Animagus- Draco Malfoy x Reader

A Quick Guide To Dragons

Heads up! This is a longer chapter than usual! And I mean, like, Lucius's hair long.

You groggily pried your eyes open, and realized what day it was. With a gasp as the cold air hit your legs, you ran into the hall, searching for the Fat Lady portrait. Unfortunately, instead of her, you ran into Professor Snape, patrolling on Morning Duty as usual. Not thinking to hide, you stood completely still, hoping he would be like a Tyranosaurus in those American films you loved so much; "Their sight is based on movement. Don't move a muscle."

You clenched your eyes shut as he turned in your direction. He cleared his throat. Gulp. You opened one eye reluctantly, then, defeated, relaxed your muscles, put on a fake smile, and opened your other eye. "Miss Darkey, what are you doing out so early?" He demanded, sweeping over to you. Excuses rushed through your mind, until you settled on telling the truth, okay, some of the truth.

You began nervously, "Hagrid's going to take me on a hike with the Weasley boys." Snape eyed you suspiciously, as if trying to read your mind, "Alright," all the weight left your shoulders, "but if I find you out of your common room at this hour ever again, without being told about your plans in advance, you'll be costing Slytherin twenty points, and be in detention for a week."

You gave a quick nod, and jogged down the hallway, mocking him under your breath. As you turned the corner towards the Gryffindor common room,
you ran into someone familiar, who you soon recognized as Draco Malfoy. Two other boys behind him snickered as you realized that you were still wearing your dark (F/C) pajama pants and Slytherin sweater. (I'm gonna go ahead now and say sorry for those of you who aren't Slytherin)

After a split second of awkward eye contact, you asked, "How's your hand?" His goons were shocked at how friendly you were being. Draco held his previously impaled hand in the air for you to see. "Even with spells, everyone says I'll be stuck with a dent in my hand for the rest of my life." He sighed. You examined the dent in his hand for a few moments, "We're going on a hike, if you'd like to join us." He looked at you skeptically, "Who's this we?" He asked. You broke eye contact for a split second, "The Weasley Boys, Hermione, and Harry." You answered softly. He pondered this for a couple seconds, "I'll come just as long as Cicero doesn't pop up anywhere." He took a step towards you and his goons got the hint and walked away.

You gave him a quick once over and noticed a rolled piece of parchment in his hand, and an ink stain on his wrist as you walked. He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, "It's obvious that you were on your way to the Owlery." You paused, waiting for a response. None came. "And you're up early in hopes that no one will see you, correct?" He scoffed jokingly, hoping that you were just playing around.

You were always right about things like that, deductions. You could always tell when someone was nervous, lying, or just plain stupid. To you, every little movement of someone's body was a signal, and every detail about their clothes, the way they wrinkle, the little hairs on them, the smell, they all told a story. Their story.

You could tell he was going to the Owlery because the parchment was neatly rolled and tied, with a loop on the knot. The ink stain on his wrist was because of the way he sits while writing. He had something in his pocket, as well, but you couldn't tell what it was. Probably something to go with the letter.

You cleared your head and started back jogging towards the Gryffindor Tower, going over every detail about Malfoy to keep you occupied, forgetting that he was with you. Suddenly, you screeched to a halt. The way he was standing... There was something odd. He was nervous about something. About the letter! The present! It had to be for someone special. But who? If he fancies someone, he must have a very good way of hiding it. Maybe you were imagining things. Malfoy prodded you to keep moving just as you remembered he was there.

You ran through some ideas in your head as you picked up your pace. Subconsciously, you started humming the theme song to an Australian kids' show you watched when you were little.

Finally, you found the Fat Lady, and startled her awake by accident. "Sorry, miss." "Oh... Uh, yes, dear! It's quite alright. Password?" You smiled sweetly and spoke the password, "Rubius."

You remembered the feeling of Hagrid assigning you to that task, it was amazing to be picked. It was an honor.
You told Draco to wait on one of the couches while you got the others, before racing up the stairs.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! Harry James
Potter!" You barked, shaking them all by the shoulders and earning groans and a single dreamy voice calling you mum. Seamus woke up as well, but you threw Harry's pillow at him and told him to shut up and go back to sleep.

"How do you know my bloody middle name?" Ron mumbled, meeting his tired, broken gaze to yours and fixing his hair. "Yeah!" Neville chimed in. You hadn't noticed that he woke up, too, but didn't really care. Harry just smirked knowingly as he slipped his glasses on. You noticed him and tossed Neville's pillow at his butt. "Hey! That's my Gran's!" He scrambled out of bed and snatched up his grandmother's pillow.

"She-" Harry began as Ron and Neville struggled to find their trunks in the dim light. You added on, "reads the-" "school records." Harry concluded.

Ron looked shocked and confused, while Neville giggled at how you and Harry collaborated and finished eachother's sentence. You nudged Ron, telling him to cast a Lumos spell, then swept out down the hall to Fred and George's dorm. "Up and at em!" You bellowed while picking up Fred's blanket and shaking it wildly in his face. George laughed at his twins situation, but was repayed with a slap to the face with a pillow.

The two other boys in the room woke up, and were astonished to see you in their dorm, especially this early in the morning. They gawked at you for a few minutes while you rallied up the twins, and made them get dressed.

Fred and George made an arm throne (Both have an arm holding up at your arms, and one under your knees, making a throne) and carried you down the steps to the common room triumphantly. Hermione was trying to yank a knot out of her hair, while Ron was tying his shoes, and Harry was sitting contently on one of the couches, watching everyone struggle to get ready. They all had about the same things on, a heavy jacket, maybe a hat, cargo pants or jeans, and steel toe boots of various colors and styles. Draco sat quietly and enjoyed being ignored by the Golden Trio for once. You slapped a pile of hiking clothes into his face and told him to go change in the bathroom.

As soon as he returned, Ron hopped up off the floor and placed his hands on his hips proudly, "I feel like a mountain climber!" He beamed. Draco did the same, but after a few seconds of standing, he dropped his hands to his sides, looked at the floor, and pouted. "I feel like a fat lumberjack." He mumbled, laughing a bit. Hermione spoke up, "What are you supposed to be looking for, anyways?"

Your face lit up and you squirmed your way out of the arm throne. "Hagrid said that he saw a Dragon in the Forest, and he wants us, to try to find it!" Fred and George looked at you confusedly as everyone headed towards the painting hole, "A dragon?" You clambered out first and took off down the hall, making sure to go slow enough for everyone to catch up. Ron followed you, with a look of shock and horror spread across his face, "A dragon?! We're gonna die if we find a dragon! I don't want to die yet!"