Vulnerable Hearts ~Draco Malfoy X Reader~

The Philosophers Stone

Since your finales were coming up you decided to try and stay out of trouble, you studied with Jasmine and one of the Gryffindor students who she was friends with. Jasmine introduced her as Harley Z Granger, a cousin of Hermione. Harley had long brown hair which had perfect waves flowing down to her hips, captivating blue eyes and light skin which seemed to be radiate with happiness.

After spending time with Harley you found out that she generally hates being in Gryffindor, Harley as you could tell, wanted to be a Slytherin. Since Draco seemed fine with Harley that allowed you to be more friendly towards the girl becoming quick friends with her. Of course this almost meant less time studying but when it came to the finales you found it quiet easy.

"I actually found the finales easy!" Jasmine cheered as she, Harley and you were walking. "I thought that I would be so confused but it was actually pretty easy." Harley and you exchanged a small laugh at Jasmine's excitement. Harley rolled her eyes as Harry, Hermione and Ron came running from Hagrid's hut. "God, they are always doing something weird." You watched the trio walk out of Professor McGonagall office, you could tell Jasmine's interest was peaking, she clearly wanted to know what they were up to while Harley wanted to leave. Complete opposites. You mused while trying to listen into the conversation.

"That was no stranger Hagrid met. It was Snape. Which means he knows how to get past Fluffy." You shushed your two friends who were currently arguing about following Harry and his friends or not. "And with Dumbledore gone-." You quickly acted like you were talking to both Harley and Jasmine as Professor Snape walked over to the Gryffindor students.

"Good afternoon." You grinned a little as they looked surprised and worried. I wish they would stop blaming Professor Snape. "Now what would three young Gryffindors, such as yourselves, be doing inside on a day like this?" You listened to Hermione trying to come up with an excuse, this caused Harley great enjoyment. "You ought to be careful. People will think you're... Up to something." Jasmine, Harley and you looked at each other as you all noticed how intensely Harry was staring at Snape.

"Now what do we do?" A whisper that you recognised as Hermione's voice was heard the minute Professor Snape was out of hearing range. "We go down the trap door. Tonight." Quickly you grabbed Jasmine's hand and ran down the hall with her Harley hurrying behind. "Jasmine, I think if they go down that trap door, Quirrell will be there." Your friend shrugged not knowing if he would be. Harley was standing next to Jasmine confused about your conversation, sighing you looked at Jasmine allowing her to tell the story. "Okay, Harley, {Y/N} here is the daughter of Voldemort. Um one day Professor Quirrell asked to speak to {Y/N} and on the back of Quirrell's head was Voldemort's face. Like it was literally Voldemort." You looked at your red haired best friend trying to not laugh about who openly she said Voldemort now.

"Wait, so you're telling me that the rumors about {Y/N} aren't actually rumors?" You gave a small shrug before smiling as Harley got over her shock pretty quickly. "That is cool, {Y/N}. So are we going to follow those three later?" You looked at Jasmine. I don't want my friends involved with Voldemort yet. I'll go by myself. Taking a small breath you smiled before rolling your eyes. "I think we shouldn't, not worth it." Jasmine's eyes narrowed a little, she staring at you for a little while before sighing. "Yeah, I think that is best." She shot you another glance clearly suspicious.

After parting ways with Harley, you lied to Jasmine, you told her you just remembered you had another detention to go, she laughed at you before telling you to leave. And now you were watching Professor Quirrell enchant a harp. "What exactly are you after, Professor?" You crossed your arms staring down the man. "{Y/N}." Your eyes narrowed as everything went silent. "You can come with us." You watched him enter a trapdoor next to a three headed dog. You rubbed your eyes not believing what was in front of you, seeing one of the heads move a little you followed the professor closing the trapdoor behind you.