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Blueberries and Stairway Schenanigans Part 1 - Draco Malfoy

This is in 6th year but I am completely pretending that none of the stuff that happens in the book happens here. Maybe some stuff, but barely any. :)

You hate this. Hate yourself, hate life, hate school, all of it. You feel as if you are being forgotten and no one seems to give a shit. You have friends, sure, but they're not real. They act as if you are just an accessory; a card to add to their deck. So you sit, not saying anything, barely eating. The days pass, melting into each other so you can't tell the difference between today and yesterday. That was the routine until your eyes opened to the world around you and you realized just how bright it is with someone who understands.

Present:
I'm at the slytherin table, pretending to listen to whatever my friends are saying; adding some "cools" and "wow". They are too engrossed in themselves to care about me anyway. So I daydream, pretending that I'm the main character in my story, not the extra that you see only once and in the credits has the name "y/h/c girl". That means your hair color I've done this ever since I've been at Hogwarts, so naturally I've basically thought of every situation. What it would have been like to be part of the Golden Trio, what it would have been like if I was in Ravenclaw like my parents, what it would be like if I had real friends. There is one scenario that I love to think about and most days I dream about it over and over. It usually has something to do with Draco Malfoy. And yes, I do know that he is a complete jerk but in my dreams, he's perfect. But alas, never do any of these daydreams come true and when lunch ends, so do my fantasies.

"Hey y/n, what's your next class?" asks Heather, one of my "friends".

It is already almost half way through the school year and my supposed "friend" doesn't even know I'm in the same class with her. This is what I mean by being forgotten.

"Potions, remember? We have it together..." I reply, holding back the urge to roll my eyes.

"Ohhh yeahhh, I completely forgot. It's that you're always so quiet!" She laughs like the joke is funny.

"Yeah, haha." I mumble.

We are about to walk through the door when someone steps in front of us.

"Ahhhh, Heather and y/n. Fancy messing with Potter later?" Malfoy says with a smirk.

This time I really do roll my eyes. Oh how I wish he was like the Draco in my dreams.
Heather smiles "Dracooo, you're so funny. You know we can't!" she says giggling.

"What a shame, I was hoping for a good laugh" he says.

"I have to go talk to Snape about the essay he gave us yesterday. Come on y/n," Heather says, looking in my direction.

I nod, but I can't walk with her because someone grabs my hand.

"Wait, y/n." Draco says and spins me around to face him.

I feel my cheeks getting red. There is barely any space between us. Is this it, are my dreams finally coming true?

"You have something on your cheek," he says with a smirk, using his thumb to wipe off something. He promptly sticks his thumb in his mouth, sucking off whatever was on there.

"Mhm, tastes like blueberries. Well, see you later," he says and walks aways.

I'm still a blushing mess and can't seem to make my legs move. So I just sink to the floor, leaning against the wall as I try to catch my breath.

What the hell.

Part 2?