Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

mischief managed || chapter nineteen

"Can you believe the year is already over?" Malfoy's voice came from the other side of the room. I looked over at him and watched as he tucked the last of his belongings into his suitcase.

"Time goes fast when your stuck with a pain in the ass," I said, grinning. Malfoy turned his head in my direction, eyes narrowed, but the second he saw the look on my face, he smiled.

"I'll have to remember that one." Malfoy chuckled. The last thing I stuffed in my own trunk was my Polaroid, that way it wouldn't get crushed. After that, we were all packed and ready to go.

Malfoy helped me drag my trunk down the stairs. We walked through the castle in peaceful silence, but before we left for the station, we made a last stop in the Great Hall. "Nick me a couple slices of French toast, will you?" Malfoy asked, peering around the door.

It was empty for the most part, excluding the commotion around the Gryffindor table.

"Harry! Where ever did you get it?"

"Can I have a go, Harry? After you, of course!"

"Quiet! Let the man through— Uh, I didn't mean to open it Harry- I- uh- it was badly wrapped... they made me do it!"

"Did not!"

I grabbed a couple slices of French toast and wrapped them up in a napkin. But before I could leave, I glanced over my shoulder to see what everyone was waffling on about.

"It's a Firebolt!"

"It's the fastest broom in the world!

I shook my head and stuffed a few extra napkins into my pocket before leaving. Malfoy, who had been waiting by the door, leaned into my ear and asked what the commotion was about.

"Potter's been sent a new broom," I said, passing him his toast. Malfoy frowned.

"What model?"

"Firebolt, I think." I glanced over my shoulder. All of the Gryffindors were starting to rise from the table. "Come on, we should go before you start getting broom envy."

"Broom envy?" Malfoy scoffed— "I'll have you know my father can afford at least three of them, I have no reason to feel envy over Potter's stupid—,"

"Okay, Malfoy!" I cut him off before he could go off on a tangent. "You've made your point, now eat your toast and shut up."

~

As the Hogwarts Express rolled into Hogsmeade station, it bleated its horn across the horde of students. Some students hurried onboard, more than ready to greet the summer holidays; meanwhile others lingered and promised to write to their friends.

"Y/N!"

I glanced over my shoulder. Pansy Parkinson was squeezing through the throng of students, her warm, chocolate eyes locked onto my face. "Pansy!" I beamed, walking half-way to meet her.

Pansy didn't say anything. She simply flung her arms around my neck and pulled me in for one of her bear hugs. "Have a good summer, okay?" She said, gently patting my cheek once we'd parted. I wore a soft smile and dipped my head. "Yeah, I'll try."

A deep breath escaped Pansys lips as she tilted her head and smiled. "Owl me if you need anything. Now, I really have to get going, but I wanted to see you before we left."

"No problem, you don't want to keep the others waiting." I laughed knowingly. Pansy gave me one last hug before she disappeared through the crowds. I dropped my shoulders and went to grab my suitcase, but it was gone.

"Trouble!"

Malfoy was watching me from the train's door. He had my suitcase in one hand, and his own in the other. "You coming or not?"

I laughed softly to myself. "Yeah, coming." I called before following him up the steps. We strolled into the train, surprised by how crowded the aisles still were. The compartments were filling fast, so in all honesty, we had to shove a couple aside in order to get to one.

"I'm sorry," Malfoy said as he pulled the door to an empty compartment open. "For what?" I asked, closing the door after us. Malfoy looked at me over his shoulder. "For all the hassle I put you through," he said, pushing both of our trunks under the seats.

He turned back around to face me. "McGonagall was right— about everything. I was just being immature. I wish I'd have given you a chance sooner."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, taking a seat. "It wasn't just you. It was me as well. Which actually brings me to my next point..."

Malfoy lifted an intrigued brow.

"I don't hate you, Draco Malfoy."

"You don't?" Malfoy smirked.

"No. I mildly dislike you."

Malfoy shook his head and looked down at his feet, chuckling. "Ah, and yet the wit still continues."

"Oh, you're never gonna get rid of that, honey." I laughed softly. "Even if I loved you, it would still continue."

Malfoy leaned back into his seat and grinned. "So, there's a chance of you loving me, is there?"

"Tch, you'll wish there was." I said, kicking my feet up onto the seat beside him. There was suspicion in Malfoy's gaze when I turned my head, now looking out of the window instead of at him.

"Well, are you going to at least write to me then?" Malfoy asked.

"You expect me to write to you?" I looked over at him, surprised. Malfoy seemed surprised about the fact that I was surprised.

"Well, yeah." He said, his pale eyes making their way across my face. "I'm going to miss you over summer."

That was even more surprising, and apparently it showed on my face.

Malfoy laughed softly through his nose. "What? It's true." He grinned, "Two months of not having you crawl over my body in middle of the night just to go to the loo."

"Oh, shut up." I took my lip between my teeth and stared down at my feet. Malfoy laughed. He leaned over and pulled my trunk out half-way from under the seat. "What're you doing?" I asked, watching him open my trunk and take the Polaroid off the top.

"Do you mind?" He asked, lifting up the Polaroid. "I want a picture of you to show my mum." He admitted, before adding— "well, one where you aren't half-asleep and doused in water."

"You still have that?" I almost whined.

"Do you still have the one of me in a sling?" Malfoy shot back. I dropped my shoulders and sighed. "Yes..." I murmured, kicking my feet. He shook his head and lifted the camera.

"Say cheeseee!"

~End of Third Year~

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