Harry Potter Hubby Short Stories (Golden trio/marauders era)

Draco Malfoy

Your Stats:
Your house: Hufflepuff
Your age: 4th year (15)
Your parents: Hayden and Landon Johnson
Your favorite class: Care of Magical Creatures
Your pet: Black Cat named Orion

How you met:
For basically your whole life, your family was best friend with the Weasleys. Ron and you met when you were just five, and have been best friends ever since. You had all of your firsts together (except of course your first boyfriend). While Ron had liked many girls, you had never gotten close to any guys besides Harry and Ron. You met Harry on the Hogwarts Express with Ron, and you guys became instant friends. The three of you got close on the train, along with a new girl named Hermione. On your first official day at Hogwarts, nerves were splashing through the air. As you walked into the grand castle, you were amazed by the sheer magic and largeness of the school. Compared to your families small cottage and the Weasley's cozy, cramped burrow, this was spectacular. In the foyer, you waited with the other first years for your grand entrance and sorting. A kind woman named Pro. McGonagall waited with and instructed you. You could tell that you would be close with her. As all the jittery first years around you conversed among each other, a small boy approached you, Ron, and Harry. As he walked closer, you observed his features. His nose was sharp and pointed, his hair was as white as snow, and his gray eyes were enchanting, with layers of mystery and hidden emotion. He was beautiful. When he finally reached you, your eyes caught for a moment. He stalled in his tracks. Suddenly his eyes shifted to Ron standing next to you. He began to talk, but you didn't hear because you were still so enchanted by his appearance. When you finally snapped out of it, you heard him say smugly, "Red hair, and a hand-me-down-robe? You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He stuck out his hand. It was icy and slender, painted a milky white. You couldn't believe the nerve he had in insulting your best friend like that. You spoke up. "Listen blondie. You seem like you could be really sweet, but you need to chill out. It's not cool to be insulting my best friend like that, so why don't you and your Barbie looking hair get out of here." He stared at you for a minute, in surprise and confusion. He held your eye contact for what felt like forever, before he broke it with a scoff. He said, "My offer stands for you too. Don't let that scum influence you." He turned with a swish of his robes and you scowled in utter disbelief. "What a jerk" you muttered.

How he asked you out/your first kiss:
For the next four years, you and Draco had a cat and mouse type relationship. You were enemies, but still respected each other. Though Draco would never tell you, he admired your intelligence, bravery, and ability to stand your ground. Your perseverance was frustrating, but attractive to him. Throughout your fourth year, you had begun to get to know Cedric Diggory, a quidditch player in your house. He was so funny and seemed to genuinely care about you, plus he was kinda cute. This year, Fred and George Weasley decided to throw a huge New Year party and invited everyone fourth year and up. You were so excited because Cedric had asked you to go with him. You had never been asked on a date before, let alone had a New Years kiss, so you thought this was finally your chance. Before the party, you were getting ready with Hermione. She was wearing a pink cocktail dress, with thin straps and an open back. She looked gorgeous, but she was nothing compared to you. You were wearing a shimmery green dress with a neckline that plunged just a little too low. You looked stunning, but you didn't know it. As you walked into the party, you nervously fiddled with the hem of your dress. You admired the venue. It was held in the room of requirements, and was decorated beautifully. As you scanned the room, you saw Harry and Ron by the punch bowl, Cedric across the dance floor, and Draco scowling in the corner. When you looked at Draco, he caught your eye, and looked you up and down. You shook your head, thinking that you were just imagining it, and looked away, not wanting him to ruin your perfect night. You pushed through the crowd to Cedric, and when he finally saw you, his eyes widened. He was stunned by your beauty and said, "You look so hot." Your face heated and you tried to look anywhere but him, finding a speck of dirt on your heels more interesting. He broke your concentration as he asked, "Shall we dance?", sticking his hand out. Throughout the night, you cycled through dancing with Cedric, and partying with the rest of your friends. You burned through MANY cups of punch. As midnight drew closer and closer, you felt your nerves rising. The room was getting hotter and hotter and you were waiting for Cedric to make a move. With only a few minutes until midnight, Cedric still wasn't doing anything, and you felt disappointed. A jukebox jam song came to a close and you were sweating. You felt a soft hand grab your wrist and pull you roughly off of the dance floor. As you made it to the hall just outside the party, you turned around to see Draco's annoyed face looking at you. You admired his outfit, as the next song was muffled in the background. "What do you want Malfoy?" you finally said. He looked angrily into your eyes and said, "What are you doing here with Diggory?". Your eyes widened, had you heard him right? You replied, "What?". He seemed frustrated and grunted, he restated his prompt, "I said, what do you think you are doing here with that stupid Hufflepuff?". A smirk fell lightly onto your baby pink lips as you became aware of the shocking situation. "Is someone jealous?" you asked in a teasing tone. He huffed in disbelief that you would suggest that. Although, even though you hadn't noticed and he would never admit it, a slight pink dusted his cheeks. He stuttered every so slightly, "No. Why- why would I ever be jealous of that bright eyed freak." "At least he asked me." you shot back. There was an uncomfortable silence between you two. He broke the silence, "You shouldn't be here with him. He only likes you for your looks." You couldn't believe him, "You don't get to control who I talk to. Why do you even get to say anything? You hate me for four years and then suddenly you care?!" He stared back at you, gray piercing hazel. There was something different in his eyes though, some sort of compassion, something other than the normal dull grayness. There's no way he actually cares. He's just trying mess everything up. Why would he ever care about you. He's always with that Pansy girl anyway. "I'm just saying, you shouldn't be with him. He's a self centered git who only cares about how many girls he can ruin." In the background, the music faded and a loud voice boomed. "Time to start our New Years count dowwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

10....

"It's not like you care, why can't you just let me be."

9...

8...

7...

"You just need to trust me. I don't need you to come crying to me when you get hurt."

6...

5...

"Well what are you going to do about it, huh?"

4...

He stared at you, something was different about it.

3..

There was no hate, no defense, just something you'd only seen a few times.

2...

It was a look that you'd seen him give you out of the corner of your eye. One he'd never shown you.

1...

As the countdown hit zero and the crowd cheered he spoke, "This." He grabbed your cheek and pulled you closer, though he was aggressive, he has a sort of gentleness to him, like he didn't want to hurt you. He pulled you closer and touched his lips to yours. Fireworks went of both literally and mentally. This was something you'd never felt before. It was a kiss of your dreams, full of both passion and delicacy. While it only lasted a few seconds, it felt like eternity. When he pulled away, you looked at each other, with gazes of both surprise and delight. "So I guess you do care" you finally said with a smirk. "Shut up" he mumbled as he pulled you in again.