Harry Potter Characters Oneshots

Draco × Reader

You knew, even before leaving for Hogwarts, you'd be given a hard time for being Muggle-born. You don't mind quite much - as you love your Muggle family, and sometimes you love the Muggle world. Except the Gonverment, who can get kicked in the sensitive spot for all you care.

Beside the fact of the ruined Gonverment, you do care about the Muggle world - and your sure the full-bloods would too if they knew more about it.

The Hogwarts train whistled, and you looked back at (guardian[s]). They kissed your head, telling you to be good. You got onto the train, and waved at them as it slowly moved away.

You find a empty compartment, and push your things above your head. When you're finally done, you sit back and look out the window. This is just the beginning.

The door slides open, and a very fair-haired boy steps in. He looks a few years older than you - so you two must be in different years.

He didn't seem to notice you till he sits right beside you. "Oh, hello," he greets, waving his head. "I'm Draco."

You smile - not sure if shaking hands is a normal greeting to wizards. So you don't stick your hand out. "I'm (F/N)."

"Is this your first year here?" He asks.

You nod - looking out the window. You aren't the most social person, especially when talking to handsome boys. Okay, you can talk to handsome boys. But for some reason - not this handsome boy.

He sighs. He left his Slytherin "friends" to meet someone knew, but you seemed totally uncomfortable. He'd leave, but he also wants to stay. You were... comforting him though you're uncomfortable.

He decides to try again. "What house do you think you'll be in?"

"House?" You ask, looking back at him.

He gave a confused look. You don't know the Houses? "The Sorting. Your be in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin..."

He sprung off, explaining everything about Hogwarts he's learned in the past three years. You take in everything he says, knowing you'll need the information.

Once he finishes, you smile. He has a slight blush on his face when you do, and blushes a little more. Looking at the compartment door, he clears his throat. "So which House do you think you'll be in?" He says - hoping so much that you'll say Slytherin.

You could tell by his robes he's a Slytherin. You aren't sure what house you'll be in - so you went ahead and say - "Slytherin."

He beems, eyes shining. He bites his lip, imagining staying up late by the fire, studying. Sitting next to each other on the Dining table. You sneeking into his dorm to... hang out.

He smiles, and looks you straight in the eye. "I think we'll be good friends."

You think it over. He was surely a few years older than you. You'd have different classes and friend groups. He'd leave Hogwarts before you. He'd always be one step ahead of you.

He saw the uncertainty in your eyes, and a pain hits him hard in the chest. You surely want to be friends with him... right?

It seemed not, and his heart drooped. Trying his best not to show his hurt feelings, he giggles slightly. Like a dang little girl. Everything he thinks about doing always seems better in his head.

You laugh a little bit at his giggle. It really cleared the sensitive air. You nod to him. "Yeah, I think we'll be the best of friends."

You turn your hole body toward him, pulling your feet on the seat. You watch him as he pulls out his wand - doing amazing tricks.

"You'll learn them. I'll help you." He say, letting to try casting a spell on his shoe. You spend the rest of the train ride doing that. Just learning.

A/N. Uggggh this was horrible. I'm so Writers-Blocked it's sad. Anyways, I'm thinking of writing a part2 just like I am with Tom.