Draco Malfoy X Reader

• Warewolf •

The days that passed. All that happened was the first trip to Hogsmeade, which was brilliant! I and Amelia bought loads of things we knew we didn't need, but we couldn't help ourselves.

I'm glad that Amelia was able to explain to me what happened in DADA class. I've got to admit it hurt. It all makes sense now, for the most part.

Since Amelia was fairly close with the golden trio. I have slowly become known to them as well. I'm mostly close with Ron though. Only cause of the twins. I've also noticed my sister and Harry getting a lot closer with each other which makes me think and hope to see them together in the future~

We were currently in DADA class, awaiting the professor's arrival. The door swung open and in came the potions teacher, Professor Snape.

With his dramatic entrance done, he stood at front and began the lesson.

"Turn to page 394." his voice droned out to us. We all did as told. In this class, I was sat across from Amelia and in front sat Malfoy.

I shared a desk with pansy which wouldn't bother me if she hadn't been trying to catch Draco's attention every minute or so.

"Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry questioned the Professor stood front.

"That's not your concern is it, Potter, suffice to say that he or the professor finds himself incapable of teaching at present. Turn to page 394." He finished before turning Ron's page for him out of annoyance.

"Werewolves?" Ron questioned.

"But sir we've just begun learning about red caps and inky punks, We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks," Hermione spoke.

"Quiet." The professor said, but Ron didn't listen as he started rambling on about Hermiones random arrival.

"Now. Which one of you can tell me the difference between an animagus and a Warewolf. No one? How disappointing." He said turning to face us all slowly.

For once I had my hand up. I knew the differences between them due to my father being one of the little wizards, capable to turn into an animagus. The professor nodded his head, meaning I was allowed to speak. I opened my mouth to answer but was interrupted by Hermione shouting out.

"Please sir, an animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A Warewolf has no choice. With each full moon when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'll kill his best friend if you cross his path. Furthermore, the well-thrown responds to the call of its kind." Hermione's explanation was cut off by Malfoy making a wolf sound.

"Howwwll~" he shouts

'Cute' I thought.

"Thank you, Mr Malfoy. That is the second time you've spoken out of turn miss Granger. Miss L/n was to speak and yet you are incapable of restraining yourself. Do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" He paused to raise a single brow to the girl.

"My deepest apologies, Miss L/n. Five points from Gryffindor." He finished. A collective amount of Gryffindors grunt around the room.

"As an antidote to your ignorance and on my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the Warewolf with particular emphasis on recognising it."

"Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow..." Harry argued.

Professor Snape slammed both hands onto potter's table.

"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394. " He droned and returned to teaching his lesson on werewolves.

I looked over to Malfoy and saw him sending a paper bird to Harry's table.

"Sending love notes around the class now, are we?" I whispered to him.

"Shove off." He scoffed.

I giggled in amusement and watched as Harry opened the paper. I could tell it wasn't pleasant due to the stare-off that began between the two.

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Today was Quidditch. A match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

I was too busy thinking about professor Snapes assignment to notice the falling figure heading straight for the ground.

I heard Dumbledore shout out a spell to stop the falling person from impacting with the hard ground, following silence.

Amelia dragged me alongside her to visit someone who was in the hospital wing. She burst the door open and ran straight towards the bed that was already crowded with people. I looked down to see Harry lying there, unconscious.

'Yikes, that's who it was' I said cringing and mentally slapping myself.

"Is he alright?" Amelia asked making her way through to the front of the crowd.

"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron said, observing Harry's body.

"Whatcha expect, he fell over a 100ft-"

"-Yeah Ron let's walk you off the astronomy tower-"

"- See what you look like."

The twins spoke exchanging each other's sentences.

"Probably a lot better than he normally does," Harry spoke as he began to sit up on the bed.

"He's alive!" I emphasised dramatically raising my hands in the air. The twins looked back at me and laughed hysterically.

Hermione rolled her eyes, as did Amelia before both looking down at Harry.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" They both said.

"You two always saying stuff at the same time must be contagious or something I tell you." I laughed pointing over at the twins.

Harry replied to Hermione and Amelia's question.

"Brilliant."

I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not, but the twins went ahead with saying that Harry scared them. They then explained what happened back on the pitch.

"Dementors aren't meant to be on the grounds, Dumbledore was furious," Hermione explained as Ron revealed the broken broomstick he held in his arms.

The look on Harry's face said it all.

As everyone became silent, I decided to speak up.

"Glad to see your still in shape Harry, but I'm gonna head to the library to study. Homework!" I fake cheered before turning to leave Harry and the rest of them behind in the hospital wing.

I wasn't going to the library. I needed to speak with the headmaster for personal reasons, but I didn't exactly want to say that in front of everyone, including Amelia.

I had some questions that needed to be answered and he was the best guy for them. Let's hope my aunt was right.

I knocked on the door and waited for his voice to be heard from the other side.

"Come in." He instructed. I walked in and closed the door behind me. Dumbledore looked up at me from his work and smiled.

"Miss L/n, what do I owe the pleasure of?" He asked, motioning for me to take a seat in the chair across from him.

"I came here for some answers," I replied, a seat nervously anticipating his next question.

"I see. Any questions you may ask, I shall do my best to answer for you." He smiled. His eyes twinkled with life, despite how old they looked.

"Thank you, sir." As I began to speak, Dumbledore uses magic to bring over two cups of steaming tea and some biscuits.

As time slowly passed, I felt satisfied with my answers and looked around for the time. Dumbledore looked down at his watch.

"Is that the time already. I'm sorry to cut this meeting off, but I really must be going." Dumbledore smiled.

"It's not a problem, sir. Thank you for your time." I thanked and dismissed myself from his office.

I walked down the stairs and out from the Griffin statue to my next class.