Potter? || Draco Malfoy x Reader

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I stayed like that for a while after Harry left. I didn’t have a place to be, or even a place to go to, for that matter.

I thought I would’ve calmed down by now, that my anger would subside but instead I found myself plotting how to get back at Harry. How to get revenge, if you will.

I’d like to say I was never one for revenge, but that would be a stone cold lie. I lived by ‘An eye for an eye’ ever since I was a little girl. Which is why Harry fell victim to the Dursley’s hatred more than I did. He was always too much of a wuss to stand up for himself.

The fact he spoke back to me like that in the first place was unusual for me to see. Hogwarts really did change him a lot. I felt proud for a moment but immediately shook my head and stopped myself from going off topic.

Public humiliation wasn’t an option. Apart from the fact I didn’t want to go that far, I wanted it to be personal. ‘Hiding the only family we had left’-kind of personal.

I thought for a while, a few option coming to mind but none of them really satisfying me enough. I grew frustrated after a few hours. It never usually took me this long to figure something out.

My train of thought was interrupted by a silhouette blocking the sun that was sharing its warmth with me just moments ago. I looked towards the person, knowing there wasn’t a single being I wanted to talk to right now.

“You’re really the last person I want to see, Malfoy.” I said after I made out the platinum blonde hair. He was hovering above me, his signature smirk on his face.

Just as the words left my mouth, realisation hit me like lightning and I quickly sat up, my eyes wide open.

Maybe he wasn’t the last person I wanted to see. Maybe he was exactly the person I should see right now. Maybe he was sent to me by the universe hinting towards the perfect revenge plan.

A smile grew on my face as I figured out the details in my head and I looked at Malfoy. “Why don’t you have a seat.”

“Just for the record, I came here to tell you to go and be miserable somewhere else. This is the only place I can come to where Parkinson won’t find me, these spots are rare.” He explained as he sat down, “Don’t want you ruining that for me.”

I rolled my eyes, “What changed your mind?” I asked, a smirk on my face.

“Now I’m too interested in what’s going on in that little pea-brain of yours,” He said sarcastically and I smiled in anticipation of what I was about to propose.

“You’ll love it,” He furrowed his brows in confusion, not quite sure what to expect. Instead of saying anything else his grey eyes just looked at me, a hint of interest in them.

“I know you hate my brother,” I began and he immediately nodded, answering my rhetorical question. “Well, let me propose the perfect thing to show him just how much you really do.”

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧

Now that Malfoy and I had plotted the perfect plan, I felt eager to right the rest of the wrongs. More specifically the one including Wren Inkwood.

After checking the great hall for her unsuccessfully, I went to look for her in the common room, in hopes of finding her there.

I huffed when I scanned the leather couches and chairs but didn’t see her anywhere. To my surprise, when I opened the door to our dorm, ready to give up and spend the rest of my day in here, I spotted her sitting on her bed, reading the same book she read the night before.

“Since when do you read this much?” I said, catching her attention and she quickly closed the book with a thump.

“Y/n!” She exclaimed, almost surprised to see me. “About yesterday, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what my problem was either, I-“ She started rambling, the guilt in her eyes more apparent than ever.

“Already forgotten about.” I waved her off and a relieved smile formed on her face. “We all have bad days sometimes,” I said with a smile and she gave me a big hug.

“I didn’t take you for a hugger,” I laughed and she just shook her head. “Me neither.”

“Now,” She began once we’ve gotten a few inches between each other again and I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to go on. “What in Merlin’s beard happened with you and Harry?”

I sighed, not sure whether I should tell her the truth or just make something up. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. The way you delivered that line, the snake one, I loved it!” She laughed when she realised I was hesitant. “I just thought, for you to become that Slytherin, he must’ve done something pretty awful.”

I nodded, and began telling her what happened. I started with Malfoy, assuring her the reason I was late last night was because we were working on my essay. Then went on to tell her about Hermione and what she told me Harry was hiding.

I left out the part about Sirius Black, probably for the better. Not even I could handle that right now, so better not to burden anyone else with it.

I quickly glazed over the argument me and him had by the forbidden forest, her eyes widening at his last words to me.

“Bloody hell, maybe he belongs here with us.” She said.

“But do not worry, I have the perfect plan to get him back for that.” I nodded confidently. “And while the means of achieving it might not be ideal, the outcome will be worth it all.”

She raised her eyebrows, interested in what I had to say.

And while I could imagine by her reaction last night she wouldn’t like it one bit, I knew she would understand.


It was no secret most of the students were looking forward to our defence against the dark arts classes more than anything else. Professor Lupin was amazing.

Never in my Durmstrang-life could I have imagined to fight off a Boggart. And that in our first lesson.

It really only went uphill from there; every lesson more interesting than the last.

Of course, Malfoy and his goons were the only ones unsatisfied with the class, but nobody really expected anything else. They lost bad words about Lupin every chance they got. I wasn’t quite sure why, but I didn’t really care either.

“And that’s it for today.” A few people rushed out of the room as quick as they could, ready for lunch or just in a hurry to get away. Malfoy obviously one of them.

Only a day had passed since mine and Harry’s argument and I didn’t waste a single second even looking at him.

I knew at the end of the day we were going to be alright, but it was going to take a lot of work from my brother to get me to accept his apology. If he was even going to apologise in the first place.

It’s going to take him a while to get there, I knew that. Especially after I was done executing my plan. I smirked at the memory of it and couldn’t wait to see his face.

Wren and I were one of the first Slytherins to take a seat at the table during lunch. She was still going on about Lupin, almost worshipping the man.

If I didn’t know better I’d think she had a crush on him.

“God, Inkwood, if I hear one more word about that pathetic excuse of a teacher from you-“ Malfoy warned with a threatening look as he sat down next to us.

She just rolled her eyes in response and practically shoved her middle finger into his face. I laughed at the sight and they both scoffed.

“I’m sorry,” I silently mouthed towards Wren when we were both in the middle of our second portion. I knew she didn’t like sitting with Malfoy and I appreciated the sacrifice.

All she did was shake her head in disbelieve and give me sarcastic smile, knowing she didn’t really have a choice. I sighed.

A quick glance towards the Gryffindor table gave me the confirmation that I needed, knowing her sacrifice was worth it.

Harry sat there in disbelieve, looking back and forth between me, Malfoy and then Ron, who was frantically talking to him. Or at least trying. I doubt Harry was listening to anything the ginger was telling him.

I leaned over to Malfoy, who up until now was having a conversation with Crabbe and Goyle opposite of him. “It’s working,” I whispered, my mouth inches from his ear.

I could feel him tensing up next to me, goosebumps covering his neck but just wrote it off to the sensation of my warm breath touching his cold skin.

He side eyed my brother to check whether what I was saying was true. A smirk grew on the blonde’s face when he caught Harry glaring at him from across the hall. “This might just be the greatest idea you will ever have, Potter.” He turned to face me, his grey eyes meeting my (y/e/c) ones. “But don’t even think about coming that close to me ever again.”

His voice was threatening but his facial expression was completely calm and relaxed. I rolled my eyes but nodded, “You got it.”

I turned back to Wren who looked like she was about to throw her lunch back up. But the mention of Lupins name made her look just fine again.

And if she had to suffer through Malfoy, I could sacrifice a little bit of my own time for her to talk about his class.

We didn’t have anymore lessons for the day so I decided to seek out Hermione. I didn’t see her at lunch and was growing worried that her and the rest of the trio had fallen out because of what she did.

After all, Hermione was the only reason I even knew about Sirius Black to begin with.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out I would find her in the library and a smile grew on my face when I walked in and saw her sitting at one of the tables. At least a dozen open books were scattered around her.

I sat down on the chair opposite of hers, hoping that would be enough to catch her attention but she didn’t seem to have noticed me at all. “Hey!” I whispered, hoping Pince wouldn’t hear me.

Her head shot up, clearly startled by my sudden appearance. But once she recognised me, her features softened and she relaxed. “Y/n,” She replied, just as quiet.

“I know this isn’t the best place to be having a conversation, but I just wanted to check and see if you’re alright,” I began, not sure of what I should even say. “It’s just, I didn’t see you at lunch today and was worried you fell out with Harry and Ron because of me-“ She waved me off.

“Please, even if I wanted to spend time with them, I can’t,” she gestured towards the books in front of her and the look of worry on my face turned into a small smile. “Besides, I have other friends,” She mumbled so that I could barely hear it.

She was lost in her thoughts for a second before snapping back. “Don’t worry,” She smiled. “I am going to Hagrid’s with them this evening. I don’t think Harry is mad at me, he knows what he did was wrong.”

I nodded. She was probably right.

It was obvious Harry felt more than just guilty for not having told me. But he could hardly go back in time and undo it, so we would both just have to live with the consequences for now.

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