Potters Girl (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Year Three, Chapter Nine

There's loud murmuring from the students and other paintings as everyone tries to figure out what's going on. Dumbledore comes running up the stairs and has the paintings search the rooms. Filch finds the lady and everyone runs the stairs to get to her. Harry grabs my arm and pulls me, causing me to stumble, and Harry let's go of me. Two hands grab my waist and steady me.

"Malfoy? What are you doing up here?" I ask with a small smile on my face as we jog up the stairs together.

"Seeing what all the commotion is about, of course," He smiles at me. "This is off topic, but you seem pretty in shape. You should try out for quidditch this year, y/L/n." He mutters as we arrive at the spot where fat lady is hiding.

"Should I?" The unsureness is obvious in my voice. With a stiff nod, he focuses on the fat lady.

"Dear Lady, who did this to you?" Dumbledores voice is gentle.

"Eyes like the devil he's got.... And a soul as dark as his name... It's him, headmaster. The one they all talk about. He's here, somewhere in the castle! Sirius Black!" She sobs.

I gasp and grab Dracos hand out of habit of grabbing Miones. He gives me a reassuring squeeze and I appreciate the comfort.

Dumbledore has the staff search the castle and escort all the students into the great hall, it's safer that way I guess. Hermione grabs my arm and I realize Dracos hand is still intertwined with mine. Letting go quickly, hoping she didn't see, I grab onto her instead.

"Where is Harry??" She asks alarmed.

"I don't know... I can't see!" I respond just as i feel a hand on either of my shoulders.

"He's with Ronikins up near the front, don't worry. Dumbledore has him as a priority, of course." George informs me.

"Stay safe, dear." Fred mutters. The twins both give me a reassuring squeeze before making their way towards their friends.

When we reach the great hall, they don't take the time to sort us into houses and just have us go in the line we entered in, meaning Im next to Hermione and Draco.

Hogwarts is on lock down at this point, I face Hermione and we talk until Professor Snape yells about no more talking. I prefer to lay on my right side, so I roll over and am met with Draco glancing over at me. I notice he's rummaging around in his cloak sleeves and look at him, curious. He gives me a small smile and a wink, almost in a 'you'll see' type of way. He pulls out a bewitched small quill and a piece of parchment and starts writing. He doesn't need ink for the quill I guess. Smart.

Glancing around, he slips the note towards me. I grab it and slowly unfold it, trying not to make noise.

Over the past few days I've realized you're not as bad as I thought, plus you're pure blood, I found out after talking to my father. I wanna talk more, even though you're a Gryffindor, you're not like the others. Not near as obnoxious.

I look up and he rolls the quill over to me. I grab it and scribble my response.

Not all Gryffindors are bad, Malfoy. You just gotta find the right ones and not be an ass to them. If this is your way of asking to be friends, I'll accept :)

I pass the paper back and his fingers graze my hand, sending shivers down my arm. We continue talking throughout the night, avoiding teachers.

Hey, I can barely keep my eyes open, Malfoy. I'm gonna head to sleep, this was fun. Thank you, for not hating me. Goodnight, Malfoy.

Goodnight, y/n. Sweet dreams.

And with his last note I smile, pocket the parchment, and snuggle into my blanket.

The next morning everyone is sent to their houses, as they were declared safe again. The day is uneventful, until we get to DADA.

"Lupin seems to be late..." I mutter to Harry, who is sitting in front of me.

"It's weird. Very unlike him...." He ponders.

All of a sudden the door slams open, and Professor Snape storms in, shutting the windows as he walks, his black cloak billowing around him. He pulls the projector screen down and turns to us.

"Turn to page 394." He pronounces each syllable sluggishly.

"Excuse me sir," Comes Harry's voice from in front of me. "Where's professor Lupin?"

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say that your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page 394." I hear a flap of pages from beside me, turning to see Ron's textbook turning to the correct page by itself.

"Werewolves??" He asks, confused.

"But, Sir, we've just begun learning about Red Caps and hinkypunks. We're hot meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks." Hermione says boldly, all of a sudden beside me. I look at Ron confused and he shares the same expression.

"Quiet." Snape drawls. The lesson starts and I zone out, bored.

"...only responds to the call of its own kind." Catching the last part of Hermiones sentence I return focus.

"Awoooo!!" Comes a howl from across the room. Turning my head I see it came from none other that Draco Malfoy. Why was that kind of... attractive?? He can be funny at times, I guess.

The blonde locks eyes with me and winks and I giggle.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." If it were anyone else, Snape would've taken points off their house. Ugh.

I catch Snape insult Hermione and roll my eyes as I zone back out. I'll have Hermione teach me the subject in a better way later.

I glance around the classroom and see Draco folding a piece of paper. He blows it over towards me, it looping and flying around me, making me stifle a laugh, before it lands on Harry's book, in front of me.

"Two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with particular emphasis on recognizing it." I let out a groan and slump my head on my hands.

"Sir! Its Quidditch tomorrow!" Harry cries out.

"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394." Snape says, getting in Harry's face.

The rest of class passes boringly, and so does the rest of the day.

The next day is a quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff and the weather is terrible. It's stormy, but the game goes on.

I sit with Ron and Hermione and we cheer for Harry. He sees the snitch and darts after it, leaving our view.

The hufflepuff seeker comes falling down hard. Dumbledore lowers him to the ground. Harry is still nowhere in sight. I'm starting to get nervous at this point.

A body comes tumbling down towards the ground.

"HARRY!!! ITS HARRY!!!" I shout alarmed. I grab onto Mione and start freaking out.

"Aresto momentum!" Dumbledore stops him from hitting the ground.

Hagrid runs out and carries him to the hospital wing and I sprint after them.

Harry is placed on a cot and Madam Pomfrey tends to him.

I sit on the side and hold his hand, waiting for him to wake up. People slowly join me and him, waiting and waiting.