I walk swiftly to the Great Hall, itching to get out of my dormitory, and head to breakfast. I don't have friends in my own house, and Draco Malfoy teases me at any chance he gets. Once I enter, I scan the Hall for my friends and brother. I spot them sitting at the closer end of the Gryffindor table. My face instantly lights up at the sight of people who are kind to me. I slide onto the bench next to my best friend Hermione Granger across from my twin brother Harry and Ron Weasley. I am a Slytherin, but I sit at the Gryffindor table so often that no one questions it anymore.
"Hello," I greet them simply. Hermione smiles, Ron waves, but Harry stays indifferent. I notice his facial expression now, he looked very annoyed and angry. "What's got your wand in a knot?" I ask him.
"He's still trying to tell us that Malfoy is a death eater," Hermione answered, making Harry scowl,
"Because he is, Hermione," Harry said irritably.
"I'm not sure, Harry. I mean, he is a git, but don't you think death eater is a little extreme?" I questioned.
"That's what I said!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Come on, y/n! We saw him go into that dark magic shop, and that time where he wouldn't let Madam Malkin fix the robes on his arm. That's because of his dark mark!" Harry explained.
"Eh, it's a creepy shop, he's a creepy bloke," Ron said, shrugging. I chuckled a little and shook my head at his comment.
"Harry, you're being ridiculous," I said, turning my attention back to my brother. He scoffed, and glared at his plate. I pursed my lips, and turned my attention back to my plate. Suddenly there was a loud bang behind us, and in seconds I was standing on the bench with my ash wood wand in hand, looking for the source of the noise.
"A bit jumpy, aren't we?" I heard a deep, humorous voice say beside me. I scowled, and turned to look at the entrance to the Hall. There I saw a tall, young man with platinum blonde hair, and grey-blue eyes.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I snapped.
"Just having a little fun. Is there a problem?" His signature smirk was coating his features. He stepped closer to me, and I glared. He took that as a challenge, and was soon barely two feet away, but I stood my ground.
"Yes, there is a problem. Your idea of 'fun' is often not amusing to anyone but you. Right now is a perfect example of that," I sassed, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Ah, well it's too bad we disagree. I would have liked to have spoken with you," he said calmly. His smirk was gone, though his eyes still glittered with amusement.
"About what might I ask?" I pressed. I took a small step forward as did he.
"You'll see," he mumbled as he pushed past me to get to the Slytherin table. His shoulder hit mine, and I felt his hand swiftly dip into my pocket. He turned back and smirked at me while I just glared. I sat back down next to my friends as people around us began to exit the hall.
"What was that all about?" Ron asked, staring after Malfoy.
"He was just messing with me as usual," I lied. I really wasn't sure what had happened between us, but I knew Malfoy was being exceptionally odd. I slid my hand in the pocket of my robes that Malfoy had touched. I felt something, and clasped my hand around it. It was a small scrap of parchment. I desperately wanted to see what it was specifically, but couldn't take it out for fear of Hermione or the boys seeing it. I was worried they might go after Malfoy, and get themselves into trouble. I told myself I would tell them later if it was nothing bad. Curiosity took over my senses, and I dismiss myself to go to my first class. Instead, I went right outside the doors of the Great Hall, removed the sheet of paper, and read the tilted handwriting:
Meet me in the library at 8:30 tonight. Don't be late.
I giggled slightly at the name he called me. I then debated whether or not to go. After a moment, I decided I could do with an adventure. As if being a Potter wasn't adventurous enough. I chuckled to myself, and started walking to my first class.
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The Girl Who Lived (Draco x Reader)Fanfiction
Y/n Potter is just your average witch. She lives with her twin brother, Harry, in their evil aunt and uncle's house; their cousin, Dudley, is a fat git, who often faces the wrath of y/n's brilliant insults. Y/n and Harry are similar in many ways, bu...