Top of Our Class (Malfoy x Reader)

Third Year

A/N:

Quick Q&A: What's type of wand do you have? (If you don't know, there are many wand type quizzes out there, though I would suggest Pottermore.)

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You were sitting on the train with Draco; everyone else seemed to have disappeared into a different compartment. You wondered why none of them ever seemed to follow him here on the way to school. Maybe they lost him in the crowd and didn't bother searching for him; maybe he told them to leave him alone. Maybe they thought that he didn't travel on the train. He had pretty much stayed silent for the whole ride, while you drew a picture of the scenery outside, both of you tired. Tundra was curled up in Draco's arms asleep, and he was stroking his soft fur absentmindedly. Then everything went cold and dark, and you started to shiver and feel sad, remembering how you felt when you had to move away from Mirkwood. You let out a little shriek when you saw strange creatures outside the compartment. Dementors. Those things scared the life out of you. You felt someone move beside you and grab your hand, and you froze in shock, until a familiar fluffy bundle leaped onto your lap and you realized that Draco had sat down by you and slipped his hand into yours. When the lights turned back on, he moved back to his seat, leaving Tundra on your lap.

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When you were in Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class, you knew that something bad was just waiting to happen when Draco started acting his usual, unlikable self in class. You were not surprised, or sympathetic in the least, when he got attacked by Buckbeak. You didn't visit him in the hospital wing, since you knew he was up to his usual dramatics, and you refused to speak with him until it all died down. Just as he refused to listen to you telling him that he should forget his complaint with Buckbeak. It was a minor disagreement that you two had, and it was definitely blown out of proportion.

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When it came to your Boggart in Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you weren't very excited about it to say the least. You didn't know what it would come out as, and that was what you were scared off. When it did come out, it was the image of a Dementor, and you felt your face drain of color. You shouted the spell, and the Dementor supposedly turned into something ridiculous, but you weren't there to see it. You had walked out of the class.

Afterwards, you were found by Professor Lupin, who had somehow known that you would be at the Lake. He sat down beside you and gave you a friendly smile.

"You like it here?" He asked, and you nodded. "I used to come here all the time when I was in Hogwarts."

"What house were you in?" You asked curiously.

"Gryffindor," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Oh," you say. "That makes sense."

"Anyway," he continued, changing the subject, probably realized that it wasn't that intelligent of him to tell a Slytherin student that he was a very proud Gryffindor student... "I came to talk to you. One of the other students told me where I might find you."

"Draco." You confirmed.

"Yes," he answered. "Funny thing that boy, so much like his father, but so different too. Anyway, I would like to talk to you about why you walked out of my class."

"Go ahead," you sigh. "Take as many points as you can off Slytherin. It's only natural for you to want to, being a Gryffindor and all."

"I'm actually not going to take any points off you. I was expecting at least one student to walk out of the class." You sighed. "Why did you walk out? Honestly."