Harry Potter characters x Reader (Oneshots)

(Sweater) Draco / ❤️

      
The strands of hair across her face were lazily brushed away by her hand as she awoke, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched her legs—or at least tried to. Y/N's tranquil attitude fell completely when she had finally realized where she was; the banners and bedsheets of emerald green were too telling.

       She snapped her head to the other side of the bed where her boy was peacefully sleeping. A sigh of relief came from her, until she realized that all of the other dorm beds were empty, and it was at least a half an hour since breakfast had started. This is what they had been so cautious about, but now, the whole Slytherin house would probably berate her every chance they could after word got around that she was in his bed.

       "Draco..." whispered Y/N. A small nudge woke him up in a matter of seconds.

      "Hm?" he murmured. His eyelids slowly parted until he had seemed to realize what had happened too after a brief scanning of the room. However, he appeared less than bothered.

      "We should get down to breakfast."

      "But, they- they saw us, you know, they had to
have, I mean-"

      "I know." His face held the sour look she had grown to love. "And if they say anything, they'll have spiders crawling out of their nostrils. Don't worry. No one will find out, it's just Crabbe and Zabini."

       His assurance worked as he meant it to. After loosening up and laughing at his childish remark, she followed his lead and began to stand up to get changed. Pulling up her jeans, she reached for a sweater on the ground and yanked it over her head without taking a second look.

      Once dressed, they stumbled out into the common room, and Draco made sure that they weren't visible to any unseen students. Carefully, they made it out into the halls which were completely empty and silent except for a few paintings whispering amongst themselves.

       "I'll see you later," He kissed her cheek.

       "Yeah, sounds good. If anyone says anything about me, you know-"

        "They won't, Y/N. They know better than to test me like that. Zabini already knows about us anyway. All I'm worried about is Potter finding out or even worse, Weasley-"

       "Okay, okay," she rolled her eyes. "I get it, and I trust you anyway. I'll see you later."

         Giving him a brief kiss on the cheek, she scurried down to the Great Hall. When she entered, she was puzzled as to why people were whirling around to get a good look at her as if she had three heads. She shrugged it off and sat down next Hermione, and across from Harry and Ron.

       "Sorry I'm late," she apologized, dishing into a plate of strawberries. "Overslept."

       The three of them said nothing, only exchanging glances amongst themselves between quiet bites.
Y/N's eyebrows knitted in frustration.

      "What?" she put down her fork. "Is there something on my face?"

     
        "No, just something on your sweater."  

     At Ron's remark, she peered down, inspecting her clean and spotless sweater, before it hit her.

      The sweater was emerald green with a large silver stripe and the Slytherin house logo on the front.

      "Padma said you weren't in your room this morning." Hermione grinned. "Had no idea that you had such a late night."

    
     "So who's the special someone?" smirked Harry.