Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

i'm not sorry || chapter one

There was a quick nudge in my side.

I looked over to Pansy, who gestured slyly over her shoulder. Hermione Granger was drifting down the hall, books in hand. There was a slow, malicious curl to my lips as I turned around, waiting for the moment the Gryffindor came. And when she did, there was a massive— "Umph!"

I had stuck my foot out just in time for her legs to trip over them. Her books scattered all across the floor, and Hermione laid a few feet away, her frizzy curls hiding the embarrassment on her face.

Pansy and myself erupted in howls of laughter, along with the crowd that had collected. There were tiny tears which had collected in the corner of Hermione's eyes as she crawled for her books, but paused when I stomped my foot on top of the one she made a reach for.

"Seasons greetings, Mudblood."

Hermione looked up at me, her rose-tinged cheeks puffed out in comical embarrassment. She glanced down briefly at the book under my foot.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I feigned innocence as my lips matched her pout. "Is this yours?"

Hermione nodded.

"Tough luck," I dropped my shoulders with a sigh that sounded like it almost pained me. It was forced of course. "Looks like you're going to have to learn how to fetch."

Hermione's face dropped when I lifted my foot off the book and instead booted it across the hall. The crowd burst out into laughter as Hermione stumbled to her feet and began to sprint for it.

Pansy Parkinson, who had been by my side at the start, approached me with her hand held high. Our palms collided with one another as we turned to watch Granger flee out of sight. It wasn't uncommon for me, Y/N L/N, to bully other students. Especially if they were in other houses. Apparently, my brain hadn't been wired to feel sympathy, because all I could feel in this moment was amusement. And apparently I wasn't the only one.

Two very loud, recognisable laughs overpowered the rest in the hall. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Crabbe and Goyle, my fellow housemates. However, in a matter of seconds, their laughter stopped. A couple of grunts replaced the joyous sounds.

"Will you two shut up?" Sneered a familiar voice. "How many times do I have to tell you idiots? When L/N makes a scene, we don't laugh. When I make a scene, we laugh." Again, I didn't even have to look over my shoulder to know who was speaking. However, if you're having trouble guessing, let me give you a couple of hints. Quite popular, extremely arrogant, white-blond, smarmy little—

I'll stop myself there.

"Just because she's funnier than you occas—," Goyle's voice again, was brought to an abrupt pause. There was a hard thud and a groan that followed.

Giving into the temptation at last, I peered over my shoulder to glance between the three boys. However, the second my gaze landed on my least favourite arsehole, there was a peculiar tension in the hall. The cold eyes that stared back with such strong loathing in their depths belonged to no other than Draco Malfoy.

"Aw, would you look at who it is?" I tilt my head with a smile, eyeing Malfoy from head to toe. There was an incredibly unpleasant expression across his porcelain face. "What's got your wand in a knot?" I asked teasingly, "I know a sour lemon when I see one."

Crabbe and Goyle snickered. Malfoy's eyes narrowed with fury, but his lips remained sealed.

"Okay fine," I raise my hands in defeat. "Don't tell me. But just letting you know, the scores on the board are now: Y/N: 1, Malfoy: 0. Looks like you're going to have up your game next time."

Now ensured that the bitter look on Malfoy's face would remain for the next hour, I turned to Pansy and linked our arms. "Come on Pans, we've got better things to do than stand around with these numpties."

The two of us sped down the corridor in a fit of giggles. We exchanged a bit of light hearted banter here and there, but that was soon interrupted when a— "Miss L/N! Miss L/N, come here right now!" reverberated down the hall.

"Merlin's beard," I groan under my breath. Pansy slowed down a little, until she realised I in fact had picked up my speed. "Are you going to just ignore her?" She asked. "Of course I am," I scoff.

"Miss L/N, I demand you come here this instant!" Professor McGonagall called.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.  "No can do Professor, I'm a busy girl with a tight schedule!" I shouted over my shoulder. The remark had Pansy's giggles bouncing down the hall. I turned back to my friend and groaned, "Merlin, I fucking hate this school."

Pansy's eyes widened but chuckled nonetheless. "Oh, excuse my French." I added, what made us both laugh this time. However, Professor McGonagall's voice only continued to follow us.

I swear to Godric, if I'm about to receive my fifth detention of the week, I'm going to blow.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips, but nonetheless I forced my steps to a pause. "Pansy, I'll meet you in the Slytherin common room." At this rate, I had to accept there was zero chance of McGonagall giving up on her chase. "May as well see what her deal is."

"Got it," Pansy nodded, glancing over my shoulder at the elderly woman that was catching up. She didn't look too happy. "Well, good luck with the old hag." Pansy pulled me into a hug, a hint of playfulness in her eyes. "Fill me in later."

"Oh you bet I will," I grinned, watching as Pansy turned away. She kept glancing over her shoulder, laughing at my expression, and eventually sent a final wave my way before she disappeared around the corner.

The sound of McGonagall's heels finally stopped clicking. Everyone in this castle was incredibly predictable, because again, without having to turn around, I knew she was pretty much stepping on the backs of my heels.

"Miss L/N," she drawled before I could even turn around to face her. "Follow me to my office. Now."

A boisterous groan tumbled from my lips. "Ohh, come on!" I whine, "What for this time?"

"I think you know fine well as to why." Professor McGonagall said, her voice cross. "There's hardly a day where you aren't in trouble, Miss L/N."

"Can't help it." I huff, my arms crossed around my chest, "This place is boring."

"Yes, well to you it might be." McGonagall sighed. "But there are ways to have fun that don't include hurting your peers."

"Technically I didn't hurt her. The ground did."

McGonagall looked over at me, her eyes narrowed.

"I'm not sorry about it." I said, shrugging off her glare.

"Could the witty remarks and back-answering to members of staff also please come to a halt? Just for one day?" 

"Hmm..." I hum to myself, pretending to think aloud. "I'll consider it."

"Thank you." Professor McGonagall sighed, pausing right in front of her classroom door. She grabbed the doorknob, but didn't turn it. Instead she looked at me. "Also, should you know, my room is always available if you ever need someone to come and talk to."

"I don't need to talk to anyone—,"

"Your behaviour is always so much worse when term resumes after the summer holidays, Y/N. If there's something going on at home—,"

"Can we just get this over with?" I tap my foot impatiently. "Dinner's in an hour. Don't want to miss it," I add, placing a hand on top of my stomach. "I'm starving."

Professor McGonagall sighed. So much for playing down the wit.

McGonagall pushed the door open and gestured for me to come inside. However, as I stood there at the door, I noticed a problem. A very big problem. My detention wasn't going to be spent alone in her classroom like usual. No, it was going to be shared, and the most frustrated groan tumbled from my lips when a familiar platinum blond turned in his seat to see who'd entered.

To his misfortune, it was me.

I am NOT going to spend my next hour in detention with Draco Malfoy.

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