We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

101| Hidden Clues

Y/N POV

Weeks passed swiftly and I had started my mini private investigation around the middle of January. Nothing much to discover yet but I had found out that Draco always went to the room of requirements for his workout stuff. A little odd, I would say. Why would he need to do the workout in a secret room? There were many other places to do it which surely wouldn't raise anyone's suspicion.

He got busier when we reached the first week of February, leaving me with a lot more me time that I wasn't fond of so much right now. I missed the days where we could easily stroll anywhere around Hogwarts together, skipping class for a secret mini-date to Hogsmeade or we could just snuggle in bed until dinner time without worrying about something such as a workout routine. However, I couldn't do anything about it, he seemed to be very invested to do his mysterious exercise that nothing could stop him from going.

Luckily, I had Hermione who needed help with her crush problem to kill my time for now. Even though spying at Ron and Lavender was an absolute resemblance of execration, I didn't have much of a choice because anything else appeared to be rather boring and somehow, the idea of being alone in my shared room with Draco didn't fascinate the anti-social part of myself anymore; I just wanted more affection from him yet he was constantly away.

Meanwhile, Ron never showed any positive sign in regards to noticing Hermione's feeling; it seemed like he was blinded by the love he developed for the purple twit. The friendship he had with Hermione was kind of affected by it as he got closer and more attached to his girlfriend, and I didn't want to have this feeling in my heart but still, I somewhat envied them. They could do literally anything they ever wanted although it looked disgusting to other people.

What I was trying to imply was I never wished to have this much of me time for myself, instead, my selfish self desired a nearest and dearest time with my own fiance.

During the past few weeks, I had several encounters with Harry in the corridor. We still didn't talk but the air between us had become less tense than before. I didn't think he still fancied me in any way because I saw him with Ginny, staring at each other in a loving gaze. I would be happy for them if they would end up being a thing. Ginny helped me much with girls stuff even when she, herself, was having a problem with his boyfriend Dean. Between Dean and Harry, I would say that Harry was a better guy for her.

Harry was fairly a good guy. He respected us, ladies, with no exception; no blood supremacy involved which was something my Draco needed to follow as an example. Harry wasn't a racist and Draco was. It caused people to assume me to be a racist since I started dating him and they would be even more disappointed if they knew the truth that I turned down the wizard saint, Mr Potter to be with the bully Malfoy.

However, I supposed this was what my life was planned to be. Just like what my biological grandpa said, and probably our parents would also think the same.

A pure-blood is born to be with another pure-blood.

This might not apply to every pure-blood but I believed that this statement unquestionably applied to me as the last one of the Richards.

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Lunch was over and Draco missed it again. I had forgotten when was the last time we had lunch together. It was probably weeks ago, perhaps during the first week of January when we were so clingy to each other after the big fight. Funny how things changed in only a few weeks.

I was deep in my thought while my legs kept moving, leaving the great hall to go to I didn't know where. I hadn't decided what I was going to do in my free time before Slughorn's class. I had potions in 2 hours which gave me quite a lot of time to be bored and frankly, I could actually use this time to cuddle and talk with Draco if only he was free.