Would that let me love you? [Ron Weasley x Reader x Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter]

"I'm not Potter, not the mudblood or weasel either."

I nervously stared into our dormitory's mirror. I had to be at breakfast in ten minutes and since I was a heavy sleeper, I was the last of the girls to get ready. I padded out my pleated skirt and began to play with the small button which held my robes across my chest. After taking a deep breath, I finally grabbed my bag which was stuffed with my books and my wand.

When I reached the Great Hall, Hermione stood up to grab my attention and quickly beckoned me to sit with her, Harry, and Ron. I smiled and nodded, gallivanting over in a slight skip to the long table which Gryffindors usually ate their meals at.  I took a seat next to Harry, in the same arrangement we had sat in on the previous day.

Hermione opened her mouth to greet me though Harry cut her off.

"Where's your food?" He gestured to small area of space which usually a plate with breakfast would sit.

My cheeks dusted a light pink, my freckles standing out slightly more. "I'm just not a fan of breakfast foods..." I replied softly.

Hermione picked her greeting back up, or what I expected to be a greeting, slightly offended Harry cut her off.

"Y/N, why are you late? You could've been late to class!"

I licked my lips with my tongue, my mouth teasing a laugh. 

"I know, don't become my mom." My voice almost sang the sentence.

Ron chuckled, "She ought to be all of our bloody mothers!" All of us joined him in laughter.

We started chattering about meaningless topics: how Britain was loosing the international Quidditch World Cup, favorite foods, the kids in other houses, what the houses may actually mean...

Before we knew it, our conversation that seemed almost endless was interrupted by the bell signalling us to head to our classes.

During the first few periods, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Most teachers seemed welcoming with their own tolerances, patiences, and rules. I sat usually with Ron, Hermione, or even Harry during class.

"Now..." began Madam Hooch after explaining several important rules, "Say 'Up' to get your broom."

I stared down at mine and gentled muttered, "Up." My broom flew to my hand as I smiled proudly, I was the first to do it. Next was Harry, who stood to my left. Malfoy followed quickly after.

I had previous experience with flying, me and my cousins would always play quidditch together during the summer when no one was at Hogwarts. Almost everyday, we'd play each other, I got quickly good at the sport and flying in general. My cousin once told me when I was around seven that, "You're better than the Slytherin Seeker!" I hope the tradition will continue this year, they  

Me and Harry exchanged friendly glances, smiling brightly at one another. 

Malfoy, on the other hand, expressed a simple smug smile as he glanced around. It seemed like he may have wanted my attention but I was too busy staring into Harry's adorable green eyes...

I suddenly was brought back to reality when I heard the sound of a swoosh and then a scream. I looked up to see Nevile riding through the sky, or rather the broom carrying Longbottom.

"Never seen a broom have a mind of it's own like that!" I poked my head out slightly, as I held my broom firmly with my left hand. 

Nevile finally hit the ground, his wrist was held close to his chest as we all rushed to where he was laying. We formed a tiny circle around Nevile. 

Madam Hooch bent down and felt his wrist, "It's a broken wrist.." She helped Nevile up and began to walk him to the Hospital Wing. Not before turning to us and strictly instructing us to not fly at all.

I spotted Nevile's shiny remembrall on the ground, he had gotten it from his Grandmother as a gift during Lunch. I quickly reached down to grab it, though Draco placed his hand on top of mine at the exact same time. 

"Give it." I firmly tugged the remembrall in my direction.

His face was paler than usual, almost sweating. 

"N-No.." grumbled Malfoy, pulling the round sphere closer to his torso.

Ron stifled a laugh, Malfoy's face looked like it was going from unusually pale to abnormally pink. He stirred his head to look at me, which caused him to loosen his grasp. I tugged the remembrall one last time and it was finally in my hands. I smiled and went to put in my pocket when Malfoy quickly weaseled it back.  

"Maybe," started Malfoy, the color regaining in his face, "If he had this he would have remembered to fall on his fat ass!"

The Slytherins cackled. I was going to say something when Harry stepped in.

"Give it back, Malfoy."

Malfoy seemed shocked someone had stood up to him, he laughed at Harry though. 

"Well.." Malfoy mounted his broom, "You'll have to catch me first." He flew into the air.

I looked at Harry and we both nodded, mounting our brooms and chasing after Malfoy. I went one direction and he went the other direction. Harry was really good for a beginner, I heard his father was a seeker... 

I focused on Malfoy and gestured we both go on either side of him.

His grin increased when he saw the two of us. "Catch it, Y/N!" teased Malfoy smugly, as he threw it towards me. I dove downwards as Malfoy headed for the ground. I caught the remembrall as me and Harry both landed on the ground.

The boys and girls in Gryffindor cheered for us as we both held it upwards, our hands embracing the remembrall. Malfoy and his goons stood behind the small crowd, all I could really think about is Harry's in mine.

"Y/N Dumbledore! Y/N Dumbledore!"

My eyes widened when I heard the feminine voice, I turned my head to see Madam McGongall, she grabbed my arm and pulled me away. Students gave me sympathetic glances as I was pulled into the main structure. I could practically feel Malfoy's eyes on me.

My beginner's broom remained locked in my other hand as she brought me to a classroom. My thin arm ached, despite her grip not being that hard.

"Could I get Wood?" 

A taller boy, presumably 'Wood', exited the classroom, he must have been a few years older than me. Maybe a year four or five.

"I've found you a new seeker!" said Madam McGonagall.

I beamed during Dinner. I was excited to tell Hermione, Ron, and Harry what happened. I raced through the halls when suddenly, a cold hand grabbed mine.

"Harry?" I spun around only to be greeted with those sapphire blue eyes yet I knew they could never shine like Harry's does or the way Ron's eyes had their hazel glow.

Malfoy looked at me ambiguously for a second then shook his head.

 "I'm not Potter." He firmly asserted, continuing to the hold my hand, "Not the mudblood or the weasel either." 

 I pulled my hand from his as I tilted my head to look at him. "What do you want, Malfoy?" I sounded more hostile than I intended but this kid was taking up my time more than I want him to.

"I want you to have dinner at the Slytherin table, I heard you made the Gryffindor quidditch team."

"No thanks, I think I'll manage."

I forced a small smile and continued my journey to the Great Hall, excited to tell my friends the news of my new place.

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