blurred lines [draco x reader]

20 ౨ৎ | broomsticks & breakups

(IM SORRY!! i've been so busy with classes but i hope you enjoy :D!! will finish this before the new year!) 

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Although the exact nature of your relationship with Malfoy remained undefined, you couldn't deny how enjoyable the next few weeks were. Neither of you acknowledged the near-daily hookups that unfolded after school, as if putting them into words might shatter the illusion. Hermione eventually banned Draco from your dorm, so the two of you resorted to finding alternatives. Sometimes it was his dorm, where he would exile Blaise to the common room, or an empty classroom late at night, where you would hold your breath and pray Filch wasn't prowling the corridors.

Alongside these secret nights also came a steady stream of gifts. By Wednesday, a new bag for your books appeared on your bed, and by Friday, a delicate silver locket was tucked beneath your pillow. Draco didn't need to say much; the gifts spoke volumes as he continued to indulge you at every opportunity.

***

This Friday was Christmas Day, but more significantly, it marked the Yule Ball. In Transfiguration, McGonagall's efforts to teach were drowned out by the chaos of students scrambling to secure dates. Despite her repeated attempts to restore order, she eventually resigned herself to the frenzy.

Hermione leaned over and whispered, "We can get ready together and meet the boys at the ball." You nodded, already knowing who your date would be, even if he hadn't officially asked yet. With the three months nearing their end, it didn't feel like either of you had plans to walk away anytime soon.

From across the room, Harry looked visibly flustered while Ron gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Don't stress, mate," Ron said with a grin. "You can just come with me and Hermione!"

Harry muttered with a faint sigh, "Thanks, Ron, but I'd rather not be a third wheel."

***

After Transfiguration, Harry begged you, Hermione, and Ron to come with him to the Quidditch pitch.

"I really don't have time for this!" Hermione protested as the four of you made your way through the corridor. "I have a Potions exam on Tuesday, a Charms report due next week, and—"

"It'll only take a minute, I swear," Harry cut in, glancing over his shoulder.

Through her groans, you all finally reached the field. Harry darted toward the locker room and returned moments later, grinning with his broom in hand. Seeing the disapproving looks on all three of your faces, he rummaged through his bag and triumphantly pulled out a sleek metal contraption.

"It's a booster charm mod," he explained, holding up the device. "Hagrid made it for me to test out—supposed to make the broom faster. Thought I'd give it a try."

"Wicked!" Ron exclaimed, his face lighting up.

"You can't be serious. That thing is dangerous, Harry!" Hermione scolded, crossing her arms tightly. "This is such a waste of time—I could be studying right now instead of watching you fly headfirst into a tree!"

The contraption piqued your curiosity, though, and you gave Harry a subtle nod of encouragement. You figured it wouldn't hurt to see a little entertainment—especially if things went south.

Harry attached the mod securely to the back of his broom. As soon as he mounted it, he shot into the sky, a powerful gust of wind rushing past the three of you. You watched in awe as he zipped across the pitch, moving faster than even a Nimbus 2001. After a few loops through the air, he descended smoothly, landing with an exhilarated grin.