Harry Potter Oneshots (x Readers)

(Draco x Fem!Huf!Reader) Fireworks

requested by @hufflepuff_potato

I'm in the crowd, sitting in one of the stands waiting for someone to win. The long wait makes me nervous, but I have a feeling he'll win. After all, it's just a maze. I mean minus the scream and-

I sink into my seat. For all I know, he could be dead, dying, or suffering. That's my big bro in the midst of any possible danger with no supervision whatsoever. In fact, I wouldn't be too surprised if we didn't attend Hogwarts anymore.

There are several things wrong with the school anyway. For starters, it's the one place he is targeting because OH HEY THE BOY WHO LIVED ATTENDS THE SCHOOL. The past few years were chaos as well. A damn basilisk came out in the second year. Another is that most teachers are shit. We had Professor Quirrell, Lockhart, Moody, who just arrived, and Snape, who's still here. Ugh, Snape. Despite the complaints we've all given, he's somehow still here. The headmaster's a quack.

I take my parents' hands; we're all worried. Finally, figures emerge. Someone's won- no, there are two people. I see my Gryffindor and my house colours. I stand up and cheer in happiness, excitement, and relief, but it all ends when I hear the words, "Diggory's dead!"

I'm met with a terrible sight. Potter's on the floor, Ced across his lap, unmoving. I immediately rush over to hold my unconscious brother in pathetic hope he may still be alive, pushing Potter over. Mom and dad are with me. I look over to the only other one previously with my brother and walk over. My hands grip his sweater.

"What the hell did you do?" I ask in a low tone.

He says nothing, possibly in shock, but I can't process a thing other than my brother that no longer breathes, whose heart no longer beats, and a mind that no longer thinks. It finally hits me, and I cry without a care for anyone around me.

He realises the question I've just asked and simply says, "Voldemort."

I laugh hysterically in his face, unbelieving, tears still streaming down. My grip tightens as the rest simply lets the situation unfold. They know what's coming.

"Idiot! Did you kill him?"

He shakes his head, and I shake him.

"You expect that with your reputation, that with all the batshit crazy things you've brought, it's impossible to think that you've killed him?"

He seems to properly snap into reality and pushes me off angrily.

"You think I want this?! You think I like being chased by some fucker obsessed with power?!"

Unable to see with any kind of sense, I sucker punch him then leave to my dorm. No one tried to stop me or anything. No one moves nor speaks as I go. Great school, great teachers, great students.

I stayed alone in the dorms for the rest of the time spent at school, an elf giving me my food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I received several letters sorry for my loss. It was a kind gesture, and I wrote back my "Thank you"s to each, but it felt like wounds being reopened by a rusty knife then having salt and lemon rubbed into it.

I got a couple of visits as well, but I constantly snapped. My closest friends - heck, my parents - gave me space because I thought I needed it, but I didn't want to trouble them with my grief when I saw I actually needed someone. The most surprising would be Malfoy, but that was going to happen a few minutes later.

I was in bed, crying next to a plate of food that was supposed to be for lunch and my brother's picture. I could barely eat or sleep, so I just wallowed in my misery. That was most of my days. My roommates were out, and suddenly, there was a knock on my door. It seemed a bit restrained. I took my wand, a bit away from me, and opened the door.