Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

buckbeak || chapter five

"Rise and shine!"

A splash of cold water shocked my body into consciousness. I sat upright in a heartbeat and felt as water continued to trickle down every crevice it could find. The corners of my eyes felt fused together, and when I finally blinked the water out of them, everything was a blur.

"Say cheese," Malfoy grinned, when all of the sudden there was a flash. I turned to give him my usual death glare, only to find he had my Polaroid in his hands. "Oh what a sleepy beauty," he teased, looking down at the print. He flipped the photo around and showed me it.

Behold me, pale and half-asleep with water dripping from my face, and his wet jersey sticking like a second skin to my breasts.

"I hate you so much." Was the first sentence my voice managed to summon on this incredibly UNFINE day.

"The feeling is mutual." Malfoy smirked to himself as he placed the Polaroid back down onto the nightstand. "Oh, do you mind if I keep this?" He asked, showing me the photo again. "I think it'd make a nice memory in the school yearbook."

"You know what else will make a nice memory in the school year book?" I probed, pulling the bed duvets up to my chest. Malfoy came closer and hummed for me to go on. "This," I said, smiling right before I raised my palm and smacked him across the face.

Malfoy froze. He brought a hand up to his now rose-tinged cheek and cradled it.

"What? First time a girl hit you, Malfoy?" I tilted my head with a pout. He simply glared at me. "Well, don't expect it to be your last. Enjoy explaining the handprint to your friends at breakfast."

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After I finished getting dressed, I rolled up my skirt and headed out the door. I thought slapping Malfoy had temporarily put him in his place, but apparently not, because half-way down the stairs a great pressure surged against my back.

"Aah!"

My body toppled forward and rolled down at least a dozen steps before I finally managed to grip the railing above. Every muscle in me ached, but that was nothing in comparison to the mental anguish Malfoy's boyish laughter put me through.

"I hate you, Malfoy!" I shouted up the stairs, what echoed far more than I expected it to.

"So do I!" Called a different voice, this one closer by and full of amusement. Confused, I sat up and found myself staring at the legs of someone else. I looked up and found a dark-skinned hand extended my way.

"Blaise Zabini," the boy said, pulling me up to my feet after I accepted his hand. "Oh gosh, this is embarrassing." I laughed awkwardly, "I'm Y/N L/N."

"Oh, I know." Blaise chuckled. "I see you around all the time."

"Well, I'm sorry our first conversation ended up happening like this." I grin nervously, gesturing to the staircase I'd just fallen down. As if on queue, Malfoy came down the same steps, his smirk expanding when he saw Blaise.

"Zabini!"

"Malfoy," Blaise patted the slightly taller, porcelain blond on the back. He still looked amused about his previous comment.

"I see you've met my little friend," Malfoy said, glancing over at me. His eyes flashed maliciously in the darkness of the stairwell.

"At last," Blaise chuckled. I awkwardly brushed down my skirt between the two boys.

"Friend wouldn't be the right word." I added through my teeth, despite not wanting to sound mean in front of Blaise. I'd seen him around as well, but never really got the chance to interact. He was always the more quiet kind in a classroom.