Potter? || Draco Malfoy x Reader

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I spent my summer with the Inkwood's again.

We didn't do much over the break. Luna spent some time at Wren's house, too, but we barely left it. I still had nightmares every other night, reminding me of that awful night in the ministry way too many times.

They both understood; I really didn't think I could have asked for a better company during this time. I was beyond grateful to both of them.

And I was starting to feel better now, ready to get back to Hogwarts and get my mind off of things, instead of moping around in sweatpants and a jumper all day.

Of course, we ended up almost missing the Hogwarts Express completely. It wasn't news that Wren's family was absolutely lovely, though they didn't have a sense for time management at all.

That's why we kissed the idea of our own compartment goodbye right away, instead searching for a space in the carriages, and ending up at a table with Blaise and Draco.

A few hours in, Wren's loud laughter echoed through the whole carriage, making a few of the other students turn around irritated, shooting us dirty glares and mumbling to each other.

"Merlin, Inkwood, can you just take it down, like, ten notches?" Parkinson hissed, her head snapping in our direction with an annoyed look on her face. The brunette was sat on the neighbouring table to our right; sharing it with Crabbe and Goyle.

Amused, I rolled my eyes, scoffing at her reaction but not saying anything in return.

"Merlin, Parkinson," Wren mocked her, mimicking her facial expression and body language as she did so. "Why don't you just go back to enjoying your stimulating conversation with dumb and dumber?" She asked sarcastically before shooting both Crabbe and Goyle a quick look. "No offence," She clarified, though there was definitely some taken.

"You're feisty today," The blonde next to me noticed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her. "Anything to do with your better half not being here?" A smirk formed on his face as the words left his mouth, a challenging tone in his voice.

She scoffed, and I watched, amused, as she tried to act like she didn't even care. "No," She said. "I'm perfectly capable of spending time without my girlfriend, thank you very much," Her brows were furrowed slightly as she spoke.

"Please," Blaise chimed in, his eyebrows raised, and a smile on his lips. "I'm surprised you're not helping her handing out that weird newspaper of hers yourself."

Wren's head shot in his direction, a threatening expression forming on her face. "I dare you to call it that again, Zabini," She mumbled, glaring right at him. He swallowed thickly, leaning back in his chair slightly; the sight making me huff in amusement.

"Guys, please," I intervened once I realised Blaise was actually about to repeat his words. "Let's not bully Wren for being in love." A sigh escaped my lips as I remembered the conversation Draco and I had.

He didn't tell me he loved me, of course. Though, hearing a Malfoy say "I care about you," and genuinely mean it must account for something.

He and I haven't spoken about what happened since. We didn't avoid each other, and we spent time with each other like we always had, but then it was break. And it just didn't come up again.

Wren nodded vigorously in agreement before looking at me with a smirk forming on her lips.

"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you, Y/n?" She teased, resulting in a rather harsh kick to her shin. "Ouch," She yelped, though the smirk was right back on her face when she looked back and forth between Draco and me, her eyebrows raised.