Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader

Reunion

A/N: Hope you like it <3

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September 1999

Someone up there in the sky hated you. Yes, that must have been it. Someone up there, any of those gods or goddesses the muggles liked to pray to, must have woken up this morning and said to themselves: "You know what? I'm gonna make Y/N's life extra difficult today." At least this was the only real explanation for everything that happened on this awful Friday.

After you woke up two hours late and twisted your ankle on the way to the bathroom by falling over books that were scattered all over the floor, you arrived at the Transfiguration classroom. Obviously, McGonagall couldn't resist on giving you a lecture about discipline and responsibility. She gloriously ended it by handing you back your homework from the day before which didn't exactly receive the best grade.

Damnit. Your parents would be anything but thrilled to see that you failed the very first assignment. Especially since you've never been a bad student. You couldn't keep up with Hermione but still, you were doing fine. However, this was the first week back in school after ... everything happened – and some people thought this called for a celebration that couldn't wait until the weekend. Also, Ginny was really persuasive when it came to partying and so you might have left the party a little too late and drank one too many glasses of firewhiskey.

Tonight there was another one of those parties. You debated whether or not you should go but – once again – Ginny convinced you. Not a good choice because it was rather boring to be honest – and even worse, your friends tried to set you up. Apparently in their world "two years without a boyfriend" meant "dying alone, surrounded by thirty cats". One plus one makes two and your date was Cormac McLaggen. The most awful person they could have picked. Besides, even though you weren't in a serious relationship for quite a while you had dated someone briefly during the summer. In the end, he dumped you in order to get back with his ex but that was another story.

„Y/N? Y/N!"

Speak of the devil.

„Y/L/N!"

You rolled your eyes. He didn't even bother to remember how to pronounce your last name.

„Y/N," he almost sang your name. Man, he was already really wasted.

You heard steps coming closer. Fuck. You sped up, tiptoeing around the next corner. You had gotten rid of your shoes already as you were not used to wearing heels. Besides, bare feet turned fleeing from annoying dates into a much easier task.

"Y/N Y/L/N, where are you?"

You were a little surprised that he remembered your last name but the thought left your head quickly when you finally found what you were looking for – a tiny storage closet. You sent a quick prayer to all the muggle gods you could think of and hoped it wasn't locked since you left your wand in your coat downstairs. You grabbed the doorknob and turned it and – the door opened.

"Yes!", you whispered and quickly slipped inside. When the door fell shut you flinched, hoping McLaggen didn't hear it.

He didn't. Apparently he was way too drunk to hear or realize anything at all and so you heard his steps pass the small room and fade away eventually. Relieved, you let out a sigh and leaned back against the cold stone wall. A few more moments and then you could leave the room and head back to get your things and leave. After today, the only thing you craved was sleep.

Suddenly you straightened up again when a sound startled you. Steps? Was McLaggen coming back? No, the person was too fast. They were almost running down the hall. Then the door opened unexpectedly and closed again. You held your breath. Someone was inside.