oneshots + imagines 𝜗𝜚˚

bully ⤷ draco malfoy ³

main character: female: astrid barlowe [ hufflepuff ]

celebrity: draco malfoy

angst + fluff

[ au: draco suddenly notices you and takes interest. he bullies you, only for your attention, of course. but how are you supposed to know that? ]

[ 3 : astrid's pov ]

Harper takes the plate of scrambled eggs and helps herself to more. 

'I still can't believe we're going for best friends,' she mumbles through a full mouth. I hit her arm.

'Harper! We are not going for best friends. It was one conversation. And barely one, at that! You are going for one of them.' I flush. 'And lower your voice, I don't need the whole Gryffindor table hearing my business.' 

Harper glances at the loud, rowdy Gryffindor table next to us, where Ron and Harry are finding out how many breakfast biscuits Ron can fit into his mouth. 

'I don't think they're interested, really,' she giggles. 

I decide to change the topic. 'Are you ready for the first day of classes? Our schedule says we have Potions for this week with first-years. I think McGonagall wants to ease them into Snape's teaching. She probably thinks they'll feel better with older kids around them.'

Harper lights up. 'I love working with first-years! Potions is gonna be fun.'

'Potions is never fun,' I laugh. 'But we'll see.'

'I'm gonna teach them all the funny ones first. Like the love potion.'

'That's so advanced for them,' I giggle. 'They're gonna make Snape go ballistic.'

'Good! We don't like that git anyway.' I give her a look. 'He's still a teacher,' I reprimand her. 'We still respect him.'

'We try to respect him.' Harper corrects me.

time skip : last class of the day

'Merlin, I nearly forgot what Snape's classroom smelled like,' Cedric gags and nearly walks into me. I scrunch my nose and agree. Harper, Ella, Khlo, Cedric, Noah, Cassius, Hazel, Amelia, Asher, Susie and I head down to the dungeon in a group. 

'Do you think something magical happened over the summer and he's changed from his old ways?' Noah asks hopefully as we enter the classroom.

'You're late,' Snape spits. 'Sit down, all of you. On the first day? That's 5 points from Hufflepuff for each one of you that's late.'

Wishful thinking, Noah.

Cedric groans and we take the back tables. I scout the classroom. We're barely late. The class isn't even half-full. There are some nervous-looking first-years scattered around the desks, but other than them and our large group of fourth-year Hufflepuffs, there's nobody else. Looking at their red and yellow accented robes, I concur that these first-years are Gryffindors. 

Poor things, they must be terrified.

Suddenly, with an air of superiority, Draco, followed by Blaise, Theodore and many other Slytherin students stroll through the doorway. 

Of course.

And as expected, Snape doesn't lose his shit, as he did with us. 

'Sit down,' he sighs impatiently. 'Don't be late next time.'

The classroom is now full. There are 11 Hufflepuffs, 14 Slytherins, and 16 Gryffindor first-years. I watch as Draco's eyes scan the room. His eyes trail the Gryffindor students with nervy distaste. I look away as he turns to the Hufflepuff tables.