Potters Girl (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Year Five, Chapter Three

"Having already revolutionized... the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts... Dolores Umbridge will, as high inquisitor, have powers... to address the seriously falling standards at Hogwarts School." Hermione reads from the Daily Prophet. Umbridge starts interviewing professors, attempting to find flaws.

A week later she attempts to kick Professor Trelawney out, causing a commotion in the courtyard. Dumbledore doesn't let this happen, thankfully.

"What are we gonna do?" I ask the group at breakfast one day. Harry and I keep winding up in detention.

"I have an idea." Hermione states.

"Hi. So you all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts." Hermione starts, looking at the group of students in front of us.

"Why?" Sheamus asks.

"Why? Because You-Know-Who's back, you tosspot." They argue back and forth for a few minutes.

"If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed..." I freeze and my eyes widen.

"I'm not gonna talk about Cedric, so if that's why you're here, clear out now." Harry says harshly. I look down, mourning the loss of my best friend. Luna saves the day by asking about the patronus charm. We end up getting everyone on board and sign a piece of paper, signifying our loyalty to the cause.

"All student organizations are henceforth disbanded. Any student in noncompliance will be expelled."

"Shit. What do we do now?" I ask.

"Do it anyway. Who cares?" Hermione shocks everyone with this reply.

Neville found the room of requirement, and so we start our lessons. I learn stunning, defensive spells, attacking spells, and coolest of all, my patronus is a greyhound!

Harry has started having nightmares. He saw Mr. Weasley get attacked and it turned out to be true. He started occulancy lessons with Snape and has been distant ever since.

*HARRYS POV*

"Control your thoughts! Legillimans!" He attacks my mind before I'm ready. Memories flash through my mind, Snape intruding every single one.

Y/n pops up. Her kissing me under the mistletoe. The one time I saw her and Draco almost holding hands.

Then Ginny. The touches that linger. The glances.

*READERS POV*
One day after a Dumbledores Army meeting I stay later and I see Cho and Harry talking. I study the picture on the mirror of the original Order, my eyes trailing to the one of Cedric. Feeling Harry's presence behind me, I don't even turn.

"Harry... is that-"

"My dad. That's my mum." He finishes my statement.

"You look just like your father." I say, turning to him.

"Except my eyes." I look up.

"It's a mistletoe..." I point out.

"Probably full of nargles." Harry says.

"You sound like Luna." I laugh. He leans in and plants a kiss on my lips.

Harry and I are invited to Christmas at the Weasleys again, and Mr. Weasley is finally out of the hospital.

I sit in my room, looking at the necklace Draco had gotten me the year before. My window is open, the cool air refreshing. I hear clapping downstairs and figure that I should head downstairs. Walking down, I see everyone eating dinner.

"Y/n! Here's your gift!" This year it's a zip up jacket in Gryffindor colors. I smile and put it on. Sitting beside Harry, he adjusts the hood of my jacket and I notice Ginny glaring across the table. I shrug it off and enjoy my dinner.

Walking back up to my room, I see a box on my pillow. I notice also a black owl feather on the windowsill. Opening the box, there is a silver bracelet that resembles a delicate tree branch. Putting it on, it fits perfectly and seems to compliment my style. I look in the box to see a note.

Merry Christmas, Potters Girl.

Returning back to school, the Dumbledores Army meetings resume. As the lessons go on, Umbridge gets closer and closer to finding us. She even starts up a club called the Inquisitorial squad, meant to bow to her every wish and whim.

*Dracos POV*
"Draco! Where are you going?" Pansy's voice gets my attention.

"I have rounds tonight." I quickly exit the Slytherin common room, wanting to be away from the smothering girl.

Rounding a corner I see Potter talking to someone. I slip back behind the corner put peer out, unseen.

"Come on, Harry. You've been with her forever but haven't made a move. You know you'd rather be with me. Don't get me wrong, I love Y/n, but let's be honest." What is happening?

"I know. I know. I'm working on it." Potter leans forward. "Listen, I'll figure this all out soon." He kisses the girl and they start feverishly making out. The girl steps back and a light hits her. The Weasley girl?

I have to tell Y/n. I know I'm not supposed to be with her but I have no choice now.

I quickly finish rounds, deciding I'll tell her in the morning.

I finish my breakfast as Y/n enters the great hall. Seeing my chance, I stand up, glaring at Potter.

"Y/L/n. I need to talk to you. Privately." I spit the last word, glaring at Potter. She's hesitant, but nods.

"I'll be back in a minute, okay?" She squeezes his hand. She brushes back a piece of hair with her hand and her robe sleeve slides up, exposing the silver bracelet that is all too familiar to me. Looks like she got my gift.

I can't help but notice something else on her hand. We exit the great hall and make our way to the grounds, I lead her and she follows, wordlessly.

"Your hand. Let me see." She places her delicate hand in mine and I cringe at the sight of words carved into her skin. I must not tell lies.

Umbridge. Ugh.

"Look, I know you're wondering why I'm here." She nods. "I needed to tell you this. The other night I had the rounds, and I saw Potter in an empty corridor. He was with the Weasley girl. They were talking about some kind of relationship and.. and they started snogging." She looks up at me, confused.

"Ginny? She and Harry would never. You're a liar." She exclaims. She storms back to the castle and I sigh. I tried.