Potter? || Draco Malfoy x Reader

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The seat Wren had occupied stayed empty, and I was grateful for the fact I had some uninterrupted time with the book in my hand.

My eyes were still scanning the lines in it, trying to remember the different recipes, as well as imitating some rather odd stirring patterns with my hand under the table.

Every now and then I scribbled something onto the piece of parchment in front of me, just like Snape had asked of us.

I felt productive; for a while even forgot this school year was anything but ordinary. Maybe I understood now, why professors were so set on making sure we had a whole mountain of work to jump into at every waking moment; It gave for distraction and familiarity. Not just for the students, but probably the professors, too.

And Merlin knows we truly needed whatever of that we could get in times like these.

Loud laughter and cackling had my attention snap from the book in my hands to the source of the noise, and the sight was an unexpected one.

For a moment, I truly felt like I was looking at a picture that was shot three, maybe even four years ago, as I watched Pansy and Blaise almost roll off the sofa from laughter, while Draco sat opposite of them, seemingly quite pleased with their reaction.

I quirked an eyebrow, though none of them paid enough attention to me to notice.

It's been years since I had seen all three of them spend time together, and I almost felt a little guilty for it. Because I knew, at least for a while, I was the reason Draco and Blaise hadn't so much as looked at each other. And I was the reason he stopped giving Pansy the time of day, altogether.

Apart from the fact she was clearly obsessed with him back then, as far as I knew, they had always been friends; from day one, really.

It had always been the three, including Crabbe and Goyle. Though, I wasn't quite sure what happened with those two, at least I was sure I had nothing to do with it.

So, in a way, it felt good seeing Draco laugh with them.

Well, seeing him enjoy himself was always a great sight, though, something about seeing him with his childhood-friends made it an even better one.

Diverting my eyes before I was caught staring, I let them roam the common room. To my surprise, it had grown quite empty. The only people left the loud group in the middle, and the two fourth-years playing chess.

I stayed a while longer, deep down hoping Draco would get the hint and stay, too.

"Late night?" I heard Blaise's voice echo through the room, effectively cutting my thoughts short just like their laughter had earlier, but I didn't really concern myself with it any further.

It was only when nobody had answered his rather loud question, that I turned to face them, all of their eyes on me. Draco's, however, weren't as constant as those of Blaise and Pansy.

No, his eyes were darting back and forth between Blaise and me, an eyebrow quirked as he clearly tried to figure out what he was up to.

"Oh," I chuckled awkwardly, shooting a small smile at him before waving the book up in the air. "You know it," I huffed in amusement.

"Potions, is it?" He asked interested, squinting his eyes in an attempt to read the title on it.

"I'm still just as bad," I nodded with the roll of my eyes, and a smug smile found its way to his lips. He knew how much I disliked the subject, and seemed amused by the fact I was still trying.

"Didn't you used to tutor her, Draco?" He shot the blonde an inquisitorial look before his eyes latched back onto me. "You'd think that would've helped at least a little," He wondered out loud.