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Draco Malfoy ~ Requested by JulzLovDraco4Eva

A/N: I'm back at it again with the writing! Didn't think you'd see me so soon did ya? Okay, so the lovely JulzLovDraco4Eva has requested another one-shot. This time it's Harry Potter time! It will be a Draco Malfoy x Reader Insert. Without further ado.... let's go.

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"I'm sorry?" You hadn't been paying attention. You couldn't help it though. Your sister, Hermione, had a tendency to ramble.... a lot, and it made it hard to keep up with every word she said. It wasn't that you weren't competent enough to keep up - she might have had the better grades but you weren't dull - it was just that you couldn't bring yourself to care. You weren't really a rambler. You measured your words. You were concise and calculating. When you spoke, it was for a reason. Ron always liked to joke that you should have been put in Ravenclaw or Slytherin instead of Gryffindor like the rest of them. A lot of people thought that about you.

You were the twin to famously intelligent Hermione Granger. You were quieter than her, less friendly than her, dumber than her, weaker than her. On second thought, you should have been put in Hufflepuff.

That was obviously a lie. All of it. For several reasons.

Firstly, because you believed that Hufflepuff was not the "nice" house or the "leftover" house.  For Godric's sake, their most valued traits were loyalty and hard work. The world needed more of that. The world also needed more kindness and if Hufflepuffs were the ones to bring it then that made them the strongest house in your book. To choose to be good and kind was a hard thing to do, especially in a cruel world such as this. It wasn't easy but you guessed that's where the Hufflepuff's hard work came into play.

No, you were not a Hufflepuff, but that didn't mean you didn't respect the crap out of them.

Secondly, they had got you all wrong. You were an introvert, not a psychopath. Just because you weren't singing from the rooftops or always wearing a wide grin - which really was only something socially insecure people did to reassure everyone that they weren't angry - didn't mean that you weren't a nice person. You had friends. You had good grades. You were not weak.

You like to think that is why the sorting hat put you in Gryffindor. Not because you were outwardly brave or some thrill-seeker that liked throwing themselves off cliffs, but because you had defiance in you. You didn't let people label you, and honestly? You were a lot more spiteful than people gave you credit for. In fact, that was probably one of your number one motivators.

Y/n, don't touch that. Well, now you have to touch it.

Y/n, don't talk to that person. They're weird. "Hello, new best friend."

Y/n, you should study more. That mostly came from your sister. Well, turns out you didn't like studying very much. And, oops, you just spent the entire day finishing your novel rather than preparing for your astronomy test. It was fine. You passed anyway.

"Y/n!" Your sister snapped and you were forced to turn your attention back to her. She shoots you a look of annoyance. "You're a tart. You weren't even listening, were you?"

"Course I was. You said, 'oh my lovely sister, Y/n, how do I even compare to such beauty, to such grace, to such' - oof!" Hermione had slapped you over the head with her charms textbook. Unfortunate for your head, it was a rather large and heavy textbook. You moaned.

"Ah, ah, ah," Hermione tsks, "You brought that on yourself, Y/n. Spouting atrocities, slandering my good name."

"Wanker," You hiss through your teeth but there's a smile starting to form there. There's a hint of one on Hermione's face as well. "So, Darling, what were you saying then?"