She replies annoyed.

"I happen to be his girlfriend." Lavender whines.