Metamorphmagus (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

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Later on Dad leads us all into the stadium with the Weasley family bunch.

"Blimey! How high up are we?" One of the Weasley boys ask, they all sound the same to me.

"Let's put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know." The voice of Lucius Malfoy says from below.

We all look down and I zone out. Draco has gotten better looking over summer. Puberty did him justice.

His lean body only looks better and his eyes full of pride as always.

He says something about being invited to the Minister's box, but all I can think of is how smooth his voice has gotten. He has matured.

As Draco's father lectures him for bragging, I slip away from my friends and family. They are too distracted by the Malfoy's interruption of their time to notice my falling behind.

I read about this spot hidden away that has the best view of the arena on the Middle floor, I want to find it myself.

Finding the vacant alcove that overlooks the stadium, I look out in awe. It truly is as perfect as the article read.

"Something catch your eye?" A coy voice sings out behind me.

I jump to face Draco with a soft squeal leaving my lips and hair going white.

"You really are too easy to frighten." Draco adds.

"You're going to give me a heart attack. Must you always sneak up?" I raise my eye at him.

"Yes. But I must ask. Why are you here? Secluded and alone?" He questions with his signature smirk.

"Because the view. Everyone is so excited. And the angle has the best view of the stadium." I explains and turn back to the stadium.

Draco presses against me, looking over my shoulder.

"It is quite the view. Too bad we both have somewhere to be." He says, sounding genuinely.

"I... uh... yea..." I blush bright, and focuse on making my hair yellow.

Just let the hair stay yellow.

"You're still not very good at controlling your metamorphmagus. You have pink tips right now..." He comments.

"I... it's difficult! And you never make easy." I snap looking down.

"You still haven't told me what the pink means." Draco whispers into my ear, his tone says he already knows.

"Nor will I." I shyly respond.

"You say that every time. And every time your hair gets pink you blush." He adds on, his hands sliding onto my waist.

"I.. yes.. well.. what do you..." I start to say but the Irish come rushing in with fireworks, ending the talk all together.

We both look up at the sky and smile brightly. His hold on my waist never loosens.

"Ah, finally. I thought it would never begin. Perhaps I'll see you after the game." Draco says and pulls away.

I watch him leave, my heart fluttering, and think back to the first time he saw my hair change.

"Diggory! Come now." Draco yells. Two months into the second year and he still calls me that.

"Not now please Draco, I have a class to get to." I respond and continue walking away. Why Professor Snape paired me with him, I'll never know.

Why they decided to put me in classes with Slytherin I will also never understand. Maybe a request?

Suddenly my hand is grabbed, forcing me to turn to around. I am face to face with Draco Malfoy, stumbling from the unexpected pull.

Draco catches me with ease, causing me to blush.

Looking up at his wide eyed amazement causes me to look at my hair.

A vibrant pink.

A new color to me.

"You're hair changed? How?" Draco asks.

"I... it's metamorphmagus... I can't control it too well..." I whisper.

"That's amazing. Never thought you would be this interesting." He exclaims as he let's me go to stand up alone. He then quickly adds, "That came out wrong. I was going to ask if you would like to work on that project at the library after dinner? Perhaps we could look up your gift as well. Start learning more about it?"

"Yea... thanks..." I respond and look down. "I should get to class..."