We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

8| A Little Problem

Y/N POV

It was Christmas!! I might appear to be a normal person who got annoyed and uninterested quickly, but I had always loved Christmas.

We got to open presents on Christmas. It was always easy for me to get anything I had ever wanted. But on Christmas, I got to open presents with any random item in it. It was basically the satisfaction to find out what that random item was that made me loved Christmas.

I wondered what I was gonna get this year. My parents told me they were going to send the presents here. Moreover, I would get a double amount of presents this year since I was staying with the Malfoys.

Draco's mom allowed me and Draco to decorate the dining hall and the living room 3 days ago. It was the best thing I had seen in the whole manor. Although the gloomy themed furniture was still there, we managed to lighten up the atmosphere a bit.

I knocked at Draco's door. He might still be in his sleep as it was still 6 in the morning. But it was Christmas, he had to wake up soon for the presents. I decided to enter his room since he wasn't answering. He barged into my room the other day so I would use that against him.

His room was as gloomy as the other room in the manor. No wonder, he was a Malfoy after all.

"Draco wake up!" I shook his body.

"Draco!!" I shouted.

"Ugh, what is it mother?" He said in his sleep.

"I'm not your mother, I'm Y/N."

"What? What are you doing in my room?" He widened his eyes as he stared at me in shock.

"Um...waking you up?" I replied.

"Happy Christmas Draco, let's unbox the presents," I said, grabbing his arm to go.

"Happy Christmas...but wait," he stopped.

I turned to him and gave him my most annoyed look. What was more to wait?

"I gotta change," he blurted.

"Are you serious right now? We open Christmas presents in PJ," I argued.

He let out a long sigh before we went downstairs to the Christmas tree in the living room.

"Oooh, look at those," I hurried to open one of my presents in excitement.

On the other hand, Draco just sat on the couch watching me unboxing the presents with his eyes half-opened. He was still sleepy.

"Why are you not opening one?" I asked, still busy with my presents.

"Open it for me," he muttered.

I looked at him for a moment. He couldn't be serious. I'd love to open more presents, even when it wasn't for me. I just loved unboxing things.

"You sure?" I asked excitedly.

"I've never been so sure," he chuckled.

•••

"How was your Christmas?" Hermione asked.

We're sitting in the great hall. Draco was being a nice boy during my stay at his manor. Not that he wasn't nice at school, he was just being extra nice. Maybe because his parents were around, whatever.

"Not the best, yet not the worst," I giggled.

"Why? Tell me what happened."

I told her everything from the time I stepped my feet into the Malfoy manor. Hermione just listened to everything I said then we talked about her Christmas that she spent with her own family in the muggle world. It turned out we didn't have much difference on how to celebrate Christmas.

For some reason, the topic of our talk had shifted from Christmas to boys around us. No, it wasn't in any romantic way. She talked about how she had become best friends with Harry and Ron since the troll incident. And she was so into making me join her gang.

"Y/N, I really want you to meet Harry and Ron. We'll be good friends, I swear," she insisted.

"No thanks. More boys just mean more pain," I rejected.

•••

Draco POV

I ran back to the common room in fear after detention from that old McGonagall. I had witnessed something terrible, some unknown creature murdered some animal. If it wasn't for that silly Potter and his obnoxious friends!

It was past midnight already, I expected there would be no one in the common room at this hour. But there she was, sleeping on the couch with a muggle book from her mudblood friend. I approached her sleeping figure. It was my second time to come across her sleeping on the couch.

"Y/N...," I shook her gently.

"Y/N..wake up," I raised my tone a bit so she could hear.

"Ugh, what is it...Draco?" She asked in her sleepy voice.

"Go to sleep in your room. The couch isn't a comfortable place to sleep."

She nodded and went to her dormitory half asleep.

•••

I couldn't sleep properly and ended up staying awake until morning. Whatever the creature that I saw in the forbidden forest was, it haunted me to my sleep. It would've never happened if that old McGonagall didn't send me to the forbidden forest yesterday. I would be sure to tell my father about this.

"Draco, are you okay?" Y/N asked, making me came back to my sense.

"You haven't touch anything. Are you not feeling good?" she asked full of worry.

"Actually...," I started. I couldn't really keep this thing just by myself. Perhaps, if I talked to someone, the thoughts would fade away.

I told Y/N everything that happened yesterday. From me catching Potter and his gang to me witnessing a murder. I didn't tell her about how I screamed in fear because that would just ruin my image in her head. She kind of looked frightened and I started regretting that I told her this. 

"What's with that caretaker? The forbidden forest isn't named forbidden for nothing!" she growled, trying to hide her frightened look from anyone.

"Oh, Lord! Hermione was there too, wasn't she?" she asked in shock.

"I wonder if she's okay," she mumbled.

"Really? You're worried about her too?"

"Of course I am. You're my friend and she's kind of like a friend too," she explained.

She seemed to like that mudblood friend of her so much. I had to do something to fix this. Having Parkinson called her a blood traitor on Halloween had already made me rage. I didn't want more people to start calling her that again.

"She's not a friend," I blurted.

"She is," she asserted.

"I don't like her, don't hang out with her anymore."

"Excuse me? You can't control me. I choose who I want to hang out with," she protested.

"In fact, I can. Somehow your parents made me your protector," I argued.

"No. I made it clear on the contract that you can't control me. You have to take a second look at it," she rolled her eyes.

She would never listen to me, would she? I had to find another way to make her stay away from that mudblood. Maybe I should keep her busy with me, Crabbe and Goyle so she wouldn't have time for someone else.