blurred lines [draco x reader]

5 ౨ৎ | the blonde

You quickly gathered your books and brushed yourself off, managing to mumble a "sorry," but it fell on deaf ears. It wasn't long before the blonde walked into the classroom, clearly looking disgusted. You didn't blame him, though; after your interaction with Cedric, you felt utterly lost, your gaze glued to the floor. You took a seat at the back, hoping you wouldn't be called on. How could you concentrate now? All you could think about was Cedric and Cho, the image of her fingers entwined with his.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Harry's familiar face appeared in the doorway. He settled into the seat next to you, ignoring the twin ginger boys pleading for his attention from across the room. "Friends of yours?" you chuckled, glancing over at them.

"You could say that," he smiled. "They're Ron's older brothers."

"Ohh, Fred and George?" you questioned.

"How'd you know?"

"Hermione was pretty thorough when it came to Ron's life," you chuckled.

"I see. Oh, and before I forget, you should take this; you'll need it more than I do." He reached into his bag and pulled out a very worn-out-looking textbook.

"Advanced Potion-Making? What is this?" you asked.

"Trust me, this will be a lifesaver. I'm not sure what you learned at Beauxbatons, but this book will help you navigate everything that happens in this class," he smiled.

You tucked the book into your backpack as the door swung open. A man with long black hair stormed in. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making."

Your eyes widened, and you glanced at Harry. "Don't worry," he mouthed silently. "Professor Snape is more on edge now that another professor snagged the Defense Against the Dark Arts position."

"Care to enlighten the rest of us with your speech, Potter? No? Then may I continue?" Professor Snape questioned sternly.

"Of course, sir," he muttered.

A few students were snickering, particularly that blonde boy from earlier.

"With a partner, please concoct and perfectly execute the Edurus potion. I will thoroughly inspect your work in one hour. Begin," said Professor Snape.

You felt quite overwhelmed, but you were grateful to have Harry by your side. The hour flew by, and Snape made his rounds, inspecting each pair's Edurus potion. When he finally reached your table, he gave Harry an approving nod but shot you a strange side-eye. After dismissing the rest of the class, he asked you to stay behind. "Don't worry, I'll wait for you at the door," Harry smiled.

"Miss Y/L/N, I'm not an idiot. I'm not sure how things operated back at Beauxbatons, but it's clearly not up to our standards here. If your partner has to do all the work, then you're simply useless." From his desk, he pulled out a newer-looking textbook on Advanced Potion Making and handed it to you. You quickly rummaged through your bag to show him that you already had a copy, even if it looked like it was falling apart. He examined your textbook for a moment, then seemed to snap back to the present.

"Ah, I see. More prepared than I expected. I expect you to be fully familiar with everything in that textbook by the end of the week. Do I make myself clear?" he said, his tone firm.

"Crystal," you replied.

"Be off then."

You left without another word and met Harry outside the classroom.

"So what did he say?" he questioned.

"I just have to read that giant textbook from earlier, and I should be in the clear" you smiled.

"Sounds... doable," Harry said with hesitation. "But I'm sure Beauxbatons prepared you well".

Harry walked you to your next class before heading off to his own. Just three more to go, you thought. Transfiguration and Charms seemed straightforward enough; they were similar to courses you had already mastered at Beauxbatons. It was the last class, Herbology, that made you anxious. Beauxbatons was nestled in the Pyrenees mountains in southern France, always blanketed in snow. You had never studied the lush greenery that flourished throughout Hogwarts. This class would undoubtedly be the toughest to tackle.

After Charms, you frantically searched for any familiar face to help guide you to the Greenhouse, but you wandered the corridors without success. To your dismay, you caught sight of the rude blonde from earlier. You approached him, silently hoping he wasn't truly that awful and that your earlier encounter had put him in a bad mood. Hesitantly, you tapped his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but could you please tell me how to get to the Greenhouse? I have Herbology."

He turned around, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're in the completely wrong area. You'll want to head over toward the clock tower, and Herbology will be on the left."

The two boys behind him, who resembled lame bodyguards, struggled to stifle their laughter.

"Thanks..." you replied skeptically.

"Anytime."

With that, he strolled away, his two companions trailing closely behind. A quick glance at your watch revealed you had only ten minutes to find the classroom. Without any other leads, you had no choice but to hurry toward the clock tower. Halfway through your excursion, a burly man with a thick beard blocked your path.

"Oi there, where d'ye think yer off to? Y'know, yer headin' in the wrong direction, right? There ain't no classrooms this way; best be turnin' back 'fore ye get lost!"

"Oh no, sir, I'm going to Herbology. Just located near the clock tower, right?"

The large man let out a deep chuckle, the sound surprisingly endearing. "Who in Merlin's name told ye that?"

Before you could answer, he continued, "Blimey, ye must be the new seventh year. Herbology's on the complete opposite side of the campus, lass! Come on, I'll walk ye there myself."

You felt embarrassed and frankly quite stupid for believing anything that blonde had told you. As you continued walking, it dawned on you that that prat had sent you as far away from Herbology as possible. The large man spoke again.

"Name's Hagrid, by the way. How're ye likin' Hogwarts so far? Quite the confusing campus, innit? Takes a bit of gettin' used to, I reckon!"

"You could say that again," you chuckled. "Well, it's certainly different from Beauxbatons, but I'm hanging in there."

"Good to hear! Don't worry, it'll get easier as ye settle in. And I see ye've been sorted into Gryffindor." He bent down and whispered, "Well, don't tell anyone, but my favorite students all come from your house!"

After what felt like hours of walking, you finally arrived in the Greenhouse. Hagrid gestured for you to enter before him.

"Scuse the interruption, Professor Sprout, but this little one here got a bit lost. She's the new transfer student," Hagrid announced.

"Not to worry, dear," she said, pulling your arm to guide you to a seat. Hagrid waved goodbye, and you smiled in return. You scanned the room and, to your dismay, saw the blonde boy snickering to himself. When he caught your eye, you shot him a glare. The lesson was short, given that you were thirty minutes late. After Professor Sprout dismissed the class, you darted toward the boy.

"If you had Herbology too, would it really have been that difficult to just walk me here?"

"But where's the fun in that?" he chuckled.

"What's your problem?" you grumbled.

"Look, I know you're new, so I'll share a bit of wisdom. The name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Just stay out of my way, and we won't have any issues," he sneered.

"Lovely," you muttered, walking away in annoyance.