We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

51| Secret

Y/N POV

Things had gotten a lot better for me because of Draco. I was still in a bad term with Harry and Ron, and perhaps the rest of the school. They all thought that I was blaming Harry for my parents' death but the truth was the opposite. I kind of felt bad for what I said to Harry in the Quidditch pitch. I was in a rage and couldn't control what was coming out of my mouth. However, I shrugged the thoughts away cause I got bigger problems here and there.

Ever since Umbridge was appointed as a high inquisitor for Hogwarts, she had made dozens of new rules that were just complete nonsense. Even Draco was furious about one specific rule. Originally, boys and girls were forbidden to be seen as close as 6 inches which no one seemed to care cause we could literally saw people snogging in every corner of the corridor. Umbridge changed that and made it to be 8 inches minimum. The worst part was she liked people to follow her rule and now we couldn't even spot a couple walking through the corridor. How unbelievable.

She even wanted to take my private room away so I would get separated from Draco cause it obviously broke the 8 inches rule. She seemed to forget that my late parents had sponsored the school to get me a private room which means she was also living happily because of the money from my family. However, things were settled now, all thanks to Draco's dad. We still got our room and even though it was a misuse of authority, I felt good about it.

A decree about not allowing student creating any organisation without the approval of Umbridge was being announced about a month ago. It wasn't a big problem for me, I just wished that she would make a decree about banning Quidditch. Speaking of which, I heard Harry was banned for the lifetime from playing Quidditch. No clear reason as to why, but that definitely shocked the Gryffindor's team. They had always won the game because of Harry.

"You sure you don't wanna see me practising?" Draco asked.

"Never been so sure, I hate Quidditch," I replied confidently while arranging the clothes in my wardrobe.

"But I want you to see me so that I won't have to worry about unexpected things," he whined, casually hugging me from behind.

"I have promised you about that Draco."

"Come on Y/N, it's just a short practice. 30 minutes only," he pleaded.

In the end, I went to the Quidditch pitch with him because he wouldn't stop hugging and whining to me. 30 minutes my ass. I had been here for approximately 2 hours, only accompanied by some sweets Draco bought for me on our latest date to Hogsmeade. What a boring day to live as a Quidditch enthusiast's girlfriend.

"It's been 2 hours! I'm going back now!" I shouted, not caring if none of the players would hear. I was done wasting my time watching people flying in the air.

On my way back to the common room, I passed by Astoria and Daphne. They kind of looked down at me at the moment. Oh, they had started to turn into their mom. Family traits surely couldn't be avoided.

"Why are you staring at me?" I sneered.

"I'm not," Daphne denied.

"Actually Y/N, we're looking for Draco. We knocked on your door but no one answered," Astoria spoke calmly.

"Why are you looking for him?" I questioned. "And it's Malfoy, by the way. You two are nothing to him."

"You ought not to know," Daphne scoffed.

"Well, actually I do. I'm his girlfriend and we share everything."

They stayed in silence and we were suddenly hosting a staring contest in the empty corridor. If only I could just take out those nasty eyes right here.

"Babe, why did you leave?" Draco's voice coming from behind me.

"Stop staring at my girlfriend you dimwits!" He yelled. "Damn it, do I have to keep you away from girls too now? Why you gotta be so pretty Y/N?"

"Draco, our mother wants to meet you tomorrow," Astoria blurted, bluntly calling him by his name. Dummy.

"What's this muppet calling me again Y/N?" He growled.

"She'll meet you–"

"Can't you take the hint? I'm not interested in whatever your bloody mother wants to say to me!" He snapped. "And stay away from me and my girlfriend."

We left them being dumbfounded shortly. I was just surprised that the idiot lady still had the courage to ask him to meet her. However, I couldn't stop myself from being curious about what she wanted to talk to him tomorrow. He wasn't going, obviously, and I didn't want him to go either. Perhaps it was just another afternoon tea invitation for Christmas which would be weird. Let's just keep it that way.

"Are you really not going to see the baboon lady tomorrow?" I asked once we reached our room. Turned out I couldn't hold my curiosity just yet.

"No darling, you'll be mad," he chuckled.

"I won't."

"Well, I'm not taking any risk," he shrugged.

•••

It had been a month since I last talked to either Harry and Ron. Hermione kept telling me that Harry didn't mean to bring my parents up in our last argument in the Quidditch pitch. To be frank, I had already forgotten about the bickering because Draco was trying his best to make me forget about it and it seemed to work. I told Hermione that I wanted to hear it coming straight from his mouth, not hers. Did she forget that being a messenger sucked?

"This is upsetting me so much. Harry is being a scaredy-cat and you're just very stubborn," Hermione groaned on our way to the library.

I rolled my eyes at her, ignoring what she said to me earlier. Yes, maybe I was a stubborn girl but that didn't make me have the obligation to talk to Harry first. He was the one who brought my parents in this matter, not me.

"Yeah Y/N, I know you would never listen to anything I say," she sighed. "Anyway, how's your hand?"

"Can we not talk about this? People can hear."

We found ourselves somewhere to sit in the library. Hermione put her books on the table for light reading, she claimed, while I just took out a small note and a feather quill to write.

"Anyway, I'm going to Paris for the new year," I smiled. "Mr Boyfriend wants to spend 1 whole month travelling with me, isn't he sweet, Hermione?"

"You let him use his power to extend the holiday yet you still have to deal with Umbridge's detention? I don't know if that's smart or just dumb," she shook her head in disbelief.

"We've talked about that," I mumbled.

I looked down at the note I was writing. Actually, I thought about telling Draco this morning when he spotted some bloodstains on the bedsheets. I was terrified at first, he could've found out right at that moment. However, my brain suddenly came up with a reasonable excuse in just a few seconds. I told him it was my period and he didn't have to worry about that.

"He almost found out," I blurted, still writing on my note.

"Almost?"

"It bled again when I was asleep."

"What bled?" I jolted in seconds as soon as I heard the low voice of my boyfriend coming from above me. He placed both his hands on the table, caging me.

"Girls thing," Hermione answered for me. I was glad that she was still on my side even though she wanted him to know badly.

"I'm not asking you, you fil–"

"All right. I gotta go, Hermione, have to tame a child," I got up out of a sudden to stop Draco from saying rude things towards her.

We exited the library to go back to our room. He kept asking me what bled although Hermione had answered that earlier. Why was he so demanding?

"What bled Y/N? Should we go to the hospital?"

Maybe we should.

"It's that time of the month, Hermione literally answered that in the library."