Draco Malfoy x Reader One-Shots

year 5 | potion project

"Potter, Parkinson."

"Weasley, Crabbe."

"(Y/L/N), Malfoy."

"What?" I can't believe what I have just heard.

"Professor, you can't -" the boy argues.

"Don't tell me what I can't do, Mr. Malfoy." Snape says coldly and slowly as usual. "I want you and Miss (Y/L/N) to do the project together,"

"Fine," the boy mumbles.

"Poor (Y/N)," other Gryffindors pat and back to reassure me.

So, Malfoy and I are going to do the project on Veritaserum. Actually, I'm not going to do with him, I'll do it myself and hand in my work, pretending it's our work. It's weird to say "our". I never want an "our" between me and Malfoy. He's nothing more than an arrogant school bully who picks on the first-years.

Searching for information of the truth serum in the library, I don't notice there's someone walking towards my table before he slams a pile of books in front of me.

"What the hell?" I leave my eyes from the book and nearly jump. I look up to see who the inconsiderate, rude is. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"We need to do the project together," he hisses, not looking at me. "Listen, I don't want to do this with you either, but we have to,"

"I can do all the work and pretend it's our work so we don't need to do it together," I say hastily.

"Do you think I would let a Muggle do all the work? Do you think I would let you ruin my marks? Do you think I would let that stupid Granger keep being the first in form?" he replies impatiently. "No, I wouldn't. I rather do the work with you."

"I'm not a Muggle, Malfoy," I glare at him and spit, losing my temper.

"Who cares?" he thumps into the chair across me and drawls.

I ignore him and look back at my book and begin to jot down some useful notes. When I'm scribbling on the parchment with a huge book standing between us, he takes it away and pulls away my quill.

"Hey, (Y/L/N), I think we should divide the work or we're going to waste our time," he stares at me seriously. "I'll do the nature and limitation of the potion."

"Okay." I say simply.

We work in silence and I glance at him when I'm writing. He's handsome actually. He looks really nice when he's not talking, bragging, teasing or insulting the others. I can't leave my eyes from him. He's somehow attractive.

"Well, can't leave your eyes from me?" he sneers. "I know I look handsome. It's not your fault,"

I look away immediately and surges of heat flow to my cheeks.

"Don't fall for me, Mudblood," he stops writing and leans his back against the chair while his hands are placed under the head.

"I think I'm going to vomit." I raise a brow and do my work.

We have spent our whole weekend together, doing our Potions project. We don't even leave our own chairs. I'm tired so finally I stand up and stretch my limbs.

"What's up? Can't even focus on your work?"

"We've already sat here for almost 6 hours. All the others have left. I think dinner is ready," I look down at my watch and say. "Seems that you don't need to have dinner, but I need,"

I pick up all the books except the one he's still using and stagger to the bookshelves to place them back. They're so heavy and I can't really afford them all but I don't want his help.

He picks up his book and strides past me to the Potions site, putting it back nicely on the shelf. I can't get a hand to put the books back as the books are too heavy which can't be only lifted by one hand.

Walking slowly to me with his hand in the pockets, he smirks at my state.

"Need any help? You only need to say "please","

"I don't want your help,"

"So, are you going to keep standing here with these books? You know Madam Pince has left to have dinner..."

I bite my lips and glare at him. I really want to punch him but I can do nothing to him right now. I'm helpless.

He steps forward to me and bents down, making our faces at the same level, smirking.

"It's good to see you in this state,"

"Piss off, Malfoy," I spit.

"But I don't want to. What can you do to me - shout at me or glare at me?" he teases, lifting my chin with a long finger.

I glare at him, losing temper. I really want to punch him in the stomach.

He then uses another hand to tuck the hair losing place behind my ear gently.

"I really love to see you being so impotent now. You look so adorable but threatening, not easy to get close with, you know... But now, you're nothing more than a helpless kitten."

He leans closer and closer but stops when his lips touch mine. Kissing me softly, he takes out his hands from the pocket and pushes all the books between us away. The books fly to the floor with couple bangs. He pulls me to him while placing his hands around my waist. He's a really good kisser. I kiss him back with passion and play with his soft white-blond hair, ignoring my rational-self. His hands are like on everywhere of my body and I know myself is turned on. We break the kiss when breathing matters to our dear lives.

We laugh together like old friends and pick up all the books and place them nicely together.

"Meet me here tomorrow at 12 and I've change my idea -fall for me, okay?" he says softly.

"Okay. So now, let's go to the Great Hall. Maybe we can still have desserts."