The Good Life Draco Malfoy x Reader

Chapter 2

Your POV
I woke to the warmth of the sunlight brushing against my eyelids. My eyes fluttered open and gazed at the velvet green bed clothes that warmed me. I don't wanna get up!

I forced myself to throw off the covers and stumble out of bed. I dressed into my dress shirt, tie, and some skinny jeans. I ain't wearing no bloody skirt. I threw my green robes on over top, slung my bag over my shoulder, and walked to the common room.

Draco, Blaise, and Goyle sat comfortably on the common room couch in front of the fireplace.

I snuck up behind them as quietly as I could. "Top of the mornin!" I shouted. Blaise jumped and started laughing. Draco did something similar, but he was on the floor laughing. I dropped my bag.

"That wasn't funny!" Goyle laughed.

"Morning y/n!" They said once they calmed down.

"Hey, where's Crabbe?" I asked. Draco cocked an eyebrow.

"Why?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Well you three are here. Guess I thought he'd be here too." They shook their heads.

"Nah. He went to sit on his fat ass and stuff his face." Blaise laughed.

We laughed for a few seconds before Draco piped up. "Well, let's get breakfast!"

"You have no idea how happy I am that you said that!" I said, re-slinging my bag over my shoulder. I waltzed towards the door and walked out.

After a second, I stuck my head back in. "Are you coming?" I asked, cheekily.

"Well, of course! But we've yet to get our books and parchments!" Blaise commented. They walked back up to their dormitories, except Draco. I looked at him and noticed he had his bag.

"Merlin, they're stupid." He smirked. I giggled. Why am I giggling?! I never giggle!

He chuckled and looked at the ground. This is awkward. This is awkward. Holy shit this is awkward.

Blaise and Goyle walked down with their bags. Thank god! "What are you guys still doing here?" Goyle asked.

"Uh, waiting for you?" I asked more than stated.

"Oh. Weird." Blaise responded. We walked out the door.

"Wait, why is it weird?" I asked.

"Well, any American I've met is really rude. That's all." He replied, half smiling.

"Actually, I was born in London." I said. The three of them stopped.

"Really?" Draco asked. "Then why do you have an American accent?"

"I only lived there for three years before we moved to America." I adjusted my backpack.

"Well why'd you move to America?" Goyle asked.

"Uhm..." I cleared my throat. "Personal, reasons." Blaise and Goyle looked at each other confused while Draco looked between them.

"Er... hey Y/n! Have you ever tried pumpkin juice?"Draco changed the subject. I looked over at him, realizing he was shoulder to shoulder with me. I felt myself turn a light shade of pink.

"Uh, no. We don't have that in America. And if we do, it obviously isn't a very common drink now, is it?" He smiled.

"Then I guess we'll have to show you. This way." He turned as the staircase we were on moved to the right spot.

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Draco's POV
When we got to the Great Hall, I sat down next to Crabbe with Y/n, Blaise, and Goyle. Crabbe was stuffing his face with sweet rolls.