⢠pairing. draco malfoy x fem!gryffindor reader. ⢠summary. draco realizes that he may or may not have feelings for you, and that scared the hell out of him. ⢠enemies to lovers. he fell first, he fell harder. draco being in denial. ⢠wc. 2,8k ⢠masterlist!
you and draco had been sworn enemies ever since you stepped foot into hogwarts. it all started when draco decided itâd be an entertainment to make fun of you very first friendâron. of course, you stood up for him. sharp words. sharper glare. you made a few snarky comments about draco, and that pissed him off, really pissed him off. because not only was he embarrassed by anyone, no, but rather a girl. sure, heâs met loads of people who are brave enough to stand up for themselves, but never did he ever meet a girl bite him back. you really got under his skin.
you felt bad enough soon afterwards, so you decided to apologize to draco, maybe it was just a bad start, and you could become friends, you thought. wrong. instead, when you approached him that day to apologize, he and his friends greggory goyle and crabbe decided to play a little âharmlessâ prank on you. you spotted him in the great hall during lunch, lounging at the slytherin table with goyle and crabbe. you took a deep breath, mustered your courage and walked over, ignoring the ugly stares around you.
âdraco, i just wanted toââ
before you could finish, he cut you off. âoh, look! sheâs in love with me,â he drawled, loud enough for not the entire table to hear, but rather the entire hall. he and his friends burst into laughter, but that wasnât enough for them. you tried to hide your face in pure embarrassment. but as you stood there, he flicked his wand under the table, and suddenly your shoes stuck fast to the floor, as if someone had put a magic superglue on them. you tried to move, but your feet wouldnât budge. at this point, everyone was laughing at you, and it made your cheeks burn from embarrassment, well except for your friends hermione, harry, and ron.
and with another flick of his wand, your bag flew open, its contents scattered all over the floor. your books, quills, ink, parchment, and at last, a photo of you and ron. âhey, look! looks like little y/n has a boyfriend!â he flew his arms up in the air, photo in his arms so that everyone could see. everyone burst into laughter, snickers echoing through the hall, and all you wanted was the world to swallow you whole. you tried your best to contain the tears threatening to spill, but you knew it wouldnât last long. you could feel both sadness and anger bubbling up in your chest. oh you were so going to get him back.
and thatâs what basically started your little rivalry with draco.
the rest of the years, you two just continued on with this silent hatred towards each other. endless arguments in the corridors. snickering remarks passed in classes. glares exchanged across the great hall. It became a sort of a game neither of you would admit you were playing, but neither of you would back down from. you knew it was childish and pathetic, you triedâtried to stop this childish nonsense by ignoring him but he just wouldnât stop either. if he didnât stop, why would you? you never wanted to back down from a malfoy, and you never wanted to let him walk over you like you were some sort of dirt.
you were bolting across the castle corridors with books clutched tightly to your chest. oh you were so dead. you had already been late to professorâs snape class twice this week, and there was no way heâd let you off a third time. your shoes skidded slightly on the stone floor as you rounded a sharp corner, and slammed straight into something solid. books went flying as you stumbled backward, barely managing to keep yourself upright. you winced in pain, rubbing your forehead. âsorry i didnât meanââ
âwatch where youâre going!â an unfamiliar voice spoke up, cutting off your sentence. you looked up slowly, only to see crabbe and goyle towering over you, smug expressions plastered across their faces. without a word, you kneeled down, gathering the books scattered everywhere. you knew better not to stir things up, you honestly just wanted out. but then goyle took a slow step forward. and then another. until the thick sole of his boot landed squarely on the cover of your defense against the dark arts book. he shifted his weight onto it, grinding it slightly. âgoing anywhere, sweetheart?â you let out a slow, controlled breath, calming yourself down.
âaw, is she going to cry?â crabbe mocked, his voice thick with fake concern. goyle laughed, still grinding his boot into your book. hearing this, something in you snapped. you stood up, fists clenched at your sides. âyouââ
you frozeâeveryone did. goyle turned his head slowly, his smug expression faltering. there, stood none other than draco, just a few steps behind them. âseriously? picking fights in a hallway with someone whoâs not even trying to fight back? pathetic.â crabbe opened his mouth to argue before shutting up upon seeing dracoâs deathly glare.
crabbe and goyle exchanged a look, clearly unsure whether to stay or follow his silent command. sure enough they got their answer once draco sent them another death glare, sending them goosebumps. the two lumbered off, still grumbling to each other as they disappeared around the corner.
you just stood there, eyebrows raised, your expression that in a mixture of confusion and disbelief as you stared at him. âwhat are you looking at?â he asked, his tone sharp. you scoffed, still wearing a confused-disbelief-weirded out face. âi had it under control, by the way.â you kneeled down once again to gather the books and papers scattered across the cold stone floor. now it was his turn to scoff. âyeah right you did.â he inched closer, kneeling down across from your figure as he reached for a few books near your hand. you simply shot him a look. âi didnât ask for your help.â
âi was expecting more of a âthank youâ rather than endless chattering.â he replied coldly, causing you to roll your eyes. soon enough, youâd gathered the last of your books, hugging them tightly to your chest as you stood up, draco following shortly after. âhereâs your.. stuff.â he muttered, tossing a few of your books at you without a care as you caught them just in time, almost dropping your potions book.
âthanks? i guess.â you muttered, catching his gaze one last time before hurrying past him, almost forgetting about professor snapeâs class. oh you were so getting detention.
he let his gaze linger on your figure as you slowly disappeared into the castle corridors. âdid i really just help that pathetic girl?â he scoffed at himself, clearly confused and annoyed at his obnoxious actions earlier. he brushed it off soon enoughâdismissed it as nothing more than a moment of temporary insanity. âwhatever,â he muttered under his breath, tugging his robes tighter around him as he made his way through the castle corridor.
meanwhile, you crept silently down the hallway once you got near enough, clutching your books like they might somehow make you invisible. with every step toward the potions classroom, you prayed snape would be too deep in his lecture to notice the door creak open. unfortunately, luck wasnât on your side this time.
the second your hand touched the handle and you slipped through the barely opened door, all eyes turnedâwell except for one. he didnât even have to look up to know itâs you, of course it was you, who else would it be? âah⌠miss y/l/n,â snape drawled, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as they flicked up from the papers on his desk. âhow generous of you to grace us with your presence. tell me, did you spend the last fifteen minutes perfecting your dramatic entrance, or are you simply incapable of reading a clock?â you let out an awkward chuckle, eyes darting from here to there out of nervousness.
âi can explain, seeââ
âfive points are deducted from gryffindor,â he interrupted flatly, his voice cold. âfor your inability to arrive on time,â his gaze flicked to you now, slow and deliberate. âand another five for believing your excuses are worth wasting class time.â you froze, lips parted, but he wasnât done. âdetention. this evening. youâll report to the hospital wing, madam pomfrey is in need of assistance.â
you only nodded, sighing in defeat. quiet whispers and sucked breathes could be heard around you, causing your ears to burn in embarrassment. well, you did see it coming, just didnât thought youâd end up with madam pomfrey. honestly, you were just grateful you didnât have to scrub the toilets.
inevitably, you being you, you snuck out of detention. it was pretty easy actually, all you did was slip out the back quietly when madam pomfrey got distracted with a student coughing up slugs. you could have stayedâshould have. but it was the quidditch finale! there was no way you were missing this.
so now, here you were, standing at the edge of the stands with hermione and ron by your side.
âdo you think theyâre going to make it?â hermione asked, her expression was filled with worry, not taking her eyes off of harry. âdonât worry,â you said softly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. âyou know they always do.â she nodded slightly, but her gaze didnât waver. the roar of the crowd echoed in the distance, today was the quidditch finale, after all. everything was riding on this match. victory or defeat, it would be remembered.
your gaze was fixed on harry, watching his every move as he soared through the sky with focused determination. that was, until he knocked malfoy clean off his broom. you winced as you watched him tumble toward the ground. âbloody hell, that mustâve hurt!â ron too, winced watching the scene play out. and of course, being the crybaby he is, he whined and cried out in pain, causing you to erupt into laughter. âwhat a crybaby,â you snorted, nudging hermione and signaling her to look down.
she too, laughed, watching the scene unfold. âi mean honestly, can he be more pathetic?â you giggled, watching his body got dragged away before averting your attention back to the game. however, your stolen moment of freedom didnât last so long. because just as you were starting to relax, a chillingly familiar voice spoke from behind.
âenjoying the game, are we miss y/l/n?â
you froze, already knowing whoâs voice that belonged to. slowly turning around, you came face to face with the one and only: professor snape himself. damn it, just when things were starting to get fun. âabandoning your assigned detention to sneak into a quidditch match,â he said coldly. âhow very brave of you.â
he was expecting you to come up with thousands of excuses, but no, this time, you kept your head low, not daring to make a sound as you accepted your âdefeat.â
âsince madam pomfrey has apparently been relieved of your assistance, iâll see to it that your punishment continues under my supervision. expect extended hours, and fewer excuses.â
and just like that, your fun came to a very swift, painful end. but fairly speaking, it was worth it. you didnât regret sneaking out on detention, not even a little.
you pushed open the doors to the hospital wing, trying your best to act casual, like you hadnât just snuck out of detention. âwell, well. look who decided to show up.â madam pomfey looked up from her cabinet with a raised a brow. you gave her a sheepish smile, rubbing the nape of your neck. âsorry, got.. held up?â you muttered, giving her an awkward-apologetic look. âmhm,â she obviously didnât buy your excuse, but thankfully she didnât press it.
âyou can start by helping me here, basic salve application, wound cleansing, the usual.â you listened intently at her orders, nodding in response as you let your eyes wander around the room. your eyes then landed on a certain blonde whom youâd recognize, sitting on one of the beds with a scowl and a rather dramatic ice pack pressed to his forehead.
you replayed the moment where he had fallen oh so dramatically and whined like a baby, and you couldnât help but let out a snortâunfortunately enough, loud enough for him to hear. his head snapped toward your direction almost immediately. âwhat are you laughing at?â his tone was cold, firm, as he was trying to act as cool and intimidating as possible. but then again, that never worked on you.
ânothing.â you shrugged, averting your attention back to madam pomfrey, whoâs now explaining how to treat minor surface wounds. on the other hand, draco scoffed at you, clearly annoyed and irritated. ânow, youâll be helping malfoy with his wounds.â you blinked, still not able to process what she had just said. âwait, what? canât i help neville? or seamus?â you practically begged her not to put you with draco.
âno buts. malfoyâs wounds are all but minor ones.â before you could negotiate or even complain, she immediately gave you a tray full of supplies before promptly walking away, leaving you alone.
you dramatically sighed, rolling your eyes as you made your way toward draco, who didnât look much pleasant either. âyou look thrilled to see me,â you muttered dryly, setting the tray beside him. âiâm overjoyed,â he deadpanned. âcanât you tell?â you ignored him, grabbing the cloth. you fought back the urge to just choke him right here, right this moment.
âshut up and hold still,â you murmured, bringing a cloth to his cheek. he winced as you gently dabbed the cut on his left cheek. you rolled your eyes, still not looking at him. âyour wound is as small as a goblinâs nail, youâll live.â now it was his turn to roll his eyes. your presence alone infuriated something inside him.
eventually, the two of you fell into a quiet silence. you were too focused on cleaning his wound, and as for him, well, he was too busy fighting himself from looking at you. he couldnât help but steal few glances, his eyes drifting toward your face every now and then. not that heâd admit it. heâd constantly lean back once you got too close, way too close.
he didnât understand it. didnât want to understand it.
his heartbeat had picked up without warning, thudding awkwardly in his chest. and the worst part? you were just there, close, calm, completely unaware that you were quietly driving him insane. and that unsettled him more than anything else. he looked away, jaw clenched, silently begging himself to get a grip. this was you who he was talking about, you! the person he has hated from the very beginning, the very person who infuriated him more than anyone. so why, why was his heart racingâbeating so loudly for you? he gulped once your face inched closer, looking away almost instantly.
âdone,â you said finally, stepping back and setting the supplies aside. just as you were checking if youâd missed any wounds, you noticed the faintest shade of pink dusting the tip his ears. âyou good?â you asked, concern lacing your voice. âiâm fine,â his tone was sharp and defensive. âhavenât you got somewhere else to be?â
your brows lifted slightly, folding your arms. âas a matter of fact i do.â with that, you made your way across the room to madam pomfrey, not giving him another glance. âall done,â you said, trying to keep your voice neutral. âheâs not bleeding out or anything, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
she glanced over her shoulder with a nod, clearly picking up on your tone but not commenting on it. âgood. i need you to stay and help with the other students. and once youâre done, tidy up the room, will you?â you gave a quick nod, already moving to the next patient, someone from hufflepuff with a nasty bruise forming on their temple.
that night, draco couldnât sleep at all. who else would he be thinking about if not you? you had invaded his mind that it made him go insane. no matter how many times he turned over in bed, no matter how tightly he shut his eyes, it was always you he saw. it was maddening, really. he groaned and threw his pillow over his face. âthis is ridiculous,â he muttered into the fabric. âcompletely mental.â
he hated to admit it, but if he were to say he just now thought youâd grown up to become rather attractiveâheâd be lying. truth was, heâd known for years. he just never let himself acknowledge it.
he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. âno. absolutely not. this is not happening.â
pixelskylines
theartofmadeline
discoholicmusic
amandla
