Draco x Reader

Chapter 8 : A Date

Tuesday had flown by, and Wednesday came slow. I was anxious about my 'date' with Cedric. Even Snape could tell.

"Miss Priest, something.... bothering you?"

"No sir, apologies."

"Lying in class?"

"Sorry, sir. It's silly. I should be focused on class." I smiled and took a sip of the anxiety potion I had made the other day. Draco was irritated all class because he could tell I was nervous.

"He's just some stupid Hufflepuff."

"Shush."

"I mean, why are you even nervous? You're out of his league."

"Wow Draco, it almost sounds as though you're trying to compliment me."

"Compliment? No. Statement of apparent facts."

"It's not like he's bad looking or rude."

"You could do better."

"Nothing better has expressed its interest in me. I mean I'm not interested in that Miles kid, and other than that no one has asked me out."

Draco was quiet, "Is that all you need? To be asked?"

"Well, yeah."

"Okay. Noted."

I looked at him quizzically, but he looked away.

After class, I went straight to my dorm to change. I grabbed a cream brown pleated skirt, a white long sleeved shirt, and a white sweater vest. I also grabbed some white sneakers. I looked in my mirror, pretty confident in the fit, and then went to my bathroom and brushed my hair and put some mascara on. There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Gus."

"Come in!"

Gus came in, "Hey, just checking in— woah. You look... really good."

"You think? Should I change?"

"No, you look great. I came to say that if you want someone to pull you out, just text me to feed your cat and I'll call you in a panic or something."

"Wow. That's so nice, thank you."

"Of course, just stay safe. I trust Cedric, but guys suck."

"Amen. Hand me that hair tie."

He handed me a white scrunchie, and I put it on my wrist. I grabbed my cute white bag, and put in a few essentials and my phone, as well as the pocket edition of Looking for Alaska.

"Text me when you get back to your dorm so I can get the highlights and know you're safe, okay?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Gus."

"Okay, good."

There was another knock, "Come in!"

It was Cedric, he was wearing an old pair of jeans and a pale yellow sweater, "Hey, sorry Imma bit early."

"You're all good, I was just talking to Gus about Alina, my cat." I went to the corner and picked her up, handing her to Gus, "Anything happens to her, I'll kick your ass."

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay, let's go."

Cedric led me towards the quidditch field, and he was telling me about how excited he was, and then about the quidditch team.

"Okay, so, I'm a tad beloved by the kitchen staff, so I do get pull with them."

"...okay?" I said.

He led me to the bottom of the field, where a small picnic blanket was set up, along with a small wicker basket.

"Wow, don't I feel special."

"You are, now, I know you're vegetarian, so I packed for it, everything is meat free."

"Wow, that's really thoughtful. Thank you," we were sitting down, "So, whats up?"

"Well right now, I'm having a picnic with a cute girl, but earlier today I just went to my classes, so..."

"Wow, same. Except I am the girl."

Cedric chucked, and handed me a muffin. I sat on the blanket, and extended my legs, crossing my ankles. I took a bite into the muffin and did a little happy dance with my feet. Cedric was giggling.

"What?"

"You're just really cute."

"Awww, thanks. So, have you ever read Hamlet?"

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"I had a lot of fun, we should maybe... do it again sometime."

Cedric leaned on my dorm's door, "Yeah, that'd be really nice. Maybe next time I can get a goodbye hug?"

"You can get one this time." I smiled and gave him a big embrace. I went to let go, and gave me one, final squeeze.

"I'll see you tomorrow, have a nice night, Y/N."

"Night, Cedric." I smiled and watched him leave. I then texted Gus.

Gus practically ran to my room, he was already in pajamas (black plaid bottoms and a white sweatshirt).

"So, he's great, super nice, amazing, so why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do I feel... unsure? Like i'm guilty..."

"I think it's Draco. You feel like you betrayed Draco."

"But I'm not dating Draco."

"Yeah, but he wishes you were."

"Does he though? Pansy Parkinson exists."

"I'm fairly certain Pansy is a closeted lesbian who thinks Draco looks like a butch Ellen."

I started cracking up, "Oh my fricking god, Gus."

"I'm just being honest."

"But like, I dunno. He hasn't said anything."

"Exactly. Not one dick-ish thing."

"Well... he's a bit rude at times. But that's just him."

"Well, madame Casanova, I think you should go to bed. It's been a big day for you.