As Green As Grass [Daphne Greengrass x Male Werewolf Reader]

Realization

It had been a few weeks since the forest and Y/N was back to normal having recovered from the cold he caught out in the forest when he saved Harry.

Daphne was sitting in the great hall reading a book, hoping to surpass her academic rival, Hermione, who was also studying, Draco meanwhile was with Y/N.

"Why do you care about those Gryffindors?"

"Because I don't care about houses Draco, I care about the person, if they're good to me then I'm good to them." Y/N said as he fell backwards onto the couch in the Slytherin common room.

"What do you think about Professor Quirrell? Snape seems to have a grudge against him."

"I noticed."

"I think Quirrell's a bit pathetic if you ask me, although he clearly knows what he's talking about, he's travelled all over the world, France, Romania, Belgium, Germany, Russia, Poland, he's been all over the place, some say he's an expert on the dark arts." Draco said as Y/N looked at him for a moment before standing up. "Y/N?"

"Don't worry, I'll be right back." Y/N said as he rushed out of the room, running as fast as he could to Harry.

He arrived at the Quidditch Pitch to see Harry training with the Gryffindor team, Y/N ran up to the stands and was about to sit down until Wood stopped play, flying over to him.

"What are you doing here Malfoy? Spying for Slytherin?"

"No, I was coming to support Harry, I personally couldn't care less who wins, sure I've got my preferences, but I'm not gonna become Double-O Dickhead just for a quidditch match." Y/N said as he lit a cigarette.

"Our next match is against Slytherin, and you haven't come to support Harry before, so you'll forgive me if I don't believe you." Wood said as Y/N raised his eyebrow at him.

"I'll forgive you for not believing me if you'll forgive me for not giving a shit what you believe." Y/N said as he looked wood in the eyes, Harry flew over now joined by the rest of the team.

"Wood, don't you know who this is?"

"He's a Slytherin-"

"He's Y/N Malfoy. He's the one who saved Hermione Granger from the troll." Angelina Johnson said as she smiled at Y/N. "Angelina Johnson by the way, heard you gave Greyback a good what for when he was picking on Hermione."

"Just doin' my job. Look, there's something important I need to tell Harry, so I'll just wait until the end of the training, never know one of you might just hit me with the quaffle." Y/N said, the last part being a joke before he pulled out a book.

The team went back to training while Y/N was reading and occasionally cheering Harry on.

As he was reading Y/N was remembering him and Draco years ago...

8 Years Ago:

Y/N was with Draco in the playground, the two of them laughing and joking.

"What are you looking at?" Draco asked as he looked at a young boy who looked at him for a brief moment. "He definitely looked at us funny didn't he? What's this?"

Draco looked at a small little hut that the boy and his friends had built.

"We built it to play in." The Boy said as Draco looked to Y/N.

"Really." Draco said with an evil smile on his face as he looked to Y/N who smirked before taking a gentle breath and blowing the house down, making sure to not puff out with his full strength wind. "This is our play ground, clear off."

Draco looked at the boy who stood up and shoved him, Y/N was on the boy in an instant, beating them up before dragging them to their feet and shoving them away.

"Don't come back here again or else." Draco said as Y/N smirked at the boys all running away.

Present:

Y/N was pulled from his memories by Harry who had seemingly finished training and changed back into his uniform.

"So, what did you want to tell me?"

"It's not Snape trying to steal the Stone...it's Quirrell." Y/N said as he looked at Harry.

"Quirrell, nonsense, Y/N...that's like saying that Ron is capable of breaking into Gringotts. No offence to Ron, but he's not exactly my first choice for something like that." Harry said as Y/N sighed.

"I'm telling you Harry, it's Quirrell." Y/N said as he began to explain his reasoning. "He's been all over the world, most notably, France, where Flamel is from, he's an expert on the Dark Arts, he's practically a nut on the subject, he's also travelled to Romania recently, three guesses who's been spotted there recently."

"Y/N, you saw the blood on Snape's leg, you saw him cursing my broom." Harry said as Y/N sighed.

"All right, put your money where your mouth is. 500 Galleons on Quirrell being the one trying to steal the stone." Y/N said as he looked at Harry.

"Okay...you're on." Harry said as he shook hands with Y/N.

"Lookin' forward to being slightly richer soon." Y/N said as he left, heading back to Draco...