Potters Girl (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Year Five, Chapter Four

I push Dracos words out of my mind. I wonder though, why would he try to push me and Harry apart? After that day I can't help but notice Harry and Ginnys interactions.

It hits me one day.

They're just like mine and Harry's before we confessed feelings.

There's a quidditch game that night; Slytherin against Gryffindor. Hermione and I are in the stands, cheering the team on when Ginny and Ron join us.

"Finally! You two took forever!" Hermione exclaims. I glance at Ginny and Ron and freeze.

The sweater she's wearing has a large, red 'H' on the front. It's Harry's sweater.

The world spins and I barely pay attention to the rest of the game. Draco was right.

After the game I pull Harry aside.

"Hey... can we talk?" I ask and he nods. We walk to an open corridor.

"So I saw Ginny had your sweater..."

*Dracos POV*
As the teams enter the field, I notice Potter isn't out yet. Weird. Then I see him fly out.

Is y/n here? I wanna know if she's gonna see me play today. As I look for the y/h/c, Two redheads catch my eye, walking into the stands. The thing that stands out the most is the red 'H' on the girls sweater. Potter. They're out in the open about it? Is this new? My question is answered with one glance at the y/h/c girls face. Guess this is a first time for her.

The game goes well, Slytherin ends up winning. Not surprising honestly, Gryffindor bloody sucks.

I can't help but notice when Potter walks up to y/n. She leads him towards the castle and I'm so tempted to follow.

Slipping away from all the celebrating, I follow the pair, hiding behind a corner once they reach a corridor.

"So I saw Ginny had your sweater...." Y/n starts. This should be interesting.

*READERS POV*

"Okay?" His response makes me feel dumb.

"You know what people will think..." I mumble.

"And what is that?"

"That you and Ginny have a thing!"

"Okay?" My heart drops.

"I thought... we... had a thing... What are we, Harry?"

"I don't know. We do. I think. She was cold. It's a sweater, Y/n." He's talking down to me.

"Well you like her better! Someone warned me and I didn't believe them. I feel bad now because it turns out they were right all along." I spit.

"You're overreacting. I like you, Y/n." Harry steps closer to me.

"You know what 'Mr. Chosen one' You won't put a label on us and make us official so you can go around snogging all the girls you want. But I will no longer be an option to you. Go to Ginny for some attention." I turn on my heel, about to storm off.

"Y/n... wait! I... I love you..." My heart drops and I freeze. I don't even turn around to look at him as I speak.

"If you have to pick between me and her, pick her. If you truly loved me, she wouldn't be in the picture."

"Y/n..."

"You wouldn't have put yourself in a position to lose me." I turn one more time to look at the panicking boy.

"Y/n!! Wait!!"

"Goodbye, Harry." With poison in my voice I storm off.

I can't stop the tears that blur my vision. I let my heart take over and lead me somewhere in the castle. I find myself at the astronomy tower.

That's when it hits me. The sobs bust out, I slam against the wall beside the railing and sink to a sitting position. The sobs wrack my body violently. I clutch at my chest, the tightness suffocating.

I scratch at my arms to see if this is real. To feel something. Anything. I hear footsteps and quickly attempt to collect myself. I calm my breathing and my sobs subside for a second, hastily wiping my eyes I brace for a teacher catching me out past curfew.

"Y/n...." Draco.

"You were right, okay?" My voice is cold steel. I speak without looking up. "Is that what you want to hear? You were right, Okay?" My voice cracks on the last word and I curse myself.

The tall boy is silent as he sits beside me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I lose it.

The pain hits my body again, and I convulse violently as I sob into the silent mans chest. He just sits there and holds me, running my back. My tears soak his quidditch jersey. He pulls away from me for a second to remove some of the hard padding of the uniform.

"It's more comfortable now." He pulls me back against him and my body weight drops against him.

As my sobs slowly subside, a question pops into my head.

"Draco?" My voice is snotty and shaky.

"Yes?"

"Why are you here?" He pauses, thinking over his answer.

"I cannot tell you now. With time, all will make sense. I promise." He lays his chin atop my head and I sit there, leaning against him, looking at the stars. I gain enough strength to slowly sit up, and he helps me. My eyes are puffy and tears continue streaming down my face.

Cold fingers cup my face, his palm warm. I subconsciously lean into my warmth and accept it, as he thumbs my tears away.

"He..." My voice cracks.

"I heard everything. I'm sorry, Y/n." I shake my head.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I... didn't want to."

"You don't have to apologize. I know, it's okay." I look down in my lap, where my fingers are fidgeting. Seeing the ring Harry got me two christmases ago, I feel my heart drop.

"He gave that to you, didn't he?" Draco asks, seeing my gaze fall. I nod.

Suddenly a burst of rage enters my system. How DARE he?

I slowly stand up, feeling Dracos eyes on me. I pull the ring off my finger, analyzing the silvery color. I envelope it in my fist, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, tilting my head towards the stars. Opening my eyes I read my arm back and throw the ring as far as I can off the tower. The silver glints in the moonlight and I feel a weight lifted off of my shoulders.

"Better?" Draco asks, a small smile evident in his voice.

"Much."