Harry Potter Oneshot!

secret 🥀 draco x reader

⚠️ didnt re read⚠️

As you sat on a seat in the common room, a majority of the house cheered. Slytherin had just won a Quidditch match against grifendor, so all the Quidditch-enthusiasts were celebrating. Your best friends, Alyssa Kane and Tricia Walters, were among the celebrating Gryffindors, and were actively trying to encourage you to join in the festivities. You brushed them away, trying to find a point of escape.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to celebrate with your friends or enjoy the win, you just had someplace to be. Though they had lost, you still planned to congratulate your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, on how well he played. You two also had plans to meet after the game, only because you hadn’t been considering the possibility of being swept away as you were.

“Come on, (N/N), why are you in such a sour mood?” Tricia asked, brushing her black hair away from her face. “We won, after all!”

“I know, I was watching the game,” you replied grumpily, leaning back against the couch and crossing your arms. You weren’t usually this sour with your friends, but you had been trying to leave for a while now. They just weren’t getting the memo that you wanted them to leave you be.

“Why’re you so down?” Alyssa wondered, plopping down next to you on the couch. “I saw you talking with Malfoy after the game, has he said something rude?” You lifted your head to look at your friend. They didn’t exactly know you were dating Draco; Alyssa and Tricia hated Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle more than anyone could imagine.

You weren’t exactly sure if it was just the Gryffindor/Slytherin spat, or something else, but they would throw insults at the other group like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t possibly tell your friends about you and Draco’s relationship. Draco agreed, and nobody knew of your relationship.

“Yeah, but I shot back something worse,” you lied, standing from the couch and walking toward the portrait. “I have to go find my brother,” you told them as they shot you quizzical looks. Your younger brother was in Ravenclaw, and you were overly protective of him. They nodded as though they understood, and you stepped out of the common room. As soon as you were out in the hallway, you took off in a run.

You arrived by the entrance of the dungeons quickly, finding Draco and running over to him.

“You played wonderfully,” you told him, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

“We could have done better,” he grumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and leaning down to kiss your forehead. “If stupid Potter hadn’t gotten in the way…”

“Be quiet, you still played fantastically.” You and Draco’s relationship was one built on pure love. You both joked with the other; there were friendly jokes and not-so friendly jokes, but the jokes were always said with the utmost respect, and they were always filled with nothing but love.

The relationship had only one evident flaw: the secrecy. Other than that, you two were hopelessly in love with no worries or problems.

Draco began to lead you down the hall, out in the direction of the Quidditch pitch. You had both come to realize that the Quidditch pitch was deserted when the teams weren’t practicing, so it had become your place to just sit. When you arrived at the pitch, you both laid in the center of the field, staring up at the stars.

“They saw us talking after the game,” you told him as you tried to pick out a constellation in the stars.

“‘They’ as in your incompetent friends, correct?”