The Prank Shop (Draco X Reader)

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On Sunday, at late night, we all snuck out and pulled pranks in every room. We held in laughs, and walked quickly, and carefully, all the way back to the Gryffindor Tower. I slipped into bed, and dozed off. 

I woke up, and brushed my red hair quickly. After I was fully dressed, I ran down into breakfast. I quickly ate, then did all my lessons. The teachers were furious about the pranks and tricks, and they were unforgiving the full lesson. Of course they knew Fred and George had something to do with it, but they had no idea about me. 

At dinner that night, Oliver  tapped me on the shoulder. He looked nervous, and I raised my eyebrow slightly. "Hi, uh, this is gonna sound weird, but would you want to go to Hogsmeade on Saturday?" he said to me. I looked at my friends, who all looked like they approved and nothing was wrong with it.

"Of course. See you then," I smiled at him. 

I knew it wasn't like Oliver to be nervous, because when he came round in Summer, he was definitely not the shy type. He walked off, back to his seat. George stared at me, laughing slightly. Fred looked pissed, but only as the joke way. That was just the type who they were: fake overprotective but really they didn't mind. 

{Time skip}

That Saturday, I wore a soft, red hoodie and a pair of ripped, super-skinny jeans. I put on my light amount of makeup and put my hair into a messy bun. I walked down into the common room, and saw Oliver waiting. He grabbed my arm, and walked me down to the carriages. We took one to Hogsmeade, and eventually got there. We went to grab a butterbeer, and talked about everything and nothing. I eventually got to know him, and we realised it was getting dark after hours of talking.

We walked back, the cold air breezing through my hair. When I got back that night, Hermione told me to tell her everything. So, I did. She squealed in delight, and pulled me in for a hug. "I liked the night, but I don't think I like him," I admitted. She pulled away, and stared at me.

"Well, you can't play with his emotions. You have to make it clear," she nodded.

I agreed, and told her I'd do it tomorrow. I went to sleep, and woke up early the next morning. I got dressed and ready, then walked down to the common room. Surprisingly, Oliver was there. He was with some members from Quidditch, so I called him over. "What's up?" he said.

"Look, last night was fun, and it was great. But I'm not interested in you like that. But, we can still stay friends," I whispered.

"No, I don't wanna be friends. I was only interested in one way. And I don't want to have a crush on my 'friend', I'm sorry," he snapped.

(OKAY OKAY I KNOW HOW SHORT THIS IS BUT I'M UPDATING 2 MORE STORIES RN EEEE)