Draco Malfoy Oneshots

Traitor pt. 1

You watched the fire in the fireplace dying slowly. By now, the comfortable warmth it had radiated was fading, still, you and your fellow students were crouching on the couches in front of it and stared into the glow gloomily. Today had been probably the worst day in a long row of bad days. Not only that the DA had been exposed by Umbridge and was now at its end, but also your reckless behaviour had brought Professor Dumbledore in a more than just uncomfortable position, as Harry had told you. Your headmaster was by now on the run, after he had put off Fudge and his henchmen in his office. Now, the school would be fully exposed to Umbridge's cruel reign. You didn't even want to think about all the things that might happen in the near future in this school that -until now- had always been a safe haven for you and your friends.
"This is all my fault.", Harry finally broke the silence and slumped in his seat. "I should have never even started all of this."
But Hermione was quick to shake her head eagerly.
"If anything, it is my fault. Oh, Harry, you haven't done anything wrong. This was all my idea."
"You didn't even want to do this. We talked you into this, man.", Ron confirmed.
"But I'm the one who started this. I'm the one who took the lead.", Harry argued, visibly upset.
"It really doesn't make sense to put the blame on any of us.", you cut him off harshly. "This is on Umbridge. And Fudge."
"But I should have seen this coming. I knew that Umbridge was up to no good."
"We all knew that.", Ron said. The boy shrugged his shoulders. "And we all knew that she was going to catch us sooner or later."
"We can't change what happened. What's important now is how we'll keep going from here.", you said.
"We won't do anything anymore.", Harry stated. "It's over. We should just forget about it."
"But there must be something we can do.", you persisted.
"But Umbridge has the list. She can't prove that we've done something, but she knows that all of us were up to something.", Ron argued.
Hermione's gaze shot up and suddenly she seemed to be as energized, as she had been when she had come up with her original idea of founding the DA.
"That's it, Ron. You're a genius.", she stated. Even though you could see Ron flush in the dim light of the fireplace, the look on his face was as questioningly as on Harry's and yours. But Hermione didn't seem to notice. "Not all of our names are on the list. Don't you remember?"
When she grinned at you excitedly, you realized.
Back in the day when everyone had met up in the Hog's Head, you had been lying in bed with a nasty flue, regretting bitterly that you couldn't accompany your friends to the very first meeting of the alliance forming against Umbridge. But maybe that exact fact could somehow help you out now. Because while back on that day, everyone had signed up on Hermione's bewitched list, you hadn't been there to do so. And by the time of the first meeting, you, as well as your friends, had somehow forgotten about the fact, that officially, you weren't a part of the DA yet. And if Umbridge would use the list as a register of suspects, your name wouldn't appear.
"But she still knows that we are friends. And even if there would be no connection between me and any of you at all – what am I supposed to do about the entire situation?", you asked.
Hermione frowned.
"We have to think of something. And we need to be careful. We can't allow any mistakes to be made once more."
You nodded and let out a heavy sigh as you sank back into your seat. Just like Hermione, you weren't ready to give up the fight yet, but on the other hand, for now, you couldn't think of a single thing you were able to do in this situation. But as you saw Hermione's gaze fixed on the fireplace, her brows furrowed and her lips moving constantly, as she talked to herself inaudibly, you strongly suspected that she was already working on a solution for your problem.

And your determination to do something -anything- about what was happening at your school only grew the next day. Because over the night new placates had appeared all over the castle. The Educational Decree Number Twenty-Eight announced that "Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) has replaced Albus Dumbledore as the Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".
Many rumours were spreading around the entire school, suspecting what exactly had happened the day before. Surprisingly, many of them weren't exactly wrong. At least most people were informed well enough to know that Harry had witnessed the entire scene and now he was bombarded with questions. And no matter how hard Harry tried to shield himself from the curious glances and remarks, somehow someone always found their way to him.
One of those people was Ernie Macmillan. You had always liked the Hufflepuff boy, but sometimes his constant talking got on your nerves. Today was one of those days, but then again it wasn't that hard to appreciate his chatter, since he not only shared your aversion against Umbridge, but he also wasn't afraid to say it out loud. And just like that, Ernie and Hermione worked themselves into a rage, gossiping about your new headmaster.
But as Hermione was using a barrage of not-exactly-friendly words to describe her, she was interrupted by a sneering voice.
"Do you really want to finish this sentence, Granger?"
You turned around, facing the boy who had interrupted Hermione's hate speeches. Draco Malfoy had somehow managed to stalk you and was now standing behind you, accompanied by his friends Crabbe and Goyle and a superior grin on his face, making you suspect, he was up to no good.
And you were right. While the grin on Malfoy's face only widened, he explained to you, that members of the Inquisitorial Squad had by now the authority to dock points from other students. And he promptly took advantage of his new power, as Malfoy docked five points from Hermione for running her mouth over Umbridge, and once more ten for her being a -as he referred to her- mudblood, five from Ernie for disagreeing with him, five from Ron, for not dressing properly, and five from Harry. With Harry, Malfoy didn't even look for an excuse to dock points, simply stating that he couldn't stand him. Finally, the Slytherin turned to you, eying you with a sly grin on his face. Until that moment you had just stood there, watching the scene quietly, simply left speechless by the audacity of the boy. You could feel your heart pumping loudly in your chest, as Malfoy's grey eyes set on you.
"Let's see (Y/l/n)." He paused, his eyes scanning every centimetre of your body, searching for something to criticise. You could feel your skin burning under his intense gaze. Finally, Malfoy looked up again, his grey eyes meeting yours. The smile on his face only grew wider as he said: "Five points from you for having such bad taste in friends."
You looked at the guy in disbelief. It took you a few moments to find your ability to speak again.
"Excuse me?", you squeezed out, as a part of you was still denying what was going on right now.
"You are excused (Y/l/n).", Malfoy said in a haughty tone, making Crabbe and Goyle giggle meanly.
As he saw the dumbfounded look on your face, Malfoy just laughed, before he turned on his heel, and walked away.
Only when Malfoy was almost out of sight, you slowly started to process what had just happened. And with the realization setting in, you felt the anger boiling up in you.
"That stupid bastard.", you hissed, grabbing your wand, ready to fire a nasty curse right at Malfoy's back. "I'm gonna..."
"You won't do anything about it (Y/n).", Hermione cut you off, grabbing you by the wrist. "Not yet."
"But Hermione, we can't let him get away with that. We can't let all of them get away with that.", you said in a desperate voice.
"Oh, don't worry. We won't.", Hermione said grimly. "And I already have an idea how we will do this."