Potters Girl (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Year Six, Chapter One

*START OF YEAR SIX*
Bloody hell, Y/n! No, you should not forgive him! Has he actually apologized to you? I don't understand you sometimes. If i were you, I'd hold a grudge for the rest of your damn life!
Forgetting that bloke, how has your summer been? I'm sorry I've been infrequent with my letters recently. I've been super busy with things.
I can't wait to see you at school this year. Not that I'd admit this but I miss your annoying ass.
Best regards,
Draco Malfoy

I shake my head. 'SoRrY fOr tHe LaTe ReSpOnSe' it's only been... oh... I don't know... a month! Ugh. He's right... Harry hasn't apologized yet. Well... that might be my fault. I've been avoiding him. Ginny and I are getting better, but I've spent my summer mostly with the twins and Hermione. Oh and Ron, of course.

Mrs. Weasley even taught me how to knit!! And I've picked up the hobby of baking. I've been trying to distract myself from the dread of the next year all summer. It's been... peaceful.

Hey dummy.
I missed your letters. I've been learning how to knit recently! Maybe I'll knit you a scarf or something! I have been avoiding Harry too much for him to apologize. He went back to the Dursley's for a period of time. He likes riding the trains, and if i know Harry Potter that's exactly what he's doing. Maybe if he tries to apologize Ill hear him out.
I don't know. Anyway, I miss my favorite dumb blond. :)
Love
(y/n)(y/L/n)

'Love' ?? Might be too upfront. Friend love. Yeah. That's it!

"When did Harry get back?" I hear Ginny ask downstairs. I poke my head over the railing at the same time as Ron.

"Harry?"

"Yes nosy's! He's in the house somewhere."

"Harry!" Mrs Weasley seems to have found him. Hermione, Ron, and I walk downstairs.

"Hey.." He looks at me as I talk.

"Hi." He stutters out.

An awkward silence ensues.

"You've got.. yeah." Ron says to Hermione, pointing out toothpaste on her lip. The tension between them has been weird lately.

The midnight air rushes in my window in a breeze and I sigh. Throwing on Dracos sweater for warmth, I walk outside. After clambering onto the Weasleys flying car, I look at the stars as the memory of how I got this sweater comes back.

"Y/n! You're shivering. I told you to bring a jacket." Draco chastises me as we sit under a tree by the black lake, the moon shining on the ripping water.

"I'm fine, stupid." I bite back.

"Ugh. Take this. You'll freeze to death otherwise." I sigh as he stands and pulls his sweater off. The bottom of the green and silver sweater drags his shirt up with it and I get a glimpse of his slightly toned mid section and the V of his hips. My eyes widen at the sight.

"Like what you see, eh, (y/L/n)." He smirks at me.

"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy." And with that we laugh and I cuddle into the slytherin sweater.

"Y/n..." A voice snaps me out of my daydream and the smile leaves my face.

"Harry." The raven haired boy sits beside me and I study him. He's matured, that I can see. Physically, but also mentally it seems. After Cedric and everything that's happened he had been acting different. Going back to the Dursley's to ride the trains, it seemed like an escape. He had been trying to apologize but I was shutting him out.