Potters Girl (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Year Five, Chapter Two

Before I know it, I'm met with the familiar hustle bustle of the train station, the cool breeze signaling the coming of fall.

As we are walking to the platform, my hand and leg are nudged. Looking down, I see the all familiar black dog. I smile at him and pat his head, before Sirius trots over to Harry. He sneaks into an empty waiting area and I see his silhouette transform into a man again. Harry follows, and Mad-Eye stands outside the door.

I pause, hesitating and wanting to wait for Harry, but Ron grabs my arm gently and leads me onto the train with Hermione. Moments later, Harry boards and we're off, things already feel different. Shrugging it off, we talk throughout the train ride, the time almost flying. We get off the train and begin walking the Fifth years route to the school, and I'm stretching out my sore limbs. I'm startled by a voice right behind me.

"I'm surprised the Ministry's still letting you walk around free. Better enjoy it while you can. I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it." Turning, I study the familiar blonde.

He looks more grown up. His face slimmer, wearing an all black suit. He's even taller than before, growing into his body well, his voice slightly deeper and a newspaper in his hand folded as he walks. I notice him studying me as well. Those stone cold eyes meet mine and I shiver.

Suddenly Harry charges at him and he quickly steps back, somewhat startled.

"What'd I tell you? Complete nutter." Malfoy mutters as he walks away, laughing with his friends.

"Just stay away from me!" Harry yells.

My thoughts are elsewhere during dinner. My mind flashing back to that scrutinizing gaze Draco stared at me with. I hardly even notice Dumbledore beginning of term announcements.

"She works for the ministry! She was at my hearing..." I hear Harry whisper. I look up to where a small plump woman is giving a speech about something, dressed head to toe in pink.

I sleep restlessly that night. Something about that pink lady doesn't sit right with me.

Waking up, I take a moment to think, sitting on my bed. I feel drained, tossing and turning all night doesn't help that.

"Y/n...?" Hermione asks. I snap out of my thoughts and turn to her. "You okay?" I nod, standing up.

"Just tired." A yawn comes after those words, proving my point.

Feeling like a zombie, I walk to DADA. Once I sit down, I notice a paper crane flying around the room. Everyone tries to hit it and we all break into laughter.

Suddenly the parchment erupts into flames and disintegrates into nothing but ashes. They land on Harry's desk, the one beside mine.

"Good morning, children." Ubridges obnoxious voice breaks through the classroom."Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations. O-W-Ls." The words are written on a chalkboard with a flick of her wand. "More commonly known as OWLs. Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe." Her tone is almost threatening. She flicks her wand again, and texts books start passing themselves out with a loud thud. "Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you'll be pleased to know, from now on... you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved... course of defensive magic." She pauses at Hermiones raised hand. "Yes?" She sighs. A textbook slams onto my desk, startling me. Harry rests his hand on my thigh in a comforting manner. Defense Against the Dark Arts for Beginners? We aren't beginners.