{Half A Hero} Hufflepuff!Reader

Chapter 3: Homework

You stumbled through the great hall entrance, wild eyes scouring the mass of students, tugging the strap of your satchel on your shoulder. Your panicked eyes locked with Draco's confused ones. You bolted towards him, throwing your weight into the seat beside him.

"Can I see your Potions essay?"

"Go away." He said loudly. Then whispered more gentle. "We're not supposed to speak."

"I'll hide our notes under the table. Pleeease."

He clicked his tongue, upset that you would go against your pact. Draco dug in his bag, he handed you his scroll. You opened up both yours and his, held them on your lap. Your eyes scanned his paper with speed, you dug in your bag and pulled out a hardcover book to press on and a pen.

"What's that?" He asked through a mouthful of muesli.

"A pen. I'm not messing about with a quill and ink like this."

Draco watched you copy snippets of his essay,

"Hey-"

"I'm changing up the words." You spoke, not giving him your full attention. "I just need more text. Relax, which father's child am I? Could you pour something for me to drink, please?"

You thanked Blaise, who sat across from you, as he set a glass of  juice next to your empty plate.

"You're in my seat." A voice complained behind you. "You aren't suppose to be here."

"Most of this table is empty, pick a plot." You compared lengths, cursing under your breath as you tried to add five more lines. "And most of the tables are mixed, no assigned seats."

"Well-"

You whipped your head to give Parkinson the hottest glare,

"Try me." Your words, like ice, made the people around you visibly tense up. "I am busy."

You gulped some juice before scribbling a few more words. She huffed, stomping to sit further down.

After proof reading, you sighed and gave Draco his work. You plated a luke warm omelette. You decided you should explain.

" I thought I finished all my work, but my length was wrong for potions. I bullshitted through so much already, and I was panicking because I'm the new exchange student. Can't be this disorganized after a weekend for home work."

"You made Parkinson cry."

"Who told her to speak to me?" You angrily chewed. "Every time she speaks to me, it's something horrid. I can't stand it. You can tell me shit, Dragon, because we know each other."

"You're boiling the pumpkin juice." Blaise murmured.

A loud laugh escaped Draco, before he could stop it.

"You're still the same." Draco snorted, more awe spilled through than he meant to allow. "She broke a guys arm for shouting at his dog, she broke it with her mind. Then she stole the dog."

"He was sad!" You pushed Draco away, feeling your face heat up as Blaise laughed. "Benny is much happier with us."

"Your dad let you keep him?"

You nodded, sipping at your juice. You cringed at the very near boiling juice. It tasted like unseasoned soup. Draco poured a cup of tea for you. 

"I'm surprised you guys haven't kicked me from the table yet."

"How old were you when you stole the dog?" Blaise asked.

"Eight."

"I like my arms as they are."

"I can control my magic better now. I swear! I'm good."

"The pumpkin juice doesn't think so." Draco shot. 

"Careful, Draco. We wouldn't want the Prince of Slytherin cry."

"Y/N." He warned.

"Sure. Ok, I'm sorry, Draco. You have an image to uphold." You said sincerely. You stood. "After all, these girls aren't going to woo themselves."

Blaise choked on his drink.

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You sat next to Jason in transfiguration, playing with the feather of the quill.

McGonnogall explained the day's lesson, while you tried to figure out why this very, extremely good looking, blue-eyed boy would sit next to you. 

Why was he so pretty? What was his problem? Why was everyone so pretty?

You thought back to Blaise, his caramel skin, dimpled smile, cheekbones you could slice toast with. He seemed the least mean of Draco's band of minions... but he's in Slytherin. Raven explained the basic house relationships to you... besides, he wouldn't like you. Definitely not a Hufflepuff that turned 

You sighed through your nose, jotting down notes as your Queen spoke.

Just a crush. You told yourself. It'll fade. Like usual.

It was just hormones. You were sure of it.

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You sat with Damian and Jon in the great hall, listening to the young Kent's exaggeration of his lessons. These kids were absolutely adorable, both clearly childhood friends. Damian would dismiss the chances Jon gave him to tell parts of a story, opting for eating. Smart kid.

You glanced around the room, letting the two first years bicker. Eyes locking with Blaise's brown ones. You both blinked in shock, not missing the blush that crept on his face as he looked away.

He was probably scared of you now. You hoped.