#draco x slytherin reader
Pairing: Draco x slytherin!reader
Warnings: none
A/N: here’s part two :)
Summary: Winter holiday gets a bit interesting in the Slytherin common room
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“Y/N.” Draco smiled walking over to you. You felt trapped under his gaze and all you could do was stand there staring, wishing you could have seen him any other time than while you just woke up and were brushing your teeth. “For a while I started to think you’d gone home for the holiday.” He explained when he reached you, his thumb coming up to wipe the toothpaste that was about to fall from your chin. “Here.” He smiled, holding his cup out for you, making your eyes go wide and you shook your head.
No way were you going to embarrass yourself any further by spitting in the cup right in front of him. You tried to walk around him, but his hand holding your upper arm stopped you.
“I’m not letting you go back into hiding.” He gave your bottom lip a nudge with the lip of the cup. You scrunched your nose up and shook your head, pushing the cup away with your chin. “Oh come on Y/N. It’s just toothpaste.” Draco sighed making your jaw clench. He kept eye contact with you while you finally let the toothpaste in your mouth dribble out into the cup, and you couldn’t help the embarrassed blush that was surely painting itself over your entire body.
“Happy?” You quipped once it was all out. “Draco?” You breathed out his name in a question when his thumb cleaned the corners of your mouth. “What are you doing?” You asked, taking a step back when he finally let your arm go.
“I wanted to talk to you.” Draco explained, and you nodded so he could continue. “I wasn’t going to be here for the holiday.” He started, making your eyebrows knit together. “But I know that you never go home during holidays because your parents always hang around mine and you’re never there.” He continued making you feel like you were punched in the gut.
“What’s your point?” You crossed your arms, pinching your elbow to keep your cool.
“So I decided to stay to talk to you.” He explained and you sighed.
“About?” You asked, digging your nails into your skin. Your parents weren’t ever something you liked talking about. The fact Draco pointed out the only reason they don’t want you home is because they don’t want you around the other pureblood families was definitely hitting a nerve.
“Your letter.” He answered making you nod.
“What about my letter?” You asked, trying to have him get to the point. You felt like you’d been standing there for longer than needed for the short conversation that hadn’t seemed to go anywhere just yet.
“Well.” Draco started, taking a step closer causing you to stumble back a step. “Maybe about what you said.” He continued. “You know… about my eyes.” He smiled, staring at you. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip in anticipation, you stared into them against your better judgement, your death grip on your arm loosening just at the sight of them. “Are you getting lost in them right now?” He smirked, and you felt like someone had just thrown an ice cold water right in your face. You blinked and averted your eyes, your grip on your arm tightening once more.
“No.” You muttered, shifting your weight to your other foot.
“Come on Y/N, it was a joke.” Draco explained, grabbing your chin softly, turning your head so you could look at him. “I wanted to apologise for what Parkison di-” He started and you scoffed already having had enough. You didn’t let him finish, and you smacked his hand off of your chin.
“I don’t need your pity Malfoy.” You seethed, your eyes narrowing. “Just because Parkinson did what she did. You shouldn’t apologize for her. That’s not your job and it doesn’t change anything, and I don’t appreciate you leading me on to get your kicks.” You pulled away, walking in the direction back to your room.
This continued for the whole week. Draco would find you and corner you when you were least expecting it, trying to catch you off guard. Lucky for you, you had some sense to start carrying your wand around with you even in the common room. You weren’t ashamed to say you used a few spells to knock Draco on his ass to give you time to escape into the comforts of your room. He would and could have gone in after you if he really wanted to, but you both knew he wasn’t going to deny you the comfort of your room. He’d finally had enough when you sat at the opposite end of the great hall, and when you got up he followed.
“Y/N wait!” Draco called after you but you only walked faster, hoping you got to your room before he could get to you. “Y/N please!” He tried again but you still ignored him. “Petrificus Totalus!” Draco called out and you cursed to yourself when you couldn’t take another step.
He was in for it once he let you go. You wanted to shake your head, but you could, only being able to roll your eyes. You heard his footsteps coming up behind you, and when he finally came into view, you tried your best to glare at him even though you could only move your eyes.
“I know you’re mad, but you wouldn’t let me talk to you any other way.” He explained, and all you did was blink in response. “I’m sorry Y/N, really. Parkinson shouldn’t have read your letter to me, and she shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.” He continued, making you roll your eyes. You wanted to say so many things, itching to grab your wand and send him flying to the other side of the hall. “I really liked your letter.” He continued making your eyes go wide. “Don’t look so surprised.” He laughed shaking his head.
You wanted to ask so many things now that you knew he liked it. Did he like you back? Was he just saying he liked it but didn’t feel the same? What were you going to say later if he says he likes you back? What would you do if he said he didn’t?
“Y/N calm down. Your eyes are going to pop out of your head.” Draco explained making your eyes focus back on him. “I just wanted to say that I like you too, you know. I have for a while. All the things Parkinson said wasn’t true. I even asked your father for permission to date you two years ago.” Draco rambled, and your jaw would have hit the floor if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were stuck in place. “Okay…” He whispered, patting your hand before walking away leaving you stuck for a minute before you finally were able to move your legs.
The first thing you did was try and find him, but no matter where you went he seemed to be nowhere in sight. You even tried going to the common room but there was no sign that he had been there since that morning. With a frustrated groan you sat on the steps of the common room after a few rounds around what felt like the whole school. You dragged yourself to the couch, letting yourself rest your head on the armrest. You were going to wait until he got back even if you had to stay all night.
“Y/N wake up.” You heard while you were being shaken slightly. It hadn’t felt slightly, you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt hands on you. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” Draco’s voice filled your ears when you felt his hands cup your face. You blinked a few times before he came into focus, and you finally pushed him away from you.
“You scared me!” You exclaimed, your hand still over your chest.
“I’m sorry.” He laughed, while he watched you sit up. “I know the couch isn’t that comfortable. I just wanted to make sure you went to your room.” He explained before his eyebrows knitted together. “Why are you sleeping here anyway?” He asked, making you sigh and stretch.
“Well I was waiting for you.” You mumbled, rubbing your neck. “Thank you.” You smiled softly when his fingers took over and he rubbed your neck for you. “You like me?” You asked softly, looking over to him.
“Yes I do.” He nodded and turned you to face him. “We can get back at Parkinson when she comes back if you want.” Draco explained and you blushed.
“I took care of it.” You admitted sheepishly, and Draco gave you a questioning look. “I may have left a few things in her dorm for her to come back to…” You smirked, biting your lip to hold yourself from laughing. “All I’ll say is she’ll be very itchy and walk into a horrible smell.” You smiled, patting his chest with your hand before kissing his cheek softly.
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A Shit Tutor (6/?)
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Slytherin!reader x Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 2,076
Warnings: fluff, none
“Now,really, Mr. Malfoy, I am morethan capable of handling this,” you heard the voice of Madam Pomfrey scoff in an offended tone.
“Thenwhy isn’t she awake yet?” Draco hissed. Your brain was swimming in fog, you could hear everything around you, but your eyelids were just so heavy.
“I’ve told you, there’s no telling how long someone will remain unconscious once they’ve passed out,” Madam Pomfrey sighed, and the clinking of tools and swishing of liquid could be heard.
“That’s rubbish!” Draco all but shouted.
“Draco,” Snape’s drawling voice sounded, warning him to hush. “I think what my eager young student means is, surely there’s some way of knowing?”
“Well judging by how her eyes are flitting under her lids I’d say she could wake up at any point,” she answered. You felt your face grow slightly warm, but you struggled to successfully pry open your lids.
“Y/N?” a cold hand found yours atop the sheet and the movement seemed to jolt your body awake. Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before finding Draco leaning towards you, his face scrunched with worry. Snape stood above him, several paces back, looking indifferent about it all.
“Draco?” you croaked, your throat thick with sleep still.
“Hey! You’re alright!” he said, visibly relaxing as you grinned sleepily at him.
“Course I am. I’ve done worse,” you shrugged, looking down at your wrapped hand.
“Well, that’s reassuring,” Snape muttered under his breath. “I suppose since she’s awake I’m no longer necessary?”
“No, Severus, you’re no longer necessary,” Madam Pomfrey said icily.
“Excellent,” Snape sneered. “Draco, mind her.”
“Of course, sir,” Draco said quickly. And with a swish of his cloak, Snape was gone.
“Complete sodding tosser,” Draco hissed, tightening his grip on your hand subconsciously. Looking away, not wanting to read too much into his presence, you noticed the sun was well behind the mountains in the distance, casting the room in shadow.
“What time is it?” you asked.
“Er, dunno. After dinner I’d guess, it got quite loud just a bit ago but it’s died down now,” Draco said, gesturing behind him to the hall.
“What happened?” you asked; you had a general idea, of course–it wasn’t your head you injured, but everything after you blacked out was blank.
“You don’t remember?” Draco said, his face taking on the anxious, pinched look again. “Does your head feel alright? I thought I caught you before you fell but maybe you hit the desk on the way down.”
Seeing Draco anxiously fret was a completely foreign sight. His eyebrows furrowed and raised slightly, his lips pursed, his hands flying to your exposed skin, feeling for a nonexistent fever.
“You what?” you gasped. Just when the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing, now you found you collapsed inhis arms? What was this a bloody novel?
“Well, you asked if I was mad at you–all I was asking is if you were alright; your eyes couldn’t focus and you kept swaying slightly. And then your eyes slid shut and you went limp, sliding off the stool seat. I dove forward and caught you just before your head smacked the floor, but you were completely out. Really scared a few people, I think Jal nearly fainted as well. Anyway, Snape was going to take you himself, but I insisted. I don’t bloody trust him with you, I mean, it was all he could do to wait until you were awake to leave. And now here we are,” he explained.
“Oh, Godric, Jal is probably freakingout,” you sighed, leaning back.
Just as your head hit the pillow, the door swung open and you both turned to see Blaise striding towards you, his hands in his pockets.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Draco asked. Though his tone was annoyed, his face softened slightly as Blaise approached.
“Alright, then?” he asked you in his deep voice, largely ignoring Draco’s outburst.
“Suppose so,” you shrugged. “Jal sent you, then?”
“Yeah, she can be very,” he paused, a small smile pulling at his dark features, “persuasive.”
“I was going to say completely fucking mad, but that works too,” you laughed. The smile set into his face at that and you smiled smugly to yourself; getting Blaise to change facial expressions alone was a feat, let alone a full smile.
“She wanted to come,” he started, pulling a hand from his pocket to gesture backwards.
“Yeah, she doesn’t do blood; I know,” you sighed, laughing slightly, remembering her woozy disposition when she leaked once on her period.
“Nearly passed out herself when you lifted your hand,” he remembered.
“It was pretty gnarly looking,” you allowed, casting a look down at your hand.
“Alright now though?” Blaise asked, leaning sideways to look at your hand himself.
“Mostly. It’s wrapped in, what the hell is this?” you asked, gesturing down to the light pink wrappings.
“Dittany petals,” Draco answered.
“Ah, you’ll be fine, then,” Blaise said, standing straight again. “Oh, hang on.”
Fishing in his pocket, Blaise pulled two, covered, tiny objects out and pulled his wand.
“Engorgio,” he spoke. The objects enlarged and a second later he held two full size, teetering, plates. Draco reached out and grabbed one, laying it across your lap before grabbing the other for himself. Opening the lid, you found a plate of fish and chips–your favorite.
“Oi! Cheers, mate!” you smiled, popping a delicious chip into your mouth.
“Jal sent me with them,” he shrugged. “I should get on, then. She’s probably sitting right next to the door waiting for me.”
“Probably,” you giggled.
“I’ll see you later?” he asked, turning to address Draco for the first time.
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few,” he answered, uncovering a plate of meat and potatoes. At Draco’s response, Blaise turned and strode out of the wing.
“Stiff git,” you laughed, watching the way Blaise’s movements stayed tightly controlled, clenched, almost.
“You have no idea,” Draco muttered, forking a bite into his mouth.
“You don’t have to stay with me, I know you’d probably rather be in the common rooms entertaining your goons,” you said, giving him an out.
“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he answered simply, taking another bite. The heat crept up into your face without hesitation now and you smiled to yourself. The next few minutes were quiet, but comfortable. The clinking and scraping of your utensils filled the otherwise silent wing, along with Pomfrey’s shuffling in her office. After you were finished eating, Draco took your plate and stacked it with his, laying it on the table next to you.
“How are you feeling, love?” Madam Pomfrey spoke suddenly, startling you.
“Alright, bit stiff,” you answered, wincing as you tried to flex your fingers.
“Yes, that was a particularly nasty gouge. Always happens, though it’s usually the first years who end up cutting themselves,” she said, both comforting and embarrassing you. “Haven’t had it to the bone in years, though.”
“Happy to oblige,” you smiled tightly as she peeled back the petals to check on your hand.
“Almost there dear. Since it’s already so late, I’m going to keep you overnight. By morning it should be healed and ready to go,” she said, rising and whisking around your bed. “Best be getting back to your dorms, Mr. Malfoy.”
“I’m staying,” the words were a fact; not a request, not a demand, but a declaration.
“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Malfoy, I assure you I’m more than–”
“Professor Snape asked me to stay with her; I’m sure my father would agree with Professor Snape. Unless you’d like to ask them?” he all but sneered, angry she was trying to boot him.
“Draco, it’s–” you cut yourself off at the intense look in his eye as he shot his glare to you.
“This is really most inappropriate! A boy staying with a girl in an empty wing!” she bristled, annoyed at the situation. She met Draco’s eyes and they locked in a stalemate for a few tense moments. “Fine. But I’ll be right on the other side of that door.”
“I should bloody well hope so,” Draco snapped, causing her to huff offendedly and whisk off to her office, shutting it harder than necessary.
“You have a talent for pissing people off,” you remarked, trying to ease the tension that lingered in the air.
“Yields results though,” he sighed, rubbing his face.
“Are you alright?” you asked.
“AmI alright? I’m fine,” he laughed mirthlessly. You looked at him intently, but he seemed to be solid in his resolve, and being the private person Draco was, you dropped it. “You should get some sleep.”
“I should get some sleep? Youshould get some sleep–I’ve just spent the last 5 hours unconscious,” you laughed. Despite yourself, a yawn slipped past your lips. “Alright, I suppose I am a bit tired.”
“Get some sleep. I’ll be here,” he said, leaning back in his seat.
“You need sleep too. You should go back to your dorm. Seriously, Draco, I’ll be fine,” you tried to convince him but he crossed his arms and settled in.
“Get some sleep,” he repeated, this time an edge to his voice.
“Fine,” you pouted, turning over on your side and pulling up your covers. Within seconds, the black behind your eyes became richer and your head spun slightly as you began to fall asleep.
“You’re adorable when you pout,” you thought you heard Draco whisper. Did ‘adorable’ even exist in his vocabulary? And without another thought, the black pulled you under once more.
“Y/N? Are you awake?” you heard Draco speak softly. You knew you should answer, but the curiosity was too much. There was no light in front of your lids, no birds chirping softly, even the shufflings of Madam Pomfrey were nonexistent. You guessed it was deep in the night.
“Talking to a sleeping girl in the middle of the hospital wing,” Draco sighed, and you could practically see him push back his hair, running a pale hand through his blonde locks. “Who the hell have I become?”
“Look at what you’ve done to me.” His voice was softer now, and you felt the weight of his hand fall on your leg. “Turned me into an anxious, quivering mess. Probably looked like something out of a horror movie, carrying your lifeless body through the halls, leaving a trail of blood in our wake. Scared the fucking hell out of me. Good Godric. You can’t do that to me. You can’t,”
He paused, words seemed to fail him and you strained to hear his quiet words.
“I dunno how, but you’ve wormed your way in. And now you live there, all day, everyday. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s better or worse that we’re in the same house. Can hardly pay attention in class when you’re right there to look at. Watching you laugh with Jal, the way your Y/E/C eyes light up when you know the answer, the little pout on your lips as we head down into the dungeons for Potions, the way the fire in the common rooms reflects off your Y/H/C hair. But then, if you weren’t there for me to watch I’d wonder about you all day. Might even sneak around to find you. Is that weird? Probably, just a bit stalkerish. Suppose no weirder than talking to an unconscious girl in a hospital wing.” He sighed then once more. “What would someone as good as you want with me?”
The way he spoke made it clear how he thought of himself, and it made your chest hurt. You thought he might say more, but after a few minutes it seemed as though he was done. The weight of his hand left your bed and a moment later a slight creaking could be heard. Once you felt it was safe enough to do so, you peeked through an eye and saw him lying in a cot Madam Pomfrey must’ve drawn up.
With his eyes closed, relaxed, with the covers drawn to his chin he looked much younger. The darkness usually shadowing his features was gone, the nearly constant annoyed crease in his brow was smooth, his lips puckered slightly as he settled into a deep sleep.
Smiling softly to yourself, amazed at the fact you had Draco Malfoy sleeping in a cot by your bedside, you let your lids slide closed again.
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