Death Eaten: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Quidditch

You had awaken early the next morning before everyone else was awake. Your charms had worked. Nothing was wrong. You got up from your bed and changed into your robes. You grabbed Locket and put him in your pocket. You made sure the protection charms didn't wear off and went downstairs to the great Hall.

You waited for Hermione, Ron, and Harry who showed up a while later. "Hey, Y/N." they say in unison. "Hey guys." you say, trying hard not to sound as if something was wrong. "Big day, huh Harry?" you say. "Yeah." Harry grins. You started to eat some bacon and sausage. Hermione and Ron started eating too, but not Harry.
"Take a bit of toast, mate, go on." Ron said.
"Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today." Hermione agreed.
"I'm not hungry." Harry replies.
"Do you want to fall off your broom with low sugar? You better eat something because I honestly want to see Slytherin lose this game. And if you faint in the middle of the game, I'm gonna beat your arse." you say.
"Bloody, Y/N. What's got your want in a knot?" Ron asked.
"Sorry, mates. Just irritated, that's all..." you say.

You see your Uncle Snape appear behind Harry. "Good luck today, Potter." he says. "Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin." he looks to you, winks, then leaves, limping.
"That explains the blood." Harry muttered.
"Blood?" Hermione asks. You look to Harry in utter confusion.
"Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that three headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping."
"-Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold up. I seem to be missing a whole chapter of the story. What are you accusing my uncle Snape for?" you ask.
"We think he's after something on the third floor." Harry replied.
"The forbidden floor?" you ask. Harry nods.
"Wait, three headed dog? There was a three headed dog on the third floor?"
The three nod. "Take me with you next time, I always wanted one of those!" you exclaim. "You're mad." Ron says. You nod.
"But why would anyone go near that dog?" Hermione asked. You listen in as the subject gets back on track.
"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret."
 

You then remember overhearing a conversation your mom and dad had the day before you were going to Hogwarts.

"Is it done, Sarah?" you father asked.
"Absolutely, David. Hagrid's retrieved it today and everyone at Hogwarts is setting up their protection charms." your mother replies. 
"Severus told me he'd make sure no one but him could get passed his little test accept him. He already knows how to get passed the other tests. Said so himself."

You snap back into reality.
"So you're saying..." Hermione said.
"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants."
"Wait, but my uncles one of the one's protecting the thing that the dog's guarding. I heard my mum and dad talk about it." you say.
"Hate to break it to you N/N (nickname), but your uncle's not as he seems to be." Ron says, patting your shoulder. You scrunch your face as you hear the screech of an owl and look up. It was Harry's owl, Hedwig. She is carrying a very large, long parcel. She drops it off.
"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione asked.
"But I-I never get mail." Harry said in confusion.
 "Let's open it." Ron said

You watch as the three open the package.
"It's a broomstick!" Harry exclaims.
"That's not just any broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000!" Ron fangirls.
"But who...?" Harry asked. You tap Harry's shoulder and cock your head to Professor McGonagall, who was stroking Hedwig. She smiled to Harry and he nods.

You see Pansy Parkinson and her Slytherin Posse, which consisted of Millicent Bulstrode, Daphne Greengrass, and Tracey Davis. She gave you  the stink eye. "I really don't want to sit with the Slytherins." you mutter.
"Who would?" Ron asked. 
"No, you don't understand. Parkinson and her posse are completely after me. I had to put several protection charms around my area of the room to prevent them from doing anything. I can only imagine what they'd do to me if I wasn't trained at an early age."
"They're really that cruel?" Hermione asked. You nodded. "I'll be right back." you say.