Draco Malfoy Oneshots

Driving you mad

"Severed heads, unidentifiable stumps, terrifying frog-rabbit mutations — all have been created, to the dismay of those who made them...", Professor McGonagall stated, while you, along with the other students stared at the birds, that were fluttering through the classroom, in awe. "Now it is on you. Let's see what you remember."
You bit your lip. It wasn't like you had any problems with the spell itself, it worked out just fine for you. But using those spells without saying them out loud had never been one of your strengths. And the only way to change that was to practice.

But at the end of the lesson, Hermione had been the only one who had been able to actually conjure some birds without saying a word. For a moment everyone had been surprised when from the tip of Ron's wand some birds had flown up as well, but soon you realized that he, even if it had been unconsciously, had mumbled "Avis.", through his clenched teeth, earning laughter from his classmates and a disapproving look from Professor McGonagall.
When you exited the classroom after the lesson after the Professor had reminded you once more to not forget to practice also between the lessons, Ron was still embarrassed, but Hermione reminded him that he might have done better if he would have practised the nonverbal spells more frequently from the very beginning. That lead to a heated argument, Harry and you listened, quite amused by the constant bickering, until you were interrupted by someone, who also had to run his mouth about Ron's failure, but with not as good intentions as Hermione.
"Isn't it a shame how you fail even if you cheat Weaselbee?"
You could see Ron's ears turning slightly pink as he turned around to the blond Slytherin who had made the comment and was now looking at him with a sly grin on his face.
"As I recall you didn't manage the spell either, did you?", Hermione said, narrowing her eyes.
"Don't think I need a filthy mudblood to assess my abilities as a wizard.", Malfoy answered, eying Hermione haughtily, earning some snickering of his friends who were standing behind him.
"At least she was the only one who had been able to actually cast the spell.", Harry returned.
Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.
"Wagging your wand hasn't anything to do with real magic.", he said.
"Is that how you justify a muggleborn being better than you? That's just pathetic.", Harry spoke up again.
"Don't you dare to call me pathetic, Potter."
"There's no need to be ashamed of it, Malfoy. We all already know.", you jumped in.
Malfoy now turned to you, his eyes sparkling.
"Doesn't say much when it comes from you. As if you'd be the sharpest knife in the drawer.", he hissed.
"Never said I am, but at least I'm smart enough to know you aren't either.", you answered with a sweet smile on your face.
Malfoy took a step towards you. He was now towering you, but you refused to take a step back, even though you felt your pulse quicken as you felt his hot breath hitting your face.
"Did you just call me stupid?"
Your smile only grew wider as you locked your eyes with his and nodded.
"In fact, I did."
You saw Malfoy's hand twitching from the corner of your eye, getting ready to grab your wand if he would make any effort to use his, in case you had to defend yourself. But then you heard someone clearing their throat behind you. You tore your gaze apart from Malfoy and looked up to Professor McGonagall who watched the scene, her lips pressed together to a thin line.
Malfoy also looked at the teacher, his gaze flickering between her and you. Then he bent down, bringing his lips close to your ear as he whispered: "We aren't done yet, love."
"I would be disappointed if it would be any other way.", you smiled.
Malfoy then straightened up again and took a step back.
"Let's go.", he said and strutted away, followed by his henchman.
Professor McGonagall gave you a warning look before she turned around and left.
You let out an annoyed groan.
"He's driving me mad. One day I'll kill him, I swear.", you mumbled.
Ron, who stood next to you, was watching Malfoy turning around the next corner grimly.
"Not if I'll get him first."
"If we'll ever get to it, we'll draw lots.", Harry added and you all nodded in agreement, while your thoughts drifted off to all the things you wanted to do to the boy.

The next afternoon, you were sitting on a landing stage down by the lake. The sun was already low and even though it was still warm, the cold breeze blowing across the lake made you shiver. The sun had still been burning when you had left the castle and you had left your robe back in your dorm, thinking you would return before it would get too cold. Because originally, you had just wanted to practice how to conjure the birds nonverbally once more, since Professor McGonagall had announced that you would have to present what you had learned in the next lesson. But unfortunately, it had taken longer than you had thought it would.
Still, you felt the satisfaction rushing through your body, now that it had actually worked out. A small flock of birds was fluttering above your head, chirping happily. You had to admit, you were kinda proud of your performance. Spells that created life always amazed you the most. It always reminded you of how powerful magic actually was. Sometimes you took it for granted, and sometimes you were even a little bit annoyed when the teachers would preach over and over again that with the great power you had, huge responsibility would come along, thinking you would be able to work things out on your own just as well, but in moments like this, you remembered that they were probably right. You had a responsibility. Responsibility towards you, the people around you, the society and now also those little birds, hovering above you.
You smiled quietly to yourself as you watched them flying towards the sun, wishing those little creatures only the best and hoping they wouldn't end as Mrs Norris' dinner.
Speaking of dinner, you realized with a look at your watch that you should probably get back to the castle if you wanted to be on time for your own.