Slytherin One-Shots

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Requested by: no one (I actually kinda wanted to do this prompt soooo)

House: Hufflepuff (idk I just think him with a Hufflepuff would be cute, plus it prolly would have been my house if I wasn't a Slytherin)

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Year: 5th

l/n = last name

y/n = your name

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"(L/N)!"

I roll my eyes as I hear the voice call out to me. I try to ignore it because I really don't want to deal with him right this second.

Or ever, but I don't even want to try to wish for that to happen.

I sigh as I hear footsteps approaching behind me. I turn around to meet the gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. At first glance, he's attractive as hell, but once you realize that he's nothing more than a spoiled rich boy, any and all attraction toward him dies.

At least, that's what I keep trying to tell myself.

"Malfoy," I mutter, turning away from him and resuming my walk. I'm late enough as it is, and unfortunately for me, Snape is my teacher right now. "Why the attitude? One would think you didn't want to speak with me," Malfoy sneers. I roll my eyes. "What gave it away?"

His eyes narrow. "Look, (l/n). You hate me, that much is obvious. And I hate you, but you can't keep being all pissy whenever I talk to you." I snarl at him. "I'm pissy when you talk to me? What about you mister 'I'm better than everybody else because I'm a pureblood asshole with a rich family and a daddy who buys me whatever I want'? Remember that assignment we had to work on in 3rd year? The one where you didn't speak to me at all, pretended I didn't exist, made me do the whole thing, and then threw a fit because you failed for not having done anything?"

Malfoy's eyes narrow dangerously. "You're playing a stupid game with me (l/n). Believe me. You don't want my father involved." I snort a humorless laugh. "Is that the best you got? 'don't bully me or I'll tell daddy!' Your pathetic threats don't scare me, Draco. And neither do you."

I turn on my heel and enter the classroom, fully preparing a speech about how sorry I am to be late for Snape.

"You're late, Miss (l/n)," Snape drawls. I huff. "Apologies sir. I-"

"She was with me, professor," Malfoy interrupts. Snape raises a brow. "And what were you two doing that was more important than my class, Mister Malfoy?" I don't think he actually cares, but Malfoy answers him anyway. I wasn't expecting what came out of his mouth. Or else I would've slapped him before he said it.

"We were snogging in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom," he states, smirking at me. I gasp, blushing furiously, and do something nobody thought I'd do. I slapped him.

Okay, everyone knew I was going to slap Malfoy. Everyone, that is, except Malfoy.

"Why you little-" he starts before Snape interrupts him. "Detention for the both of you and 20 points from Hufflepuff. You will report back here to my classroom after dinner."

I head to my seat and sit down, rolling my eyes. "Whoop-de-doo" I mutter sarcastically, slumping low in my seat.

~~~~~

l make my way to Snape's classroom, already cursing myself for being late. It's a weakness, it seems. I'm never on time for anything. By the time I get there, both Malfoy and Snape are having an intense conversation. When the door opens, they look up at me and glare in sync.

"You're late, Miss (l/n)," Snape mutters. I nod an apology. "You two will clean every inch of this classroom from top to bottom. If it is not done by the time I get back, you will have another detention tomorrow. And you will keep having detentions until it gets done. Am I understood?"

"Yes professor," we both say.

Snape nods, then turns and stalks out of the room. I sigh, making my way over to the broom closet across the room. Malfoy follows me.

We clean in silence for about half an hour before I feel something wet drip onto my head. I look up just in time for a bucket of water to completely soak my face. "Draco!" I yell. Malfoy collapses into laughter at the state of me. "Draco?" He asks after a while. "I didn't know we were on first-name terms, (y/n)?"

I glare at him, then grab my own bucket of soapy water. Before he can see what I'm doing, I throw it at him, then collapse into giggles. He glowers at me for a moment, then his anger cracks, and he starts laughing as well. We laugh together for a few minutes, and when our laughter finally dies down, he speaks.

"I apologize, (y/n)," he says. I look at him, puzzled. "For the water? You don't need to be sorry about that. I'm not mad about it and I got you back," I say. He shakes his head. "About third year."

I look at him, even more puzzled. "You mean... the project?" I ask. He nods. "It was wrong of me to do that, especially to you. You were trying to help me the whole time, and I just pushed you away. I'm truly sorry for that. I'm also sorry for all the hell I've put you through since if I'm being completely honest."

I'm silent, still processing the fact that Draco Malfoy apologized to me. "It's okay. I mean, I was a bitch to you for all these years as well, and to be honest, your behavior wasn't the only reason I was disappointed with how you acted during the project." Draco's eyes shoot up, and the words tumble out of me before I can stop myself.

"I've had a crush on you since second year, so when I was paired up with you in that project during third year, I was excited, thinking it would finally be my chance to get with you. Obviously, I was wrong."

I flush and avoid looking at him, instead focusing on scrubbing this ink off the desk, that just won't wash off when a shadow falls over me. I look up and am shocked when Draco places his lips on mine.

I melt into the kiss, savoring the feeling and warmth of something I've wanted forever to finally be happening. Our lips move in sync, and I let out an involuntary moan as he slips his tongue into my mouth. The two of us part after a couple of moments, breathless and panting.

Draco smirks at me. "Well if I'd known that was all it took to shut you up, I would have done it forever ago," he jokes. I roll my eyes and pull him back in for a kiss.

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Narrator: When Snape came back, the classroom was most definitely not clean. In fact, the poor man had realized that it was probably worse than when he had left. There were more papers strewn about the room, some broken glass bottles, and a few toppled over stools.

He studied the sheepish teenagers in front of him. Their appearances were slightly disheveled, shirts untucked, and hair messy, and realized that the young Malfoy was badly hiding a hickey. The professor rolled his eyes.

"Another detention. And next time, try to actually clean. And Mr. Malfoy, cover that hickey for Christ's sake."

The embarrassed teenagers rush out of the classroom, leaving Severus Snape alone. The man rolled his eyes.

Ugh. Teenagers.