Malfoy trash

Leave Her Alone

H/H: Hogwarts house

L/N: Last Name

You were a shy but smart H/H. You kept to yourself, and only spoke when spoken to, but only by a professor or someone close to you. People liked to tease you, sure. But it lessened when a certain Slytherin named Draco Malfoy stepped in.

Whenever someone stopped you in a corridor, knocked over the stack of books you were holding, or shouted at you intentionally, Draco seemed to always be there. He would yell at them, and if they said anything back he would whip out his wand and point it at their throats. Once they left, he would pick up your books for you and ask you if you were alright.

You would quickly nod and then continue walking, head down. You didn't know why Draco was so nice to you, but he had saved you from embarrassment multiple times. Each day you told yourself you were going to thank him, but at the end of each day you said to yourself: Tomorrow.

One day as you were walking outside to the Quidditch Pitch to attend a Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff game, you were stopped by a girl in your house who had a reputation of being a jerk to other girls who weren't at her so-called "standard."

"L/N!" she called, two of her friends walking up behind her. You looked up hesitantly. "What's going on between you and that Malfoy boy? It's obvious you've taken a liking to him. You know, the way you blush the color of a tomato when he's around. Well, I've got news for you. He doesn't love you. Never has, never wi–"

"What's going on here, ladies?" a voice said from behind you. You turned around, and there was Draco. He walked up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Oh–uh–we were just telling Y/N here how lovely her outfit is," the girl replied, fear evident in her voice. She faked a smile.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because I heard you telling Y/N that I don't love her."

The girl's eyes widened, and her friends took a few steps back. "Well, I, uh–you see–"

"I've heard enough. Now be on your way. And if I ever see you speaking like that to Y/N again there will be consequences."

All three girls nodded scaredly and rushed away.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked.

You nodded. Draco was used to this being your only response, and he began to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist. "Why are you so nice to me?" you asked.

He looked at you a bit surprised. "Nobody deserves to be treated that way. I've been there, and it doesn't feel good. Plus, I like you. You're different. A good different."

You blushed. "Th-thanks... for everything you've ever helped me with."

He smiled. "Anytime."

"Well–uh–I suppose I should get to the game now...," you said quietly.

Draco held out a hand to you. "How would you like to be my date?"

You smiled and blushed even more. "I'd love to."

At the Quidditch game, Draco had you by his side the entire time, and even gave you his scarf to wear because you forgot yours. It was January after all, so everyone was bundled up in warm coats and scarves, and the couples were snuggled close. You talked to Draco more than anyone you'd ever had at Hogwarts. You enjoyed each other's company, and once the game was over, he invited you to go to Hogsmeade with him over the weekend. You gladly accepted, and went back to your dorm room happy as ever.