Harry Potter characters x Reader (Oneshots)

(Enemies) Draco oneshot

A/N: i'm such a whore for enemies to lovers. like someone could literally write joe biden/donald trump fanfiction and i'd eat that shit up. anyways hope y'all like this

READER IS A BAD BITCH. but they're not a slytherin cause they're competing against slytherin.

"And so then, I-"

"Ah, look who it is."

Annoyed, she glanced up to see the person who she most certainly did not want to see: Malfoy with two of his dumb cronies on either side. Swiveling to face him, she crossed her arms out and jutted her chin out; her friends were already giggling indiscreetly.

"The fuck do you want, Malfoy?"

"Language, L/N." smirked the blond. "Just wanted to wish you good luck on the game, cause you'll be needing it after your last match."

Her face flushed. What she really wanted to do was dead leg him, but with all of the people ambling around the Great Hall, she wasn't sure she could get away with it.

"Well, you don't exactly have a perfect score either, asshat. You're the one who needs the luck today."

The girl's friends exchanged glances with one another; Draco and Y/N had always had a burning rivalry, whether in class or on the Quidditch pitch. Their whole year pretty much knew about it, as they often get detentions for irritating one another until one would go overboard and disaster would strike.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night." Malfoy sneered before nodding to his sidekicks to leave. "Come on, we should leave her to have her temper tantrum in peace."

"Suck a dick." spat Y/N, not caring who heard.

As soon as they'd left, Y/N turned back to her friends.

"He is so obsessed with you." stated her friend Sarah as she shoved a grape into her mouth.

"She's so obsessed with him too." her other friend, Maya, added. "I'm surprised you guys haven't ripped each others heads off."

Sarah snickered. "Of course they wouldn't. There's too much tension, it's obvious he wants to fuc-"

"Alright, alright, that's enough." huffed the girl. "I'm not obsessed with him. He's just such a... such a... Godric, there's no word terrible enough to describe him."

With a snort, Maya rolled her eyes. "Was 'boyfriend' the word you were looking for?"

"Oh, fuck off." huffed Y/N, which only sent her two friends into fits of laughter.

"Well, however you feel about him, you have to beat him in this match." Maya insisted. "I've bet three galleons on us and if Slytherin wins I might just have to kill you."

"Yeah, but no pressure or anything." Sarah smiled.

"None at all." chirped Maya.

Finding the opportunity to change the subject, she did, trying not to think about her upcoming match. She was already stressed out about it enough as it is, she certainly didn't need anymore reasons.

The day went by fairly slowly; although people were kind in wishing her good luck- even her Slytherin potions partner.

Millicent was pouring a substance into the cauldron when she whispered to her, "You have to catch it, he's so arrogant that it's annoying. Ever since he won the last match he hasn't shut up about it. I don't think I've been in the common room for two weeks because of it."