What about her? Draco x Hufflepuff!reader
Summary: Y/N Potter, A hufflepuff, has fallen for the one and only Draco Malfoy. But Draco is to busy with his girlfriend Pansy Parkinson to notice.
Warnings: Swearing, Self harm, Kissing, bullying, THE D*RSL*Ys (Dursley) It has been a while since I read Harry Potter so maybe Out of Character but I don’t really know.
NO VOLDY AU when Harry and reader defeat Voldy, He is dead. 100% dead
When Y/N Potter got her letter to Hogwarts was her happiest. She was going to leave the abusive, disgusting, cruel Dursleys. With her twin brother! Well, non identical twin, she looked more like her mother mixed with her father. With auburn hair with more brunette than red, beautiful sparkling green eyes, tiny in height, loyalty, kindness, and her hard working will, with her father’s mischievous personality.
She now sat on the Hogwarts express fiddling with the lightning bolt scar on the back of her hand, rather than her forehead. ““Nervous?” Harry asked, more of a statement. ““Mhm…” I muttered. Just as Harry was about to start talking, a boy with flaming red hair walked in, asking if he could sit. ““Yeah sure!..” Harry and I said in unison. ““I’m Ron, Ron Weasley.” He introduced.
““Harry, Harry Potter. And this is Y/N, my twin sister.” Harry introduces. ““Do you have the-” Ron questions motioning to his forehead. Harry lifts his hair and I show back of my hand. Harry and Ron are fast friends, whilst I read ‘Hogwarts History’ quietly occasionally answering a question from Harry or Ron.
““Have you seen a toad? A kid named Neville lost his?” Asked a girl with bushy curly hair and bangs. ““No, I don’t think so miss…” I started, yet she never stated her name. ““I’m Hermione Granger” “Y/N Potter” I state sweetly, trying to be polite.
““Holy cricket! Your Harry and Y/N Potter!” She quipped. Ron spoke up with food in his mouth ““I’m Ronald Weasley” ““Pleasure..” Hermione looked a bit grossed out. ““Ron! Please don’t speak with your mouth full.” I huffed. Hermione mouthed thanks. ““I’ll help look for the toad though.” I say putting my book in my trunk.
““Thanks Y/N” Hermione chirped. ““I’ll be back soon boys!” I say my robes flowing behind me. Me and Hermione ended up sharing our knowledge of both the magical and muggle world. Coming from the Dursleys, I knew nothing about magic, so she explained what one of our professors names McGonagal had told her.
Once something called the sorting began, you had known which house you wanted to be in. You wanted to be a Ravenclaw, with Hermione, how was your new best friend. Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff would die you just fine.
You didn’t think you were brave enough for Gryffindoor. And you were more determined and hardworking than ambitious. Plus, Malfoy, a boy you had just met, was another reason you wouldn’t be a Slytherin.
Soon, your name was called. You stepped up to the stool allowing Professor McGonagal to set the sorting hat upon your head. ““Well, well, well. A Potter. I could put you in the house of bravery, but your loyalty out blocks that.”
““Maybe, Ravenclaw.. Your wise and wits don’t compare to your determination.. Slytherin? Oh no, no, no. Not Slytherin. You’d be eaten alive.”
““Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Wits, Wisdom, or Loyalty, and Hardworking?” He questioned.. ““Wish you luck in… HUFFLEPUFF”
TIME SKIP TO 4th year. (Playing into no Voldy AU Cedric doesn’t die.)
You were sitting by the Black Lake. Writing an owl to send to your godfather, Sirius, when suddenly a voice calls ““Oh look, It’s the pathetic Potter.” ““What do you want, Light?” Alexis Light. Fifth year, Slytherin, Black hair that was cut to her shoulders with bangs, and nasty slime hazel eyes. (No offense to those who have Hazel eyes. Light’s eyes are literally slime, Your’s are beautiful.)
““She speaks!” The older girl mocked. ““Just leave me alone..” I mutter. ‘Why can’t I just tell her to fuck off! Why can’t I say what’s on my mind! Why can’t I just fucking fight back!’ I thought.
My hands subconsciously made their way to my sleeves to pull them down. I had hoped she hadn’t noticed but she had. Before she could day anything Hermione waltzed up to me. ““Back off, Light.” She snapped.
““Oh look it’s the mud-” her sentence was cut short by my hand across her face. We both gasped in unison. I stepped back. We had quiet the crowd watching now. “You’re gonna regret that, Potter.” Came the angered voice from the Slytherin.
My hand went to my wand drawing it. She cast spell after spell not letting me get any in, so it wasn’t a fair duel. After they began to wear off I managed to to cast Protego, protecting me from her reign of terror.
I pointed my wand at her muttering the word “Immobulus” effectively cutting off her spells. One of her goons stepped in unfreezing the Light girl. Hermione had ran off to try and get a professor, or atleast Harry, who had been training for the tournament.
Soon a sixth year Hufflepuff jumped in as soon as the words ‘sectumsempra’ left their mouth hitting me straight in the upper chest. My breathing began to pick up, feeling as though I couldn’t breath.
“Vulnera Sanentur” said the young Diggory. I felt the air return to my lungs. Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagal, as well as Dumbledore came into view upon seeing blood, speeding up. Harry, Ron, and Hermione as fact as their legs could take them.
““Are you okay?!” Harry shouts hugging you towards his chest. All you can do is cry. McGonagal and Snape— who had, at some point— began scolding the older students bringing them to Dumbledore’s office.
““Are you okay Miss Potter?” Dumbledore questions. ““Yeah, Yeah Diggory casted the counter curse.” You muttered with the little energy left. If you were honest, you were closer to Dumbledore than Harry and Hagrid. Which was saying something.
““You best get to the hospital wing.” McGonagal piped in. ““Yes ma’am professor.” You muttered breaking away from Harry’s hug. ““I’ll see you in Charms.” I say walking away. Harry was going to protest, but a look from Hermione shut him up.
As soon as I had entered the hospital wing it hit me. My wrists. It’s fine, I thought, she won’t even notice. Boy was I wrong. When I got there she immediately said alright and got to work.
It wasn’t until she was done when she noticed it. She gave me a look of confusion, then it hit her. That look of pity, the only look I have received for years. ““What’s this?” She softly questions. I had a spot in each of my professors heart, constantly bringing injured quidditch players to the hospital wing.
I sighed. This is what I was dreading, I knew she knew. I knew she wanted to confirm what she hoped it was. I looked away focusing on the tiled floor on the other side on my bed.
““Oh dear, You know I have to contact your head of house right? As well as your guardian” She asked. ““Please.. don’t…” I asked quietly. For a year now Molly and Aurther had finally adopted us. It was long process, we each shared a room, me with Ginny Harry with Ron.
““I don’t want Mrs.Molly to worry about me..” I added. Molly had Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, and now Harry and I to look after. ““I’m sorry darling but I must.. If you want I’ll tell McGonagal rather than Sprout but I must tell a staff member in charge.” She replied tone still soft.
“McGonagal please..” I preferred McGonagal because she had been my go to for years. Had a question? Minnie had an answer. Problem? Minnie could help. Feeling sad? Yes in Minnie’s office.
She always looked at my in utter awe when I called her that, I had only once asked why. She said ‘Your father used to call me Minnie, It got on my nerves, but you only realize how much you care when their gone.’
““Okay dear, I’ll let her know. Until she gets here, you have to stay.” She replied her tone changing back to her usual stern voice.
It wasn’t but 5 minutes later when she came bursting through the hospital wing doors. Taking one look at me, my hair wasn’t in its usual braid, my eyes not as sparkly, my knees brought up as close as I could bring them to my chest, and my button up shirt sleeves pulled down, she knew that Pomfrey wasn’t lying.
““Oh dear..” she said. I slipped on my robes and headed to her office, head down, shoes making slight taps against the stone floor of Hogwarts.
It was just about noon, I had ate a small snack while waiting for her. As if reading my mind she said ““Due to your… situation…. your classes are canceled for the next few days.” ““Yes ma’am Professor.” I quietly said. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all were outside by her office. ““Go ahead inside Miss Potter McGonagal started, ““I need to chat with these three.” ““Yes ma’am Professor.” I didn’t make any eye contact
A few months later was just about February as I say in a tree near the black lake, reading with Hermione sitting at the trunk. ““Hey Hermione?” I ask ““what does ‘circumference’ mean?” That set her off on the definition and uses throughout the years.
Harry and Ron were playing wizard chess not far from where the tree is out in the sun. Moving to get comfy, I slip and fall out of the tree with an “Oof” falling from my mouth.
““You need to be careful!” Hermione scolded, about to continue when a voice interrupted ““Look who we have here.” Sneered Malfoy’s voice. He had never really bullied me but he did bully the other three next to me.
““Oh sod off, Malfoy” Harry shot back. ““I just had a question Potter.” He started, already smirking. ““How’s mum?” He laughed at Harry who now stood, angry beyond belief. ““Or little sister. Oh wait….I forgot about the little incident with Light”
““Leave Malfoy.” Hermione stated, standing up for both you and Harry. ““Why would I do that, mudblood.” He spat. ““Fuck off, Malfoy! Nobody wants you here.” I speak up. ““And what will you do if I don’t leave?” He taunted. My hand went to my wand, drawing it halfway from my robes before Malfoy ran off.
““Ugh. I hate that git.” Ron complained. ““Same here” Harry commented, sitting down. “What about you, Y/N? What do you think of Malfoy?” Ron questioned. ““If only he had a better attitude. I mean..” I trailed off. Harry and Ron looked at me as if I was crazy. ““You think Malfoy is hot?” Ron asked. ““Well yeah..” Hermione and I said in unison. Ron looked at Hermione while Harry look at me. ““Doesn’t mean he’s my type. Besides Y/N just said if only he had a better attitude.” Hermione started, ““Honestly Ronald, were you even listening?”
I rolled my sleeve up a bit feeling wrist start sweating but was surprised to see blood coming from one of the many marks on my arm. Hermione looked at me, almost seeing my wrists. I quickly yanked my sleeve down. ““I’m gonna go to the ladies room. Bring my stuff back if I’m not back in fifteen?” I ask, standing.
““Of course” was Hermione’s answer. If anyone waved I just politely nodded and continued my fast pace through the hallways. Darting up the stairs I began to notice the familiar sound of shoes tapping against the floor.
It appears as though someone— a male- was following me. I began to run in the hallways, towards a secret passage that Fred and George had shown me not to long ago, to help them plan their exit the next year. They wanted out with a bang.
Thanks, Freddie I thought quickly entering the passage and sprinting towards the hospital wing. I entered and walked quietly towards Pomfrey’s office knocking on the door in my usual knock. She came to the door welcoming me in.
““What’s wrong?” She asked. ““My wrists started bleeding again..” I whispered careful not to let Dumbledore overhear. ““Okay let’s go ahead, I’ll be right back Headmaster.” She said ushering you out. In ten minutes I was ready to go with bandages wrapped around both my wrists.
““Are you alright? You look shaken.” ““I’m fine Madame Pomfrey. It was just… on my way here… I felt like someone was following me. And heard footsteps following me..” I answer. At this moment the hospital wing door bust open revealing the golden trio. ““Be careful on the stair next time. It could have been much worse than bruised wrists.” She lied walking away. ““Sorry, we forgot to ask the Hufflepuff common room password” Hermione quipped.
““I don’t smell any vinegar?” You quizzed. ““We didn’t even try to guess, for fear of the vinegar” Harry replied. ““What happened?” ““Fell down the stairs, from the top. Lucky I didn’t break anything.” You lied. You felt horrible lying, but otherwise they would have caught on to Pomfrey’s lie.
““You need to be more careful Y/N!” Hermione scolded. ““Sorry ‘mione” I mutter. ““No need.” She replied linking our arms before dragging be all the way to the library. I didn’t protest, solely trying to avoid a ‘Hermione lecture’. “Any book requests? She said setting the book and my quibbler down on the table. ““Magical creature books?” I suggest. She murmured heading towards the endless rows of bookshelves.
The next consisted of trying to get that person following me out of my head. For all I know he could be a future killer— like a mini Peter. My last class was with Minnie. ““Miss Potter, please stay after class.” She said looking at my zoned expression. “Yes ma’am..” I say, ignoring the giggles from a couple of Slytherins, Malfoy being one of them.
Class, for the first time, was dreadful. It went by painfully fast, and I couldn’t keep up. ““Class dismissed.” Minnie’s voice dismissed. Packing my stuff I made my way to the front of the room. ““Let’s head to my office.” She stated grabbing a couple pieces of parchment paper. The way down to the office was dreadful. They weren’t to far apart. She closed the door behind us as I set my bag by the door walking over to one of the chairs by her desk, and sat down.
““Is something bothering you? You seem dazed. You couldn’t stop looking over your shoulder as well.” She questioned. “I feel like someone is following me— I-I dont k-know who, o-or why—” she interrupted. ““I didn’t want to say anything but Mr.Malfoy seemed like he was following you. He wasn’t far behind you when you went to the hospital wing.” She interrupted, effectively cutting off my rambling.
A few months later, A day before summer break.
I couldn’t get her words out of my head. I was also scared about what Mrs.Molly and Mr.Aurther would say. They had gotten owls about the uhm… incidents. You had only received a letter from Mrs.Molly straight after she had gotten hers but couldn’t remember what it was about.
You arrived only to be pulled into a huge hug by Molly. Taken a bit back you flinched— something that had the older woman hugging you a bit longer. You could tell that she would ask you about it later.
You walked in, giving Sirius a hug.
Another time skip~ go me! Sorry it’s getting late here. It’s their 6th year.
Every since then your crush on Draco grew. You found out when you were trying to sleep. And now, you found yourself walking up to him, about to ask him out, for a stupid dare.
Your confidence slowly began growing as you yelled out “Oi. Malfoy! I got dared to ask, But would you like to accompany me to hogsmeade this weekend?” I mean, it was true. You didn’t tell him your feelings, but you still asked him out.
““No. I like Pansy’s company way better than any filthy halfblood hufflepuff’s.” he snapped. ““Suit yourself” I snapped back, hiding the hurt in my eyes. ““At least you tried.” Presley stated. I gave a nod and continued playing Truth, Dare, Kiss, or Swear.
After dinner, I walked up towards the astronomy tower. I needed somewhere I could go to, somewhere alone. At about midnight someone had walked in. ““Why are you here, Potter” snapped an annoyed voice, Draco.
Moving my long braided hair onto my shoulder, I sighed. ““I needed some fresh air. I got to claustrophobic at dinner.” I huffed. ““Oh.. Can I uh… Can I sit?” His voice softened.
I moved my robes, tapping the floor next to me. ““You know.. I uh.. I didn’t mean what I said earlier..” He started. ““About Pansy being better than you.” He finished. ““Why wouldn’t she be. I’m just ‘The Chosen One’s’ little sister. Nothing more, nothing less.” I tugged at my sleeves. My wrists were somewhat healed, still leaving pink scars in their wake.
““You are so much more than that. Your the fucking Hufflepuff princess. You could ask anyone to jump and they’ll say okay.” He countered. ““Why do you care.” I spat. ““Because.. I do” he started grabbing my wrists. He went to continue but noticed my flinch. He flipped my hands over revealing my scars.
I pulled my hands back. ““Were you going to jump?” He asks. ““No.” I stated, looking at the stars. ““Be honest Y/N, your not making eye contact.” He quipped. Sighing I laid back on the floor, propping my head on my hands.
““I thought about it, never had the guts to do it.” I sighed. ““You know it’s always been you instead of Pansy right? Pansy looked like a literal pug for most of our time here, with a horrible attitude. You, You have been a goddess since first year, with an amazing attitude.” He started, but couldn’t finish ““Remember during fourth year after I had told you to fuck off, you had left. I had said ‘If only his attitude were better.’ And apparently, it did get better..”
““Wait…. You like me too?” He questions. ““Too? Draco, I thought you were supposed to be with Parkinson! What would your da—” he cut me off with a kiss. ““Right now, I’m happy. And if he can’t accept that, for the first time in my life, then, fuck him.”
““Why Parkinson, when I have you?”
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