Harry Potter Characters x Reader

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Part of him couldn't believe he was back in this bloody bathroom again, confiding in what was possibly Hogwarts' most annoying ghost. And yet.

Myrtle was actually... not so annoying. Maybe she thought he was cute, but then again, from most of the stories, it seemed she found all-boys cute. Regardless, she was one person Draco could safely vent to, seeing as A) this problem would be trivial to her in twenty years and B) the Dark Lord couldn't exactly kill a ghost, no matter how powerful he was. Myrtle had all the time in the world and was very willing to listen to Draco come and complain or cry. She also gave surprisingly comforting advice, even if she couldn't give him any physical comfort.

"...not your fault, he's always sticking his nose into others' businesses." Myrtle's high pitched voice echoed around the tiled room, pulling Draco's thoughts back to the topic at hand.

"Myrtle?" Draco heard a female voice call. Myrtle immediately shut her mouth, and Draco tensed up. The girl came walking into the bathroom and turning the corner to where the rows of toilets were. "Sorry I'm..." Her voiced faded as she finally looked down the aisle.

Draco hoped it was someone he didn't know, but instead found himself slightly surprised. It was Y/N L/N, the only Pureblood of their year to be sorted into Hufflepuff. Draco had always been vaguely aware of her presence– she was Hufflepuff Prefect, and her father worked at the Ministry like his own father. Draco had never had any reason to talk to her though, since they were sorted into opposing houses and young Draco had seen no reason to keep up with her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Y/N started, clutching the book she was holding to her chest. "Normally no one's up here." Draco averted his gaze quickly, looking down. He rubbed his sore and puffy eyes. His pale complexion did not make his panic attacks any easier to hide. Maybe if he continued to look like this all the time, people would stop noticing. Myrtle pushed her fingers together awkwardly as she looked between the two living students. Y/N gulped. "Um... are you alright?" She asked.

Draco let out a short laugh that echoed around the tiled room. "What's it look like?" he sniffed, rolling his eyes. He still didn't make eye contact with her.

Myrtle looked nervously back and forth between her friends as Y/N stepped closer. Y/N perched on the edge of the bench the other side of Draco, who was too tired to tell her to piss off. "Would you like a hug? You look like you could use one."

Draco finally looked over at her with his reddened eyes. "What?"

"I know Myrtle is a good listener," Y/N said gently, "but sometimes a hug is nice. They're scientifically proven to help, you know. I give very good ones."

Draco looked away again, absentmindedly rubbing his arm. This was a very strange encounter and he was quickly getting self conscious. "I think I should just go," he said quietly, his voice catching. He jumps up, grabbing his cloak from beside him, pulling it on as he walks quickly down bathroom hall.

"Malfoy?" Y/N calls just as he's about to turn the corner. He stops short and looks back. "I won't tell anyone. Don't worry."

Draco feels a little surprised. "Thanks," he sighs in relief, then disappears.

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Draco felt like he started to see more of Y/N after that. Slipping through the halls, walking through the dungeons late at night. Despite her Prefect status, she never inquired to where he was going at odd hours, or even attemptted to get him in trouble. The first few times was just awkward eye contact, but then she decided to offer him small smiles. Draco would just nod in acknowledgement, and turn away. He wondered if she was following him, or if he was just more aware of her. It was hard to say.