Nyctophilia ➳ Draco x Reader

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THE WHITE-BLONDE SLYTHERIN BOY gathered his things after a tedious potions lesson with one of Hogwarts' least favorite teachers, Professor Severus Snape. Although the greasy haired instructor favored the house of Slytherin, that did not change the fact that his lessons were rather boring and uneventful. It was mostly writing and reading, and only was it once in a while that the students would make a potion or two. Not only was the lesson boring, the pureblood had to share it with his house rivals: the Gryffindors, and among them was none other than Harry Potter himself. He absolutely despised the raven haired boy.

"Hurry up, Malfoy!" One of his friends, Gregory Goyle, called. Draco gave an angry sigh, before putting the last roll of parchment inside his bag and leaving the table, without pushing the chair in, of course. He rushed out of the messy classroom, and faced his group of so-called friends, Vincent Crabbe and Goyle, with an angry glare.

"What did I tell you about rushing me? Idiots... What's the rush anyways?" Draco inquired. The three Slytherins walked along the hall, heading towards the lake. Draco was in no mood of being hurried, like always. The Malfoy especially did not like being ordered around. Although, he decided to let it pass as these two poor souls had been around him since first year. If it were anyone else, like a muggle-born or a Hufflepuff, his father would've definitely heard about it before you could say 'Pureblood'.

"We aren't in a rush for anything, you just seem a little upset lately, you know? We want to help... Maybe find you a decent date to the Yule Ball?" Crabbe said in a tone of sympathy.

"Yeah, it would be a good distraction from Potter..." Goyle continued.

"Help? What would I need help with? You two baboons always misinterpret everything I do. What does a date have to do with anything?" Draco spat. Another thing he loathed, being pitied or thought of as weaker than he actually is.

"Well ever since Professor Moody turned you into-" Goyle started, but never finished.

"Don't mention that to me! I told you to not speak of that, do you two ever listen?" Draco was now mad. He was utterly humiliated and laughed at in his moment of being a ferret. Ever since, his fellow Slytherins thought it was be funny to continue on teasing him about it. With this going on, a lot of girls were surely not wanting to go with him to the Yule Ball either. The blonde boy didn't really care, but also didn't want to relive that moment by the mere mention of it.

"Should we be afraid that your father will hear about it if we continue?" Blaise Zabini interrupted humorously, and started walking beside the trio. Zabini had always been more clever than the other two 'baboons' and saw past the Malfoy's empty threats. He never believed the act Malfoy put on, but still hung around him regardless, hoping Draco was actually joking whenever he made those threats. Of course, he never was.

Draco rolled his eyes in response to the dark-skinned boy's apparent joke. "Is that all we're going to talk about? The whole ridiculous Moody thing?" Draco huffed, while leading the group to their spot near the Black Lake.

"With everything going on Malfoy, you do seem troubled about things. But we have a potential solution to your date problem!" Crabbe said eagerly.

"Yeah, and what would that be?" Malfoy asked, looking at the three boys curiously.

"We heard a group of Slytherin girls talking-" Zabini began.

"-and you might have a chance of getting a date, after all!" Goyle announced, as if he had fulfilled a great achievement.