The Half-Blood Princess || Draco Malfoy x Reader || Y/n Snape

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Trigger warning: Lil toxicity behavior, fluff, language

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"But she wants you" - Mr Weasley

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Y/n's POV
"Y/n/n, hold still," Pansy scolds me as she tries to finish painting the #7 on my cheek. I grumble a little and chew my strawberry waffles slowly.

Today is the Hogwarts Quidditch cup, and of course it's Gryffindor vs Slytherin. Everyone is excited, especially since classes are canceled. Why do I not share that same feeling currently like everyone else right now? I mean, my husband is a great athlete and not to mention all of our guy friends are playing too, but I still felt uneasy from Draco and I's argument last night.

~ Flashback ~

"Stop asking, I already told you it's none of your business."

"It is my business. I thought we promised to be completely honest with each other the moment we got married," I frustratedly say.

Looking dead in my eyes, "Don't start with me Y/n."

It has been a couple of weeks since we got married, and Draco has been very busy. Busy with classes, quidditch practice, going to those death eater meetings, and I'm sure Voldy has him doing tasks. What are they? I may never know. But clearly it's draining and stressful on him. I try to nonchalantly bring it up, but every time I do, he either shrugs me off, or dodges it by changing the subject or saying he's running late to be somewhere. I don't think Dray understands how hurt I am seeing him like this.

Last night was the last straw. I couldn't take it anymore as we already argued numerous times about this already. Annoyed and frustrated, I got up to leave, but Draco grabbed my wrist, pulling me back into his chest.

"Where do you think you're going, love?"

"It's none of your business, now is it," I responded, challenging him as I look into those grey-blue eyes of his.

The stubborn individuals we are, we don't cave into the tension. Draco locks the door with a charm, and we both get ready for bed without saying another word to each other.

I guess you could say this is our first real big fight. Even this morning, Draco didn't give me my usual good morning/goodbye kiss before he left. Damn Merlin, he didn't even say goodbye—nothing.

~ End of flashback ~

Now with the girls, I'm laughing as we head to the bleachers early so we can snatch the good seats. We pass by the Slytherin locker room and my gaze happens to meet Draco's. My breath gets caught in my throat. Those negative feelings I once felt began to seized to exist. I wonder if this man knows he'll always have a hold on me.

I still didn't want to give in... Not yet anyway. I let out a sigh, look away, and continue walking towards the pitch. But then I hear someone calling me—a voice that I knew well. Rolling my eyes I tell Pansy to save me a seat as I turn around.

"What do you want Weasley."

Don't get me wrong. I love George and Fred. I was once really close friends with them especially since I'd hang out with the Golden Trio at times. I even may or may not have had a crush on George. And... I potentially was told by Hermione and Ginny that the feelings were mutual.