Harry Potter characters x Reader (Oneshots)

(Extra Attention) Draco / 💙

A/N: angsty, not really a romantic sort of flirting going on lol

"Can't believe Snape's stacked our chapter four quiz on top of our unit exam!" griped Hermione. "I mean, I understand the material, it's just-"

"Too damn much." Y/N finished for her friend, not looking up from her parchment. Hermione nodded in frustration, adjusting herself in her chair. The two scrabbled away at their homework, silent for a few minutes before Hermione spoke again.

"Oh, I forgot my Arithmancy book in my dorm," she groaned. "Save my spot will you?"

Y/N nodded, Hermione leaving her unattended as she walked with a purpose toward the library doors. Y/N returned to revising her Herbology essay, dissecting every word she had written with concentration. She noticed an error; her quill dipped into the inkwell and jotted onto the parchment. She did this multiple times, leaving notes for herself as she went along.

"Ah, Y/N," A familiar drawl brought her out of her fixation. "In the library, what a surprise."

The girl paid no mind to Malfoy's sarcastic comment. He definitely didn't like being ignored, and she most certainly knew that; playing her cards wisely was something she had learned at a young age.

"What, too good of a mud-blood to address me?" He jeered. "You think you're above me, hm?"

She was more than happy Hermione wasn't here to witness this. First being that Hermione would have probably decked Malfoy in the face for the slur he had used, and second being that she always teased the Ravenclaw about being the receiving end of Malfoy's unrequited love. Y/N sort of knew he liked her; his rude comments toward her were different than other people he disliked (their first name basis making it quite clear). The blond had always tried to get under her skin especially, for nothing that she did in particular. He just simply wanted her attention, and she found it foolish.

The slur really didn't bother her, however. It was cruel, sure, but she knew that words only held as much power as you gave to them.

"Did you hear me, mud-blood? I'm talking to you." He prodded, leaning over in the seat to get closer to her face. She finally gave in, peering over calmly to quirk an eyebrow at the boy.

"Oh, you were talking?" Y/N smiled disingenuously. "Sorry, I guess I'm just so used to you never shutting up that I just didn't even notice."

Malfoy's smirk fell to a scowl, studying her over with a raking glare.

"I certainly have better things to say than you do, anyway." he shot back. She laughed, still reading her essay while simultaneously engaging with his antics.

"If that's the case, I would be past enlightenment by now, Draco," her mocking chuckle infuriated him. "I mean, I'd have thought with all the garbage that spews out of your mouth, you would at least produced one intelligent statement by now."

Draco opened his mouth to say something.

"But no, it's just playground prejudice," she continued nonchalantly. "I mean, mud blood? Really? That's all you can come up with? I can come up with hundreds of insults for you, and they're not as kind as mud blood, trust me."

"Fine then." he spat. "If you're so clever, throw one out then. C'mon, don't be shy."

"I may not be so clever, but at least I don't spend time with dumb and dumber to make myself feel smarter than I am."

Draco's mouth dropped open, attempting to find something to defend himself with. He almost looked a tad impressed beneath the frown.

"You're lucky Crabbe or Goyle aren't here," he hissed. "They would beat you into a bloody pulp if they heard that."

"Yeah, if they could've even figured out what I said," laughed Y/N. "Bodyguards aren't required to be rocket scientists."

"Your kind doesn't belong here anyway," he snarled. "I wouldn't even... touch one of your plagued bodies if it was life or death."

"Be nice, Draco," cooed Y/N. "A mud blood warmed that seat up for you."

He shot up from the seat, furious at the realization. His eyes met with someone behind the chair, and when Y/N turned around in her seat, she noticed he was looking directly at the librarian. She watched him suspiciously for a moment, going back to restocking the shelves after he looked away. With narrowed eyes, he leaned in close to her face, too close, she'd say, and stared into her eyes.

"This isn't over, Y/N." he whispered. "You don't want to be on my bad side."

Her nose brushed against his own, and she noticed him tensing up and easing his stare a tad. She had never really noticed, but his eyes were quite pretty...

"Wouldn't dream of it." smirked Y/N.

And with that, he stormed off, meeting Hermione as she was coming back into the library. They mutually shot nasty looks at each other as he slammed the door behind him. The girl plopped down next her to her friend, spreading out her books once more.

"Malfoy seemed angrier than usual," she observed. "What do you reckon his deal is today? Maybe daddy cut his allowance short five hundred sickles."

Y/N laughed, looking up at her.

"Why would I know?"

"Do I have to say it?" A grin etched its way onto the bushy haired girl's face.

"No, you most certainly do not." Y/N rolled her eyes. "Not that it's true, anyway."

But maybe, beyond their bickering, there was a bit of Y/N that enjoyed the short time they had spent together, bickering. But she did not fancy him, she told herself. The small smile plastered on her face as she considered this, though, seemed to tell a different story.