DracoXReader One-Shots

Quidditch Practice

You glanced up from the novel you were reading as you heard the sound of a whistle shriek from the Quidditch pitch. Watching as the brooms began to land, you placed the book back in your bag, throwing the strap over your shoulder and starting down the stairs. You were sitting in the stands, watching your boyfriend and his team practice for the upcoming Quidditch match.

You rested your arms on the railing, quietly slipping your wand out of a pocket you had sewn on the inside of your sleeve.

"Langlock."

The spell rocketed from your wand, jetting towards the unsuspecting victim of it.

"Malfoy!"

Draco turned around just in time to be hit in the face by the spell. When he tried to protest, he found himself somewhat... tongue-tied.

"(F/N)! (muffled)"

You giggled, quickly releasing Draco from the spell. You only did it because Flint looked ready to murder you, though.

"(L/N)! We are in the middle of practice! The ONLY reason I let you come here to watch is because Draco insisted! You wouldn't even be here if your stupid boyfriend hadn't threatened to leave the team if you couldn't come! SO STOP BEING SUCH A BLOODY NUISANCE, YOU FRICKIN' IDIOT!!"

You flinched, casting your gaze down as you nodded, then sunk to the floor. For a Slytherin, or for anyone, for that matter, you were terribly over-emotional. Actually, you were unlike the traditional Slytherin in many ways. You only believed in playing tricks on the people in your house, you were best friends with two Gryffindor girls, and you were eternally optimistic. The only reason you ever could've been put in this house is because the rest of your family was in Slytherin.

"...Flint..."

Even from the stands, you could hear Draco's warning tone as he addressed the team Captain, who just scoffed at him.

"Don't take that tone with me, Malfoy. I'm the captain, not the other way around. And just for that little stunt, the entire team is doing partner push-ups. One on the ground, one above."

"There's only seven of us, Flint!"

You shrinked backwards slightly as Flint eyed you. You didn't like his expression...

"(L/N)! You're with Malfoy. Try not to botch this, too."

Despite Flint's obviously cruel words, you simply dropped all of your belongings at the entrance to the pitch, then walked over to Draco.

"Down!"

The four on the ground, including you, lied down, with the other four hovering above them in a push-up position.

"Start!"

Suddenly, as your head was turned, watching your belongings, you felt someone kiss your cheek. You whipped your head around to face Draco, who had a smirk plastered across his face.

"Draco!"

You didn't hesitate to cover your embarrassment by seething at Draco. He simply dropped down again to kiss your temple, then pushed himself back up.

"Stop."

"Eh... Nope."

This time, when Draco went down, he placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Don't you even think about it. No."

"Too late."

And... He actually kissed you this time, sacrificing the five seconds he had to stay down in order to do so, then going back up.

"...Draco Lucius Malfoy, stop it. Right now."

"Oh, come on, (F/N). You know Malfoy's always get what we want."

He kissed you again, except this time you were interrupted.

"MALFOY!"

Draco went back up, turning his head in Flint's direction and looking at him innocently.

"What? Whatever did I do?"

Within a second, his innocent expression was replaced with a devilish smirk as he kept eye contact with Flint out of the corner of his eye while he went down to give you another kiss.

"THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T WANT YOUR GIRLFRIEND ALLOWED AT PRACTICE!"

"...You're just jealous you're still single, Flint."

This time, when Draco gave you another long kiss, all you did was giggle when he went back up. Both of you completely ignored Flint's ranting and raving, caught up in your own world.

AN: Eh.... Slightly longer. Maybe. I'm not really sure. XD Not really much to say about this one, so... Sayonara! <3