Death Eaten: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Petrified

You were able to get back on your school sleeping schedule without a problem. You were doing well in classes and quidditch. You won against both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, thanks to your amazing blocking skills. 

Harry told you, Ron, and Hermione about the diary he found in Mirtle's bathroom.
"It was Hagrid. Hagrid opened the Chanter of Secrets fifty years ago."
"It can't be Hagrid. It just can't be." Hermione said.
"Yeah, my family has known him for years!" you state in agreement with Hermione.
"We don't even know this Tom Riddle. He sounds like a dirty, rotten snitch to me." Ron said. You nodded in agreement with Ron.
"The monster had killed somebody, Ron. What would any of us have done?"  Harry asked.
"Look. Hagrid's our friend. Why don't we just go and ask him about it?" Hermione asked,
"That'll be a cheerful visit!" Ron said sarcastically. "Hello, Hagrid! Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?"
"-Mad and hairy? You wouldn't be talking about me now, would ya?" you hear the accent of Hagrid say. You, Harry, Hermione and Ron turn their heads towards to Hagrid and say  "No!" in perfect unison. 
"W- what's that you've got, Hagrid?" Harry stuttered, looking at the big bucket Hagrid had in his hand.
"Oh, It's a- Flesh-Eatin' Slug Repellent. For the Mandrakes, ya know. Now, accordin' to Professor Sprout, they've still got a bit o' growing up to do. But, once their acne's cleared up, we'll be able to chop 'em up and stew 'em, and then we'll get those people down at the hospital un-Petrified. In the meantime, though, you four had best be lookin' after yourselves. All right? Hmm." 
Hagrid turned his back and said hello to a panicked looking Nevill as he ran passed.

"Harry- I don't know who did it, but you'd better come! Come on!" Neville said to Harry, panicked. 

You followed the four Gryffindors into the common room, which was completely destroyed.
"It had to be a Gryffindor. Nobody else knows our password- " Hermione cocked her head to you. "I know it wasn't you. Unless it wasn't a student."
"Who ever it was, they must have been looking for something."
"And they found it, harry said, scavenging the room. "Tom Riddle's diary is gone."
You exchange uneasy glances with the golden trio. 

Time skip----------------

You were in the common room studying charms. The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff quidditch game was canceled. When you were getting to the kappa's chapter, professor McGonagall came in. "Ms. Blackbird, will you follow me the hospital wing, there's something you need to see."
You could tell by the expression on McGonnagal's face that something bad happened. 

You followed her anxiously to the hospital wing, holding your hands together nervously breathing shakily. You knew that something was terribly wrong. Harry and Ron were at the end of the corridor next to the hospital wing.

As you entered, McGonnagall spole up. "I warn you, this could be a wee bit of a shock."
What you saw almost made you pass out. It was Hermione. She was petrified.
"Hermione!" you and Ron exclaim in unison.
"She was found near the Library, along with this," she held up a hand mirror. "Does it mean anything to either of you?"
The three of you shook your heads.
"No," Harry spoke up. "May I see it?" you asked. McGonagall gave you the mirror. "Maybe with some sort of charm I can see what she saw last and we can reveal what's been seen through it."
"-And risk the chance of you getting petrified as well? I think not." McGonagall said. You sigh. "But, how can that even happen? It's not like it was the real thing. I'm just looking at it as if I was looking at Hermione's memory." you said.
"I'm still not taking those chances, Ms. Blackbird. It's too high of a risk and no more students should deserve to be petrified any more than you. Now, you may stay or leave to class."

You sigh and had an instinct to look behind you. You see a group of students crowded in the corridor, whispering of something. You wait until McGonagall left to go investigate.

"-She shouldn't have been petrified." a voice said. "She should've died instead."
You knew exactly who was talking. You stomped towards the culprit of that dirty mouth. "Shut the hell up Malfoy!" you exclaimed. "Shut it, Blackbird. Or I'll-"
"-You'll what?" you challenged, crossing your arms and taking a step forward. Malfoy said nothing, just sneered. "That's what I thought." you growled. "If I hear you talk trash about anyone else I care about, kiss that sneering goodbye 'cause I'll punch it right off."
"-Don't talk to him that way!" came Pansy's voice. "I don't think this is your conversation, Parkinson," you snapped, looking at the pug-faced girl. "If it involves Draco, it involves me." Pansy stepped forward. "Aww, Draco's got himself a pug-faced girlfriend." you mocked. Pansy went to slap you in the face, but you blocked it off with your hand. "Unless you want me to slap the pug-face right off of you, I suggest you back off." you threatened. Pansy went to slap you again with her free hand, but you grabbed that one and twisted both hands behind her back. She yelped in pain. "You don't listen very well, do you?" you asked sarcastically. You pushed her away and went back inside the hospital wing. "What was that about?" Harry asked. "Just taking care of some trash talkers, that's all. It's handeled.

"Hey, Y/N. Tonight, Ron and I are gonna sneak off to Hagrid's to try and find some answers. Wanna come?" Harry asked. "Yes, of course." you reply. "Good. We're gonna need you're intelect since Hermione isn't here." Ron agreed. You nodded to the both of them and stayed in the hospital wing till supper.