Summary: Now that you were as confused as ever, you decided to do something about it. And that something was absolutely nothing. Or was it? And would Draco notice?
A/N: Y’all I really can’t stop writing this because it’s so cute and it needs to get somewhere but those things take time and well welcome to pining and a change of heart. Please enjoy my semesters of Latin used in this series also. It’s quite fun to use what I know to create potions and spells. I love you all and the feedback I’ve gotten so far! It means the world to me! Stay safe and stay creative!
I spent almost all night trying to figure out what Draco meant in the hall but found nothing. Well, there was the hope that maybe he understood something deeper about happiness… but that couldn’t be possible. And if it was why would he tell me?
I wanted to talk to him, confront him, ask him what he meant.
I also wanted to know where this family feud started… there had to be a good reason that Lupines didn’t get along with Malfoys, other than the obvious I assumed.
But was it obvious?
“You’re going to stare a hole through the wall Y/n,” Hermione didn’t look up from her book as she noted my glaring.
Summary: You hated Malfoy and he hated you and you were okay with that. It was natural. The Malfoys and the Lupines hating each other. It was fine by you… so then why did you care when he got hurt?
A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is! A small piece to what I have coming for you guys. At the moment we’re gonna keep it in book 4 because… well I want to. A few notes: 1. I gave the Reader a last name (and something very close to my own) 2. Because I’m American, so is the reader (it’s explained) 3. Yes, I am a Gryffindor (but I have a problem with the House system, but I won’t get into that now) Please let me know what you think! Do you guys want a seperate blog dedicated to this?
Fourth year at Hogwarts and of course Malfoy stood right there on the train as we shipped off. I didn’t say anything as he and Ron and Harry got into it again, though I wanted to. It had been four years and the only person that Malfoy hated as much as Potter, happened to be me.
Our families had been rivals for… centuries. In a desperate attempt to break the cycle, my parents moved to America, with me. I had no contact with Malfoy or his family… until I got my letter to Hogwarts. Then the time came to go back and be who I was meant to be.
When first year came, there was a blond-haired stood beside me in line alphabetically, and though he didn’t talk to me, and scared off other students, I did manage to get a smile from him. I knew his nerves matched mine. We had reputations to live up to. It gave me hope that I wasn’t alone.
Then I found out he was a Malfoy.
And I was a Lupine.
Slytherin and Gryffindor.
I guess it started then. Every class we had together we had avoided each other. Shunned each other. I refused to rise to his bait, and I suppose he grew bored. We hated each other in silent. Unlike Harry, Ron, and Hermione—who I was quite close to, but not completely taken with—I sighed and shook my head.
That was, until third year and the entire Buckbeak incident happened. Then I wasn’t quiet anymore. I was almost worse than Harry about making snide comments to the ‘Slytherin Prince.’ I hated injustice and I was tired of being quiet about it. And Harry wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, and Hermione wasn’t the most vocal… I on the other hand was both, and it infuriated Malfoy to no end. Because there was one thing that I had on him:
I was a pure blood. And he couldn’t do anything about that.
Our rivalry grew. Every day it was something different. Every class we had together we challenged the other. I won most, but the few he did win he wouldn’t let me live down. Our duels left him angry and brooding and me grinning and smiling all day.
Maybe I could see why our two families didn’t get along. He was too easy. It was almost fun. It also helped me in my classes—to beat Malfoy at his game I had to be smarter than him.
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The Fourth Year
“You’re a pathetic excuse for a pure blood,” He sneered as I got off of the train.
I snorted a laugh and rolled my eyes, Harry and the other two had gone on ahead, leaving me with Malfoy and his two goons.
“Careful Malfoy, I don’t think I’m a mirror,” I quipped, a wicked grin on my face.
I could see him grow red as he looked for a comeback. I simply walked off.
“You won’t win! No matter what you do!” He shouted.
“I don’t have to win!” I turned around, still making my way towards the school. “I just have to beat you!” A smile stayed on my face for the rest of the night.
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I watched as Harry turned away and Malfoy rose to cast a spell against him. I drew my own wand to counter him, but there was no one to cast a spell on but a small silvery ferret, where Malfoy was standing.
I stared at the small thing, a smile growing on my face. This was almost too easy.
Moody came then, started scolding the little ferret Malfoy, holding him by his tail and I itched to tell Moody that’s not how you’re supposed to handle any kind of animal—even if it was Malfoy—but McGonagall beat me to it.
Something, that was beyond any rivalry, gripped my heart when I saw Malfoy, now human again, curled up on the floor in pain and fear. I was about to reach my hand out to help him up, but Hermione gave me a nudge. A reminder.
“Don’t talk to me,” Ron said quietly as we sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
I was almost to lost in thought to notice that he had said anything.
“Why not?” said Hermione in surprise, drawing me from my thoughts.
“Because I want to fix that in my memory forever,” said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. “Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret …”
Harry and Hermione both laughed, and a smile touched my lips as I ate quietly. I didn’t quite agree, and I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I should be laughing at his misfortune. It was almost too easy. The entire situation was a gift from my ancestors, and yet something was… off.
“He could have really hurt Malfoy, though,” Hermione said. “It was good, really, that Professor McGonagall stopped it —”
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe I didn’t like the idea that he had gotten hurt… or could have gotten hurt worse than he already was. But why did I care again? We were enemies. That was that. And yet…
I tuned out Ron yelling at Hermione at her comment.
“Hermione’s is right guys, it could have hurt him,” I muttered.
I looked up from my plate and Ron and Harry were staring at me like I had three heads. Hermione was indifferent, the look on her face like she knew something.
“Any why do youcare? You hate him more than the rest of us.” Harry pointed out.
“I compete with him yes, and he’s a pain, yes, and I wish I never had to see him again… but he doesn’t deserve to…” I trailed off knowing I was fighting a losing battle.
“I’m off to the library,” Hermione stood, pushing her plate away.
“I’m gonna go too,” I stood, pushing away my half-eaten plate.
“But why? You don’t have homework!” Ron complained.
“I’m not doing schoolwork,” Hermione said in passing as we left.
As we walked down the hall Hermione didn’t stop looking at me. I sighed and kept to my own thoughts, trying to unravel the dilemma that the situation presented.
“Youlike him,” she nudged me.
“What?No! I don’t!” I deflected. “Me!? Like a Malfoy!?”
She laughed.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell the boys. But if you want to check on him, he’s probably in the infirmary complaining.”
“Why would I—”
“You really think I believe you want to go to the library?” She raised an eyebrow. “You hate the library. You study in your room at all costs,”
That was true, I preferred my own space and to study in the comfort of my own bed and room. It was hard enough focusing, let alone focusing on things in a place I wasn’t comfortable in.
“I just… I don’t know Hermione… seeing him like that.No one deserves that. I know Malfoy is… Malfoy… but injustice is still injustice?” I offered. It was some sort of explanation.
“Go,” She ordered. “I’ll see you later.”
I debated a moment more then decided.
“Thanks, Hermione. I owe you one,”
“Just go!” She shoved me off and I changed directions heading towards the infirmary.
Thinking that this was the stupidest thing I ever had done, I, for once, shoved every preconceived notion about Malfoy that I had and went to go and see if he was… okay.
Ugh.
I could hear him complaining as I entered the hallway that held the infirmary. A smile touched my lips as I neared the door. Some things would never change.
“Can I help you, dearie?” Madam Pomfrey asked.
“Here as a visitor,” I smiled sweetly.
“For who? Mr. Malfoy?” She raised an eyebrow at me. She had seen both of us in here as a result of our little rivalry.
“Against my better judgement, yes.” I sighed.
She let me in and immediately his eyes snapped to mine. His eyes were puffy and red, like he had been crying. He looked pitiful. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t have it in me.
“What are you doing here? Come to make fun of me?” He snapped, crossing his arms.
“Where’s your posse?” I asked, folding my arms as well, cocking my head back. “I thought sure they would be with you.”
“Am I their keeper?”
“Ithought so.” I smirked.
“Whatever, Lupine,” he rolled his eyes.
We remained quiet around another as time stretched out. There were so many things that I wanted to say but didn’t. I wanted to ask if he was okay, if he needed anything, if he was still hurting. But I also wanted to laugh and make fun of him. I wanted to put him down and never let him live this down. I wanted to write a letter to my parents so that they knew…
And I did none of that.
“You make a cute ferret,” I noted and turned to leave, wondering why I went in the first place.
Redrew an old Harry Potter piece from 2014! (Which can be found through this link).
Of all my posts here, I think my Goblet of Fire piece is prolly one of my most popular. I decided to redraw it to see how I’ve improved, especially since personally, even back in 2014, I felt like it could’ve been executed better.
Also, Book 4 is STILL my favorite Harry Potter book and I still stand by the AU where the champions band together and defeat Voldemort :,)).
