Draco Malfoy x Reader || Longstar

Chapter Eighteen

It was July now. Time flies, am I right? It was the day of the summer holiday and Sasha and I was back on the train, waiting to go home. 

What happened this school year? Well, Harry killed one of our teachers that were attempting to steal the Philosopher's Stone. That was cool; the killing part was kinda cool but still brutal. But he's 11 so it makes him extra cool. 

Draco? We didn't talk much this year after the winter holiday. Though it makes me feel ecstatic when I saw him wearing the scarf outside when it was cold. Next year I'm going to work harder though on trying to be more open on with my crush on him. All I could hope though was that I wouldn't get emabrssed too much. 

Something important I learned this year? It won't be easy to mess with the emo guy, Snape. He's hard to please so it's difficult to make jokes with him. 

The train stopped at the platform and I stepped off the train with Sasha as we loaded our stuff onto the trolley as well as our owls. 

Once we got off, my eyes darted all over the place; searching the crowd for my parents until I found them waving their arms in the air. I smiled and Sasha started pushing the cart towards them. We both waved goodbye to Hermione, Ron, and Harry as we passed by them; they're nice friends. 

As I trotted behind Sasha, trying to keep up with her fast pace, my shoulder bumped into someone else. I peeked behind to see who it was and no surprise, it was Draco. I smiled and held my head up high. Maybe I do have a chance with him... 

Draco's POV

I see my parents waiting for me at the station. I walked up to them with my suitcase in hand and once I greeted them, we began walking out of the station. As we were walking I saw Y/N briskly walking behind Sasha. I laughed a little, she was struggling to keep up. 

As I passed her I made sure to brush my shoulder against her and I grinned. I don't like her but she's something. She's funny, a bit strange sometimes but funny. Others call her weird though but usually all of us laugh with her. Sometimes it's at her, and I don't mean it. I don't want to be rude to her, I don't.