Potter? || Draco Malfoy x Reader

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"I know there's nothing on my face," He stated suddenly, his head shooting in my direction while he took the spoon out of the concoction. "So, what is it you're so interested in that you can't seem to take your eyes off of me?" His voice was low, making sure Wren didn't hear a single word of what he was saying. Even though I doubt she'd register it, anyway.

I raised an eyebrow at his sudden change in demeanour, and while I did feel my cheeks turning slightly pink, no way in hell was I going to give him the satisfaction of acting embarrassed. Even if I was.

I didn't reply, instead sitting up straight and taking a look at the final form of the potion. Getting a glimpse of the moment the single strand of Parkinson's hair, that we got from her brush, melted into it.

"So now we just give it to her?" I asked, unsure, as I glanced back and forth between it and my best friend. He nodded.

"Yeah, what else would we do with it?" He said with a smirk before calling Wren over.

"Here, drink this. It's Pansy's favourite," I hushed, forcing the liquid down her throat before she had the chance to reply.

While this was going to make amazing material to make fun of her later on, for now, all I wanted was this nightmare to be over.

"How do you feel?" I asked eagerly, observing each and every feature on her face.

"What the fuck just happened?" She spat, confused, her naturally grumpy attitude back.

I sighed in relief, and I could feel Draco do the same next to me.

"Whatever you just force-fed me was the worst thing I've tasted in my entire life," She said, grimacing as she tried to get rid of the aftertaste.

"Thank you," the blonde huffed, a smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised. "I never claimed to be a chef, you know."

"I think I'm going to see Luna," Wren suddenly said. "Actually, I think I have to. Jeez, that was weird," She mumbled to herself before walking towards the door.

"It's past curfew, you can't even get into Ravenclaw Tower," I reminded her, guessing her thoughts were still all over the place from the events.

She snorted humorously, looking back at the two of us. "We've been dating for almost two years now, Y/n. I have my ways; trust me." And with that, she disappeared.

It was silent in the room before Draco went to leave, too.

"Thank you," I forced out before it was too late. I didn't want him to leave just yet. "I mean, I'm sure Wren will thank you, as well. Once she's clear in the head again," I huffed, a slight smile on my lips as I looked at him.

His back was still facing me when I spoke, but he turned around afterwards.

"No problem. I wouldn't want to miss out on the sight of Wren Inkwood obsessing over Pansy Parkinson over anything, really," He shrugged, a small smile forcing itself on his face.

It was quiet again, and I knew he would turn around to leave any second now.

"Why don't I see you anymore?" I couldn't help myself, the words just slipped out of my mouth; Almost like I had no control over them in the first place. "I mean- you're not hanging out with Blaise anymore, or Crabbe and Goyle? Sometimes you don't even show up to class," I quickly added in hopes it made me sound less stupid.

It did quite the opposite if I was being honest.

He tilted his head as he stepped closer to me, stopping just a few inches away with a smirk on his face.

"Concerned, are we?" He asked smugly, an eyebrow cocked in amusement.

"Curious," I corrected quickly, though he just snickered, stepping close enough for me to feel his breath on my lips when I looked up at him.

I ignored the way my pulse picked up and did everything in my power to keep my blood from rising to my cheeks as his thumb traced along my jawline, his hand holding my chin.

His finger continued moving, gently dragging along my lower lip, making my lips part almost automatically. His eyes darkened, his chest rising and falling heavily.

And then he forced his eyes shut, shaking his head back and forth a few times while his hand slipped off my face. "Remember that favour you owe me?" He asked. His voice was soft, the way it came out sounding utterly wrong.

Draco Malfoy didn't speak softly. He didn't mutter under his breath when he had something to say. He didn't look sad. He never did.

But today it was different.

I nodded, concern written all over my face as I tried to catch his eyes with mine.

"Just... stay away from me. Can you do that?" He didn't look angry or annoyed. I didn't feel like I did anything wrong when the words came out of his mouth.

And I wanted to protest, ask why; ask if he was okay. The stern look in his eyes shut me up before the first words could even leave my mouth, almost making my legs give in underneath me. "Please?" He insisted, his voice no more than a whisper.

He was asking me, begging me, to follow his request; to leave him alone. And I had no idea why.

When he realised I wasn't going to say anything else, he left. Leaving me in the empty potions classroom to deal with the mess in my head myself.

"Scourgify," I mumbled, my wand swinging in the direction of the cauldron before I watched it clean itself and fly back to its spot on the shelf.

I sighed loudly in an attempt to clear my head, letting myself fall on one of the chairs, my back facing the door. My head was buzzing. I couldn't form one coherent thought. It was frustrating.

Must be the Nargles.

"Miss Potter."

Merlin, could this night get any worse?

I froze as I heard Snape's voice, not daring to turn around. He sounded like he always did; grumpy, mean, and like he was ready to give me a year's worth of detention. "And what would you be doing in the Potions classroom after curfew?" He said, dragging his words out like he always did.

Why did he always have to speak so slow? Why couldn't he just send me off to the dungeons with the detention we both knew I would get? Why did he have to make every encounter as humiliating as possible?

Obviously, I'm not here because I love the fucking atmosphere.

"What are you doing in the Potions classroom after curfew?" I hissed, immediately slapping my hand in front of my mouth to shut myself up.

My eyes grew wide as I finally turned around. "Sir, I am so sorry," I immediately muttered. My eyes were stinging, begging me to just let go of the tears that had accumulated out of sheer frustration.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised by my outburst, and refrained from saying anything for a while. He simply looked at me, seemingly weighing out whether I was about to run past him or burst into tears right then and there.

"I happen to be the potions master-" He interrupted himself with a cough.

"Not anymore," I mumbled quietly, though he heard me just fine.

"Not anymore, indeed," He nodded in agreement.

My gaze was previously glued to the floor, though I looked at him with furrowed brows. Why wasn't he a mean, old git like always?

"Are you feeling alright, Sir?" I asked when I noticed he was actually being decent for the first time, ever.

"Get back to the dungeons, Potter," He said, obviously ignoring my previous inquiry. "Don't let Filch catch you, or I will be forced to take off points of my own house, as well as sending you into detention for the rest of term."

Why not do that right away?

A/N: Why do you guys think Draco wants Y/n to fuck off? lmaoo

I'm sorry to anyone who thought this was going to be smut - tbh it's quite the opposite jnbhgzf but I'm working on it, bare w me!!