Chaser (Adrian PuceyxReader Story)

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Adrian's POV:
       Draco and Veronica kept fighting. But, I was just paying attention to her specifically. Everything seemed to blur out except for her. All I could hear and see was her.
Stop, my obsession over her is starting again.
I don't even know why I like her. Her family is all about Pureblood supremacy. It sickens me on how I have to pretend to agree with that, I have to protect my family's name and they expect me to be heir. Sometimes, I wonder maybe I just like her for her body, like Higgs. Though, I think back and I listen to her conversations with people and I just seem to be fascinated by her. How can someone so sweet believe in the pureblood crap?

A voice interrupts my thoughts,
"Yeah, so what if I did? I'm not scared of Lucius," Veronica said. She said.

I was astonished, I always expected her to be "daddy's girl" or respect him like a servant. She glanced at me, I looked away.

~time jump to end of feast~

Flint, Higgs, Montague, and I were walking down towards the dungeons while playing pass with the Quaffle. Higgs kept talking about her.
"Have you see how her curves developed this year?" Higgs said, "Can't wait to play that fragile little body of hers."
I know what Higgs do with girls, mentally and physically. He disgusts me.
"You better not hurt her, Higgs." I told him warningly.
"Awh, I think Addie has a little crush on Malfoy," Higgs mocked. I threw the Quaffle towards him and he flew back, hitting the Quidditch trophy case. Glass spewed towards me, and the others. Higgs looked dead on the floor, dramatic. I tried to avoid the glass shards but turning my head around, but obviously my face started bleeding from the glass.
"Oh shit, Snape is coming," Montague said.
"Mr. Pucey, follow me." Snape said, and he looked down at Higgs. "Dramatic," as he sent Montague and Flint to carry him to Madam Pomfrey. I started following Snape down the hall and we arrived at the Great Hall. The blood on my face dried up as we got there.

Snape went on ahead going in the Great Hall, I checked to see the reflection of the window to see my scratched up face. I had a cut across my cheek, chin, and lip. Then I hear Snape talking to someone in the Great Hall.

"Mr. Pucey will be joining you."

Me? Joining who?

I walk in and I see her.

Veronica's POV:

I had so many questions. Why was he here? Why does he have scratches and cuts on his face and arm?
"Now, now," Snape said, "Get cleaning."

I try to avoid Adrian's eyes, I can tell he's avoiding mine too. We have three more tables to go and we're done. Well, I'll be done if he doesn't stop looking at his book. Wait. THAT'S MY BOOK!

"Hey!" I called out to him. "That's my book."

"Twilight." He responded, and I slowly grabbed my book and pulled it away from him.
"Yes..? How'd you know?" It's a muggle book, how would a pureblood suprematist know that? I ripped off the title so I wouldn't be caught with it by Lucius.
"Wild guess."
"You're lying."
"How would you know if I was lying?" He tilts his head, leaning against the table. "Where'd you find it?"
"Oh, you know. I just found it lying around so I took a shot at it."
"Now you're lying." He smirks at me, shoot, that was kind of attractive. I sit down at the table across from him, it might be risky telling him about my interest in muggles and muggle creation. He already caught me with this book so what can possibly go wrong anyway?
"Fine. I got it myself alright? You can't tell anyone about my interest in muggles, it'll ruin the Malfoy name." I regret saying this. Why did I do this? I'm so stupid.
"Now you're probably gonna tell everyone about this anyway because you think muggles are weird and useless." I look down.
He came over to me and placed both his hands besides me, leaning on the table.
Butterflies.
He leaned down to my height and looked into my eyes. I can see his scratches and cuts on his face.
"I won't tell anyone," he smirked. "For you to gain my trust, maybe I can tell you about how I'm not a pureblood suprematist either. I think it's cute that you have an interest on muggles," his smirk was still on his face.
"You?" I scoff, "a blood traitor like me?"
He pushed himself up to get out of the leaning position and threw me a wet sponge.
"Let's get cleaning, Veronica."