Sigh, Teenagers | Harry Potter various x Reader

Week one

Disclaimer: I described Slytherins as less than pleasant like twice in here. I swear it's only for the story, I'm literally Slytherin myself, don't murder me.

Y/N was going to poison Draco Malfoy. She was going to brew up an inedible, brat-murdering, corrupted Calming draught, and Malfoy would take one sip of it and pass away. Merlin! His father was REALLY going to hear about this. Y/N would be sent to Azkaban to wilt away in a cell simply because she was horrible at potions. She shivered at the thought, causing Harry to send her a look from his desk. How he wished he could find some way to talk to the girl. Whether to comfort her or express his anger, he had no idea.

The shell shocked girl stared wide-eyed and with a mouth so large she could compete with the Basilisk in unhinging its jaw. She felt panic, fear, anxiety, and many more rattle through her sad bones in the form of a chill down her spine. There was no other place to look other than at the daddy's boy himself.

Snape had moved on calling partners in his usual lifeless manner, but Y/N was still stuck on Draco.

The blonde only shot an icy glare in his future partner's direction before focusing on his parchment. The longer Y/N gawked, the more baffled she became. Rather than settling in and processing, the information ransacked her brain. Draco Malfoy was going to be her partner. THE Draco Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy who hated her and her friends with a burning passion, ignored the girl for four years, purposely bumped into her in the hallways just to knock her over, and convinced the entire Slytherin house to pretend she wasn't alive. The same Draco Malfoy who was positively fuming to the point where Y/N thought his book would burn and shrivel to ashes with how he glowered at it.

But perhaps Y/N too would be the next to combust. For the girl sitting just behind the prince of Slytherin was eyeing Y/N like she had just killed her pet owl and thrown its carcass at her. Horrified. Yet so extremely, undeniably pissed. Maybe her father would also hear about this. Y/N could never be too sure when it came to those pureblood Slytherins.

"Pssst...Hermione," she whispered.

"What?" Hermione snapped, sounding quite annoyed that her precious learning time was being interrupted.

"Who's that?" Y/N asked, pointing subtly to the girl who had yet to stop attacking her with a sharp death glare.

"That's Pansy Parkinson,"

"Yes, alright, but any idea why she's trying to bury me six feet under with just her eyes?"

So Y/N was sort of out of the loop when it came to anyone and everyone outside of her close friends and a good portion of the Gryffindor house, but could you blame her? The poor girl just wanted to cozy up in her bed with a good muggle book in her lap.

"She's fancied Draco since forever. Really how oblivious can you be?"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for squabbling during a lesson," Snape drawled from across the classroom.

Y/N heard a few groans, quite a loud one from Ron too, and immediately shrunk into herself. Oops. "Sorry," she whispered to a less than pleased Hermione.

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Y/N was beyond stressed. Maybe that was why she was slouching dejectedly on the old wooden table aside the crackling fire of the Hogwarts kitchen in the middle of the night. The girl could've cared less about her weight or how unladylike she looked while she stuffed one strawberry after another into her mouth like some sort of fruit gremlin. The nearby house elves said nothing but did but bring another bowl of the crimson fruit.