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House: Slytherin
Blood Status: Pureblood
Warning: Swearing
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Third Person POV:
In a huff, y/n struts down the hallway and down the stairs to potions being tailed intently by Marcus Flint.
"No! Get away from me! I'm already late for class! I don't want to have to explain to Professor Snape how you made me even tardier!" y/n shouts without looking back to her pursuer. Marcus Flint grumbles and roughly grabs y/n's free hand to harshly spin her around to face him, forcing her against the wall. "Let go of-"
"Shhh!" he hisses angrily, cupping his hand over her mouth. She doesn't listen and tries to shout at him from under his hand, but all that can be heard are irritated muffles and grunts. Time slows down for y/n as he rolls his eyes and his scowl turns to a smile, making y/n edge away from him as the seconds creep by slowly. He gently removes his hand from her mouth and she crosses her arms in front of her chest, glaring at Flint. "Now will you listen to me for a second, y/l/n? Godammit. I thought I was never gonna get you alone..."
"What is that supposed to mean, Flint? What are you? A stalker?" y/n mutters, avoiding his intent gaze. "Now will you let me go? Draco is probably waiting for me."
"Forget about that bastard!" Flint snaps aggressively, trapping y/n against the wall without the slightest bit of hesitation.
"Get away from me you creep!" she shouts, slapping him across the face and grabbing her book bag as the impact echoes down the hall. She tries to escape, but Flint grabs her by the waist, causing them to topple down to the ground. "How many times do I have to say it?! Go away!"
"Just listen to me, y/l/n!" Flint chuckles. "I'm not trying to hurt you!"
"You have a funny way of going about it!" y/n retorts, standing back up. Flint scoffs and shoves his hands in his pockets. "Fine," y/n sighs reluctantly. "What is it that's so important that you need to keep me from going to class at a reasonable time and see my boyfriend?"
"You don't really mean that, do you?" he laughs, obviously very amused.
"Mean what?" she grumbles back.
"Mean 'boyfriend', right y/n...? Your relationship is fake. It's a fluke, a popularity stunt for extra power!" Flint spits out, bemused. "You and I both know it ever meant to last..."
"How dare you ever consider the possibility that Draco and my relationship is anything but absolute or genuine!" y/n gasps loudly, her hand on her heart.
"Drop the act! I know that you got together because you wanted a boost in your popularity. It's been two and a half months since your little shenanigans started. Now it's time to move on to someone who can... better suit your needs if you know what I mean...," Flint smirks cockily.
"Oh, God. Never, Flint," y/n says dryly. "You are not my type."
"But I can serve you better, y/n! I'm a seventh year! I have much more power than that idiot Malfoy has!" he exclaims. "I can supply you with anything you could ever want! Everyone fears me! I can treat you like the princess you are! I can provide you with what you, a beautiful pureblood witch deserves. Compared to what I can offer you, Draco Malfoy is treating you like a slave who's part of a hundred person long chain gang!"
"I severely doubt that a seventh year could give me anything more than what Draco has for me. Especially one like you who's repeating seventh year because he failed the first time around!" y/n says with a smirk.
"Whatever!" Flint fumes. "Truth is, I deserve your time!"
"No. I don't think so because you'll be gone in a bit and you'll be living in the shadow of Oliver Wood for the rest of your life," y/n grins. "I respectfully decline your disgusting offer. I will be sure to tell Draco about your overbearing ego!"
With that, y/n turns on her heel, leaving Marcus Flint alone and silent behind her. She skips down the empty hallway and into the potions room.
"I'm deeply sorry Professor. I was on my way to class and someone got in my way and I got held up," she explains confidently. Professor Snape nods and directs her to her spot next to Draco where their potions are bubbling away already. The Gryffindors groan at the fact that Snape let her go with no detention or house point deduction. She walks over to Draco and takes her seat as he kisses her on the cheek.
"You okay, baby?" he asks, taking a stirring rod and gently running it through the tiger orange liquid in his cauldron.
"Yes. I'm great. I had a nasty encounter with Marcus Flint," she sighs.
"Flint? What did he want?"
"I'll tell you when we're out of class. Let's focus on the potion for now," y/n sighs, raching for her potions book. Draco nods after a second and starts to catch her up.
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"That fucker!" Draco shouts as he sits in the common room with y/n on his lap after dinner. "I'll kill him for cornering you like that! I can't believe that happened!"
"Draco. Don't. You'll just get us in trouble...," y/n sighs. "McGonagall won't be as understanding as Professor Snape if we get caught by her.
"Alright...," Draco sighs deeply as the fire crackles in front of them.
They sit in silence as people come in and out and the sun begins to set. As the last person packs their thing up and heads to the dorms, y/n rests her head on Draco's chest as she starts to drift off, tired from the day. Draco clears his throat.
"Y/n... You haven't said anything for a while...," Draco says. "I can tell something's on your mind...."
"It's nothing, Draco...," she sighs
"No. It's not nothing. I know you, y/n... You can tell me. I'm your boyfriend," he smiles warmly. She grins back at him and lets out a small laugh.
"It's a bit stupid, to be honest... The truth is... I just can't get over what Flint said...," y/n trails off.
"What did he say to you? There's more to the story?!" Draco shouts, suddenly very aware.
"Draco! I already told you what he said. It's just sticking..."
"What part of his whole speech about how I can't provide for you as my girlfriend?" Draco inquires unhappily, turning to look her in the eye.
"The origin of our relationship. He called it a 'fluke' and a 'popularity stunt' to my face...," she explains. "... Do you think he's right?"
"What do you mean, y/n?!" Draco gasps.
"Well, when we got together, you did tell me how it would boost our status... Was that the only reason you wanted me?"
"Oh, baby! Of course not! Never! That was never the only reason...," Draco sighs. "Sure, us being together gives us both more power as a power couple, but I want you for more reasons than that... You're confident and smart... I love the way you laugh and there's never a dull moment when I'm around you."
Y/n smiles and presses her forehead against his and kisses him softly on the lips.
"I love being with you because you make me feel like I'm worth something. You're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. I don't know what I'd do without you...," y/n replies. "
Draco chuckles and kisses her lovingly.
"But I must say... Giving those stupid Gryffindors hell is also a perk of us...," Draco admits.
"It definitely is...," she replies as the fire gives off its last bit of flame and turns to ashes in the fireplace.
"I love you, y/n...," Draco whispers as the water of the Black Lake sloshes against the windows hypnotically. Y/n turns to Draco, taken aback. Draco's breath becomes choppy while his cheeks flush a light Gryffindor crimson and he turns away in embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."
As soon as those words escape his lips, y/n swoops in and presses her lips onto his.
"I love you, too, Draco. It was never about power..."
Draco smiles in relief and takes y/n's waist in his arms and pressing her body closer and closer to his. He kisses her, holding her close and hoping that even fifty years from now she'll still be there, exactly where she belongs.
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