Sneaking Off | Draco Malfoy x Reader
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Summary: You are Ron’s best friend and practically his sister. When he notices you often sneaking off with lousy alibies he starts to do some investigating and finds out about your secret relationship with Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 2,607
Warning(s): allusions to sex
Disclaimer(s): not my gif credits to owner
“Where were you last night?” Ron asks as you two make your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. “You said you were going to help me and Harry with our homework.”
“I-uh-I got caught up in the library,” you shrug, not wanting to reveal your actual location from last night. You know very well that Ron, who acted as an overprotective brother to you, would go ballistic if he found out you had been in the Slytherin dorms. Especially the dorm of a certain blond boy that Ron is not too keen of.
“You know with all this time you’ve been spending in the library you’d think you’d have better marks,” he nudges.
“And yet you still have to ask for my help on your homework,” you raise an eyebrow.
When the two of you enter the Great Hall your eyes wander to the usual spot of your favorite platinum blond over at the Slytherin table. Though, he’s not currently sitting there. You just assume he’s sleeping in, for it was a late night. You take your seat at Gryffindor table and see a letter already at your seat.
“I didn’t even see your owl come in,” Hermione says, confused.
“I was one of the first people here and it had already been placed there,” Ginny explains. “If anything it was another student that put it there not your owl.”
“You’ve been getting a lot of letters recently,” Ron states. “Who are they all from? Are you hiding something?”
“No,” you chuckle at his paranoia. “The letters have been from my sister, you know she’s a muggle. She just got her first boyfriend and she loves to tell me all about him,” you make up on the spot, because none of these recent letters have been from your sister. They’ve all been from your first boyfriend, but you aren’t about to go telling Ron that your dating his arch nemesis.
You wait a moment for Ron to start a conversation with anyone else before opening the letter. You pull out a small piece of parchment with three simple words scribbled on it. Astronomy Tower, now. And on the back P.S. I love you is written.
“I actually have to get going,” you stuff the letter into the pocket of your robes.
“You haven’t even eaten.”
“You just sat down.”
“This is the third time this week.”
There are multiple protests from your friends but you simply grab a piece of toast and wave goodbye to them. Even as you walk away they are still making protests but you simply ignore them. You move quickly through the castle saying quick hellos to classmates you pass on their way to breakfast. You try to move as quickly as possible to allot as much time as you can to spend with Draco before class… Which you have with Draco. Then again, in class you two can’t act as a couple, none of your friends, especially Ron, can find out.
When you make it to the top Astronomy Tower you see, as expected, Draco already waiting for you. He’s standing stiffly in a wide stance, his hands resting inside his pockets. He stands before one of the windows, displaying the sky covered in a blanket of clouds. He’ staring deeply out towards the horizon, and is even thinking even deeper in his thoughts.
“Don’t you think it’s a little early and cloudy to be stargazing,” you speak up.
His body relaxes and he turns to you. “Weird, I can somehow see brightest one clear as day right now,” he smirks and you let out a chuckle.
You both walk towards each other, meeting in the middle of the room. “How long were you planning that out,” you raise an eyebrow while wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Maybe a week,” he shrugs, placing his hands on your hips.
“You should be glad I don’t go around telling the rest of the school how big of a dork you actually are,” you grin. “I hope you didn’t make me come all this way for another one of your many lame jokes,” you laugh.
“No,” he turns slightly pink. “I just missed you,” he says while placing a soft kiss on your lips.
“What was the whole night not enough for you?” You smirk, cocking an eyebrow.
“Nope,” he pops before going back to moving his lips against yours, a little rougher this time.
You tangle your hands in his hair, not worrying about messing up the look he probably spent half an hour creating. He pulls you closer, even though you two are already pressing tightly into each other. As soon as he goes in to deepen the kiss, a bell rings throughout the castle signaling you to start heading to your first class. Not that it makes Draco stop however.
“Draco,” you mumble against his lips. “We have to go.”
“We can be late,” he continues on kissing you.
“Because that’s not going to make things obvious,” you pull away and he pouts. “Between your messed up hair and our swollen lips every morning I’m surprised no one’s caught on, imagine if we both show up late like this.”
“Okay,” he sighs. “You leave first, we need a gap between us.” You give him a quick peck before walking towards the stairs of the tower. “Wait,” he calls out and you turn back to face him. “Are my jokes really that lame?”
You giggle before nodding, “Yes.”
Classes come to end after what feels like an eternity, seeming to be later than usually. Though, looking at your watch as you move towards the Great Hall for dinner you see it is the normal time. You shrug and assume it’s because it’s getting harder to avoid Draco during class. Every moment you look over he’s looking at you and you try to warn him he’s making it obvious, which inevitably makes it even more obvious. When you make it into the Entrance Hall with a swarm of the rest of the students you feel someone place a hand on the small of your back.
“Usual classroom, when I cue you,” they whisper in your ear. Then, they quickly brush past you and you watch the Slytherin Prince strut away.
You just smile before continuing on your way to the Gryffindor table. You sit in your usual spot and wait for the rest of the group to show up. Somehow you managed to lose them in the shuffle of the crowd, even though you were coming from the same class. The trio of course enters in together, talking in hushed voices to one another. At this point you know it’s better not to ask them what they’re up too. After nearly dying in your first two years at Hogwarts you decided to stay away from their schemes.
“There you are,” Ron says while sitting next to you, Harry and Hermione sit across from you two. “I was beginning to think we lost you.”
You let out a small laugh before turning your attention towards the Slytherin table. Your favorite set of eyes already looking towards you to meet your glance.
“Y/N, are you okay, you’ve be very quiet lately,” Hermione observes.
“What?” You ask snapping back to reality. “No, I haven’t,” you quickly protest and move to put some food on your plate.
“Yes, you have,” Harry chuckles. “And the frequent times of you running off or disappearing, what’re you hiding?”
“I’m not hiding anything,” you quickly defend.
“Really?” Ron raises an eyebrow. “I find that incredibly hard to believe.”
“I’ve just been working to fulfil my prefect duties,” you quickly make up. “Not that you would know,” you direct at Ron, even though you’re about as lax as him when it comes to being a prefect. "I want to be Head Girl next year,“ you quickly add to make your story more believable.
"Since when?” Hermione questions.
“Since…” You hesitate. “Since the beginning of this year.” Looking back to the Slytherin table you see Draco looking at you. When your eyes meet he nods towards the entrance of the hall. "Which reminds me, I have to go make sure…“ You can’t think of any duty that would take place right now. "No first years are wandering lost around the castle,” you quickly say. “You know sometimes even by now they can’t find their way here.”
Before anyone can say anything you spring up from your seat and rush to exit the hall. Your pace slows down as soon as you’re in the entrance hall. When you make it halfway up the marble stairs you hear distant footsteps leaving the Great Hall. Knowing that they belong to Draco you keep moving, not looking back nor waiting for him to catch up. Even now, when everyone should be at dinner, it’s never to safe for you two to act as a couple. You never know who could be wandering around.
“Alohomora,” you quietly say as you make it to your usual classroom.
A class hasn’t taken place here in ages, making it a perfect meeting spot for you and Draco. You swipe the dust off of an old table before you sit on top of it, waiting for Draco to arrive. You watch the door intently for nearly minute before it cracks open and Draco slides through the small gap. He smirks before walking over to you and slipping between your legs which you wrap around his waist.
“Miss me?" You cock an eyebrow, placing your hands on his shoulders.
"Is that even a question,” he says before placing his lips against yours.
Maybe thirty seconds go by before the door swings open. Draco jumps back from you and you slide off the desk onto the ground. You both have guilty looks on your faces as you go to look towards the door. Both of you are expecting a teacher to be standing before you, ready to grant you a week of detention. The person who is standing there is far worse than any teacher. It’s Ron, looking at you dumbfounded with his mouth hung agape.
“I can’t believe it,” he speaks in utter disbelief, which is soon replaced with rage and a glare at Draco. He stomps over to him, fists clenched. “And what the hell do you think you’re doing huh?” He yells. “Trying to mess with my best friend?”
“Ron, calm down,” you interject.
“Calm down!” He yells at you and you flinch, he’s never yelled at you like this before. Never in pure anger, it’s always just been in frustration. “How am I supposed to be calm when this git was snogging you!”
“Oh, Weasley you think the most I’ve done is snog her,” Draco smirks and you mentally face palm. Of course he’s going to say anything to make the situation worse and anger Ron even more.
Ron turns to him, fiery rage radiating off of him while Draco just stands their with his usual smirk. “What did you say, Malfoy?”
“Oh god,” you mutter under your breath, knowing he’s just going to try to enrage him even more.
“I said,” Draco takes a step forward. “Y/N and I have done a lot more than just snogging, isn’t that right?” He asks you, not breaking eye contact with Ron. “Like how we spent all of Christmas Break together. And you know the house gets chilly in the winter. Only way to keep warm is to be close enough to share body heat. And what better way to do that than-”
Before he could go on Ron’s fist connects with his cheek. The force of the punch swinging him around. He leans on the table for support while gripping his cheek.
“Draco!” You shout while running over to him.
“Don’t worry,” he brushes it off. “Weasley couldn’t punch a fly hard enough to knock it off course.”
“I swear I’ll kill you,” Ron says moving back towards Draco and you step between the two.
“Ron, calm down,” you say sternly. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d go all psycho,” you explain. “But you’re just going to have to accept this, because as much as you punch Draco that’s not going to stop us from dating.”
“Yeah, Weasley, you’re fighting a losing battle. Like always,” Draco sneers and Ron nearly lunges for him but draws back.
He looks at you, disappointment evident on his face. “I can’t believe you’d do this,” he shakes his head. “You know how much all of our friends hate him and how he treats us. Have you seen how he treats Hermione? How could you do this?” Tears fill your eyes as he speaks, when he finishes he turns nd walks out the door. Not giving you even a second to respond.
“Babe, I’m sorry,” Draco’s arms snake around your waist hugging you from behind, “I know I just made it worse,” he rests his head on your shoulder. “But either way he shouldn’t have talked to you that way. I get it if he punches me, but he shouldn’t be cruel to you for this.”
“It’s fine,” you quietly say, but it indeed is not fine.
When you go to breakfast the next morning Ron isn’t there. Once Harry starts asking why you look like you’ve been crying all night you instantly stand up and walk out of the hall. Not wanting to explain the events of last night and why Ron will probably never speak to you again. Though, you are also incredibly surprised he hasn’t already told the others about you and Draco. He will soon enough and they’ll begin being bitter and ignoring you too.
You start to make your way back to the Gryffindor common room when you hear two familiar voices down a corridor. You creep quietly down the corridor and stop at the corner from which the voices are coming from.
“Sorry, I punched you,” you hear none other than Ron Weasley say, very reluctantly might you add.
“It’s fine, I will say that Granger’s punch probably did more damage than yours,” you hear Draco say and they both laugh.
You smile. They’re being civil.
“I probably overreacted last night-”
“Probably?”
“Okay, definitely. It’s just you know, when I see someone as horrible as you-”
“Watch it.”
“What are you going to do punch me? When I see a git like you snogging my best friend, my sister if I’m honest. I don’t know I just get worried. I don’t want her to get hurt or heartbroken over some guy I’ve always known is awful.”
“Okay, one, I would never hurt Y/N. And two, the side I show you and the others is a completely different side than I show her. I don’t particularly like you so of course I’ll be horrible to you, but I actually like Y/N so I’m going to be great to her.”
There’s a pause.
“Do you love her?”
“More than anything.”
“Would you do anything for her.”
“Anything.”
“If you hurt her you know I’ll kill you.”
“I know, but you don’t have to worry about that happening.”
There’s another pause.
“You really love her?”
“Yes, with everything that I am.”
Ron lets out a defeated sigh.
“Then, I guess I’m going to have to accept that my best friend is dating a Malfoy.”
“And I have to accept my girlfriend associates with a Weasley.”
They both scoff in disgust before walking around the corner to come face-to-face with you. Looks of shock and embarrassment take over them.
“How sweet,” you smirk.
