What's up Granger || Draco Malfoy x Reader

-9-

Y/n's Perspective

I made my way down the familiar corridors of Hogwarts, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I walked out from the common room. Mattheo and Malfoy had left me feeling drained.

I reached the Slytherin dormitory, and I hesitated for a moment before knocking on Blaise's door. He was the only one I felt comfortable talking to right now, who could understand what was going on.

The door swung open, and Blaise raised an eyebrow in surprise at seeing me there. "Y/n, what brings you here?" he asked, stepping aside to let me in.

"I just needed to get away from the common room for a bit," I admitted, running a hand through my hair.

Blaise nodded understandingly. "Why what happened?" he asked.

"Well, it started with me meeting a guy named Jason..." I started to tell Blaise everything that happened today. "...and later on I found out Jason was Mattheo."

Blaise listened carefully as I spoke. "Wait-so you beat Mattheo? He bent down to pick your books up?" he asked, as his eyes widened in realization.

"What? Like it's hard?" I answered Blaise with a proud smile.

Blaise leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Mattheo Riddle is the most feared guy in school. No one dares to cross him, let alone stand up to him," he explained. "And yet, here you are, not only standing up to him but actually making him bend down and pick up your books. That's... amazing!"

"Didn't know he was that big of a deal." I answered, a bit surprised hearing what kind of person Mattheo was.

"Oh, he's probably fuming right now," he replied, his tone full of excitement. "But you know what? That just makes what you did even more impressive."

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at the thought of Mattheo's potential anger, but Blaise's words boosted my confidence.

"Yeah, well, he deserved it," I said, trying to brush off any doubts. "Nobody gets to treat me like that and get away with it."

"That's the spirit, Y/n. Don't let anyone push you around," he encouraged.

"Thanks, Blaise. I appreciate it," I said sincerely.

"Anytime, Y/n. You're tougher than you think," he said before leaning back in his chair.

I looked around the room to realize Enzo's not there. "Hey, Blaise, where's Enzo?"

Blaise's expression turned mischievous, as if about to share a secret. "Oh, Enzo? He's... occupied," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Occupied? With what?" I asked, wanting to know more.

Blaise chuckled. "Let's just say he's spending some quality time with a certain someone," he teased.

I couldn't help but laugh at Blaise's implication. "Ah, I see. Well, good for him," I said with a grin, happy that Enzo was enjoying himself.

"Yeah, he's been pretty occupied lately," he explained, clearly amused by the situation.

"Do you know who she is?" I asked, not being able to think of someone that could be that girl.

"Unfortunately, it's a secret. I don't even know her." Blaise answered.

"Well, I hope it's someone nice," I added on, feeling genuinely happy for Enzo. Eventually, he was the one who helped me even though I didn't ask for any help.

Blaise nodded in agreement. "Yeah, me too. Enzo deserves someone who makes him happy," he said.

"He's genuinely one of the kindest guys around," I commented, emphasizing his kindness.

"But don't let that fool you," He said. "Enzo's got a temper, too. When he's angry, he can be downright intimidating. But only on rare occasions."

"Anyways, thank you for your time. I really appreciate it." I thanked Blaise as I walked towards the door.

"Anytime Y/n. Your gossips are the most interesting ones to hear." Blaise replied as I walked out the door.

I was walking to the girl's Slytherin dorm feeling exhausted when I met a group of Slytherin boys. Of course Mattheo was there too.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Mattheo sneered as his friends snickered behind him.

I felt panic rush over me as they began to circle around me, trapping me.

"What's Miss.Granger doing, wandering around our territory?" one of them mocked, causing laughter from the group.

I stood my ground trying to hide my fears. "This is my territory too. After all, I am a Slytherin. Just. like. you." I replied as my voice trembled slightly.

Mattheo's smirk widened, noticing my voice unstable. "Feisty, aren't we?" he taunted, taking a step closer.

I took a step back, but the group closed in further, trapping me against the wall. I had realized I was outnumbered and cornered.

Before I could react, one of them shoved me roughly, causing me to stumble backward. My ankle twisted beneath me, causing lots of pain. But I bit my lips to hold back any sound from coming out of my mouth.

I refused to back down. I pushed myself upright, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

"You think you're tough, Granger?" Mattheo spoke as he stepped into the circle. "Let's see how tough you really are."

He lunged forward, as he aimed his fist at my face. But I managed to duck just in time. I fought back, landing a punch of my own fist in his gut.

Mattheo got up from my punch, grabbing his stomach tightly. I could tell he was in pain as he started speaking again. "Looks like the little Granger isn't so tough after all,"

But before I could muster another response, strong hands gripped my arms, wrenching them painfully behind my back. I struggled to free myself, but the guy was too strong.

"Let me go!" I demanded, resisting as I felt myself being dragged backward.

The group of Slytherin boys dragged me towards the broom closet at the end of the hallway as their laughter echoed.

My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing with desperate thoughts of escape.

Mattheo followed close behind as he watched my struggles with amusement. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little fighter, boys," he spoke in a loud voice making sure all the boys laughed at his stupid words.

I glared at him, clenching my jaws. "You're nothing but a coward, Mattheo. Bringing all your friends to fight." I spat, my voice trembling.

But my words seemed to increase his amusement, and with a cruel smirk, he pushed me into the broom closet, slamming the door shut behind me.

Trapped in the dark broom closet, I felt cold and scared. The walls seemed to close in on me, making it hard to breathe.

I banged on the door with my shaking hands and screamed for help, but nobody came. Feeling helpless, I panicked and screamed louder.

After hours of screaming for help, exhaustion started to take over me, and my sight began to fade.