Electric Love {Draco x y/n}

Part 3: Apple Tart

"If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will." - Unknown.

2 Years Later (sorry for the weird time jump)

The last two years have flown by. The trio always seems to be caught up in some life-and-death situation. You became close friends with the Weasley twins, Ginny, and of course, Cho, but Hermione is your best friend when she isn't off on an adventure with Harry and Ron. Malfoy was a pain in the ass, as always. Every time you see his face, anger seems to boil in your stomach. You think he's a pretentious, self-centered, spoiled daddy's-boy.

You step off the train and walk with Hermione to where the carriages are waiting.

"You can go ahead and get on a carriage, I'll catch up with you in a second," you tell her.

"Okay," she answers, giving you a little worried look before walking away.

You stop and stare at the thestrals; every time you see them, it surprises you, their paper-thin, leathery, bat-like wings - their skeleton bodies and their shiny white eyes. It's also interesting to watch people walk past them like they're not there. You reach up and gently place your hand on one of their dragon-like faces. It nuzzles you, and you stroke its face. Suddenly, a boy comes up and stands next to you.

"You can see them too?" he asks. You turn to look at him. He has curly dark-brown hair and his face had small, almost invisible scars on them, his eyes is the color of melted chocolate; they have an intense glint but also look warm and flirty. They seem to bear thousands of untold stories and untold sadness. 

"Yeah, they're strange creatures, aren't they? Are you not supposed to see them?" you ask, trying not to get lost in his eyes.

"Normally, people don't. Especially people our age," he says, giving you a small, sad smile.

"Why not?" you wonder out loud.

"Only people who have seen death can see them."

"Oh." you say, staring at the thestral before you.

Suddenly, Draco appears next to you guys. "What are you doing, talking to a low-life mudblood?" he asks the boy.

"Shut up, Malfoy. Just because I don't fuck my cousins, I'm a low-life mudblood? If anything, you would have dirty blood because your genes are so messed up from having children with your own family members." you reply.

"Bitch, your parents are probably siblings by how messed up you look," Draco says.

Both of your faces are turning red, and you cock your head at him, about to retort when the boy says, "Let's go Malfoy, before you guys start fucking each other."

You and Draco both turn to face him, about to disagree, but the boy drags Malfoy away before you guys get the chance.

"Like I would ever touch that piece of scum," you hear Draco say to the boy.

You roll your eyes at him and walk away to find Hermione.

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The great hall is once again filled with echoes of laughter and chatter, and the first years all looking around in awe.

Sitting at the Gryffindor table, next to Hermione and Ginny, you indulge in an apple tart.

As your friends converse in conversations about their summer holidays, you find your mind drifting away, thinking about why the boy could see the thestrals as well and wondering what his past was like.

An irritating voice that belongs to the one and only Draco Malfoy brings you back to reality. "Psst... Potter, is it true you fainted? I mean, you actually fainted?"

"Shove off, Malfoy. Didn't your mum teach you any respect? Oh sorry, I forgot, she was too busy fucking her relatives." you snap.

Draco was about to retort when Professor Dumbledore's voice boomed across the Great Hall. "Silence everyone. I have an announcement to make. I would like to introduce our new defense against the dark arts professor. Please give your warmest welcome to Professor Lupin."

Everyone started clapping and cheering as Professor Lupin stood up and gave a small wave to the students before sitting back down.

When the dinner ends, you go to your dorm, that you share with Hermione, Lavender, Parvati, and Rannel.

It felt good to be back home, but dealing with Malfoy left a bitter taste in your mouth.