My Book of One Shots

1. (Draco x Reader) Eye of the Snake

I do not own any of the original stories nor the pictures/videos used, all credit goes to original owners.

This is a Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader fanfic, requested by PTVisMySaviour

Hope you enjoy

~ Alexis ~

Readers P.O.V

I sigh as I slip on my black hoodie, standing from my green bedspread in the deserted dorms. All the other seventh year Slytherin girls have went home for the Christmas holidays, but I couldn't bring myself to, even if it meant being alone for two or so weeks. Yeah, things at home... Aren't too good. To be perfectly honest I don't really like the girls in my year very much. Suppose I better go for breakfast then. I think, slipping on my Vans and pulling out a really long string from my black ripped jeans.

I head down the spiral staircase towards the Common Room as a slight shiver goes up my spine. Damn it, why do the Slytherin dorms have to be in the f*cking dungeons? I think irritably as I near the bottom. Coming close to the end I look up and out over the large room, seeing the fire blazing and no one there, just the way I like it. Oh, wait... There's someone on one of the dark green leather high wing backed chairs.

Only a dozen stairs from the bottom I watch as more of them comes into view, the fire illuminating light blond hair and a pale hand turning the page in the book they're holding. Oh god no. Five stairs to go and I freeze. It's definitely him. Draco Malfoy sits in the very chair, reading, the fires light catching in his grey eyes as they scan over the words on the page. Both elbows on the armrests, one holds the open book while the other supports his head on a knuckle.

I gulp as I take in his features, his expression blank but almost relaxed, one long leg crossed over the other, he wears black drainpipe trousers with shinning black shoes, a black pollo neck shirt and a black blazer jacket over the top, all staying close to his seemingly toned form. I don't know what it is about him, but there's something about this man that I find utterly intoxicating. He's in my year, and in my Potions, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts, ironically. It's actually quite hard to concentrate when I'm in a bad mood, as my eyes keep drifting towards him and I just end up staring. It's... Kind of relaxing, watching his quill fluently move over his parchment as he writes.

We'd came back for our last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after the War, and most find it a miracle that Professor McGonagall let him back in, because of his father and all. Just then, he scratches his forearm... Right where the Dark Mark is supposed to be... It must be hard, having something that constantly reminds you of a time in your life you really want to forget. With a gulp, I continue in my decent of the stairs, still watching the blond male.

But me, being me, can I make it out of the Common Room silently without being noticed? No, I need to go and bloody fall down the flipping stairs! I went over on my right angle, and with a yelp like call I fall down the rest of the few stairs that are left, ending up sprawled over the solid stone floor. Bugger, that hurts. I think, propping myself up on my forearms, then peeking through my long black fringe to see if Malfoy noticed me. Damn it, he's looked over. I think with a grumble of how stupid I am under my breath.

Draco's P.O.V

I look up at a cry from the other side of the Common Room. I thought I was the only one left in here, not many Slytherin's stay for the holidays, and I believed they were already up at the Great Hall. But I was wrong, I realise that as my eyes fall upon a girl laying on the floor in front of the girls dorms stairs. She climbs back up to her feet, but then hobbles a bit, and with a stumble she's collapsed against the wall next to her, mumbling a small "f*ck".