Potters Girl (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Year Three, Chapter Three

As my lips leave Harry's, a light blush dusts my face. Harry's matches mine, the rosy pink accentuating the deep green of his eyes. Clearing my throat, I and get up to finish packing my stuff.

"Umm... so... this year should be... interesting." Harry states, trying to break the tension.

"Why do you say that?" I ask.

"Mr. Weasley told me about something. There's a serial killer who escaped from Azkaban,"

"That's possible???" The tension is suddenly forgotten.

"Apparently. First person who's ever done it. He's batshit crazy, rumor has it. Not surprising, they say Azkaban will do that to you, with the dementors and all." 

"So what does that have to do with us?" I ask while folding my last jumper up.

"Sirius Black, that's his name," Harry pauses, hesitating. "And he's after... me." Gasping, I spin on my heel and turn to Harry.

"Why would he be after you?!" I say as I grab his arm so that his full attention is on me.

"He's a supporter of Voldemort," I cringe at the name. "And would probably want to finish the job."

"I guess we have to keep you safe then... and I'm going to make sure you stay out of trouble!" My grip on his wrist tightening.

"Easy, love. it's okay, I'll stay safe," Harry says, placing a hand on my shoulder. My stomach flutters as he looks deep into my eyes. "No promises though," Harry says, laughing slightly, and turning to finish packing.

"Harry James Potter!! You listen to me!! I'm serious!!" I land a blow to his arm in anger.

"Sirius Black??" he says like a smartass. This pushes me over the edge.

"Urgh!!" I exclaim and turn away, angrily folding my uniform skirts.

"Hey, I was just kidding," Harry says sweetly, as he puts a hand on my back, rubbing it.

"Well, I wasn't!!" Tears prick my eyes. "I'm worried about you, you bloody idiot!!" A single tear falls as my voice cracks.

"Hey, hey, hey, shhh." Harry says and hugs me from behind, resting his head in the crook of my neck. He puts a gentle kiss on my neck and then spins me around, his hands on my waist. "I'm safe, and I'm going to stay safe. with Dumbledore at Hogwarts I'm protected," he says, tilting my chin up so I look at him. He wipes away my tear, and with a sigh I look down.

He pulls me into a bear hug which I gladly accept.

"Is that better?" He asks, placing a kiss on the top of my head. I nod, still in his arms. All of a sudden I feel his hands loosen on me and the next thing I know I'm on the bed being viciously tickled.

"Harry!!!" I yell out while laughing. This makes him laugh in return. Rolling around, I try to get away but he won't let me. He finally stops and I sit there, catching my breath.

"There's that beautiful smile," Harry says and I look into his eyes. I feel conflicted, though. This is my childhood friend, but I can't hide the fact I used to have a crush on him. But do I still? Or do I just appreciate the attention and the way he treats me?

At this point Harry and I are laying on our sides, facing each other, inches apart. Harry runs his fingers down my side, gently. More lovingly than sexually, and I get butterflies at his touch. Damn. Am I falling for Potter???

Harry leans in and our lips softly collide, his hand finding my waist. Harry pushes himself up so he's on top of me, hovering over me while we continue making out. My hands get tangled in his messy, dark hair and I press myself against Harry's chest, feeling his body head against mine. It was comforting, his scent all I could smell; a mixture of old spice, butterbeer, and a comforting, subtle cologne.

The next thing we know there's a loud knock a millisecond before the door is slammed open. Harry rolls off of me and I play it off like I'm reading the book nearest to me.

"Hurry up you slow lot!! the train leaves- y/n, you know that book is upside down... correct?" Ron asks. Shit.

"Of course I knew that! I was.. uh.. trying something Luna taught me!" I play it off. They wouldn't question Luna, we all know she's a bit odd, but love her for it.

"Oh? Alright then?" Ron pauses. "As I was saying, we should get going soon, don't wanna miss the train." He finishes. Hermione catches my eyes and motions to Harry with a confused look. Fuck, she saw. Now I'm gonna explain this to her. At least I can voice my feelings and get some advice.

We load everything up in the Weasleys and Hermione's parents' cars, and head to the station. That tingly feeling sends shivers down my spine when I walk through the wall to platform 9 and 3/4, and as always and it makes me smile, as I take in the many families bustling around us.

I feel eyes on me and catch Harry staring at me. He smiles and me and I smile back, the butterflies becoming overwhelming. Harry bumps shoulders with me as we head towards the luggage drop off and I smile, he returns it.

*Draco's POV*
God, I hate people. I sneer at the mudblood family ahead of me as I push people out of my way. While walking towards the luggage area I see Potter. Blech. Didn't miss seeing him at all.

I pause, noticing something. Isn't that the (y/L/N) girl? She's part of their"golden group" or whatever, I noticed her but since she associates with them I never took the time to acknowledge her, other than sparing glances. She has earned my respect as a notable pure blood.

Potter stares at her and she doesn't notice, until he bumps into her shoulder in a playful manner. She looks up and laughs and he returns the smile.

Well... this gives me new ammo. this should be fun, huh, Potter? And I smirk to myself as I think of the best ways to use this against him.