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Hi. Is it possible for you to write a Draco x female reader fic in which Draco is the reader's best friend and he gets into a fist fight with another guy because he tries to get the reader to sleep with him? Only if you're comfortable. Thanks.

Hi lovely! 💕Thank you for requesting :) I’ve added a few extra details here and there. I hope you like it. X

My girl (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Word count: 2500

Warnings: a few mentions of avada and blood, Marcus Flint being a complete creep, overprotective draco soft Draco, fist fight? Yep. I think that covers it. Lmk if this needs any more warnings.

A/n: i’ve been going through a really big writing slump. This really helped me get through it because I honestly enjoy writing fluffy/angsty Draco. 🥲

~~~

“The essay is to be done in pairs.” Said Professor Binns, making you suppress a sigh of utter frustration. Every other professor had already piled you up with homework and readings from prescribed textbooks. And now, professor Binns was only adding to the misery.

“I will however, allow you all to pick your partners for this essay.” The professor added and you already knew who you wanted to work on the essay with. It was a no brainer.

You looked up from your textbook and turned your head to find him across the classroom. To your delight, he was already looking at you with an all knowing smirk on his face.

He was your partner by default for everything.

Essays, Potions class, all of the school dances and sometimes even detention—most of which would be his fault anyway.

“How on earth are you two just friends?” Was something people asked the two of you on the daily.

Most of the time, you’d brush it off because there was no particular answer to this.Draco Malfoy was your best friend, your confidante, your partner in crime.

Surely there was nothing more to this relationship right?

“I say, we ditch this pathetic excuse for a school and make a run for it.” Draco scoffed, walking up to you.

“Always the over dramatic one, Draco.” You rolled your eyes at him as you started to collect your books and shove them carelessly into your bookbag. “And where is it that we are running to?”

“Anywhere but here.”

“Fine then, let's go.” You said, walking out the door and he quickly followed. “We can work on our escape plan while we work on this essay in my room.”

“Whatever.”

~~~

The next two hours were spent working fruitlessly on the essay. You were busy skimming through passages trying to find something relevant to the topic at hand while Draco was busy watching you skim through those passages.

He couldn’t tell why he was so engrossed in watching you, and the way your forehead crinkled and your eyes moved in deep concentration along with the words.

He’d always thought you had the prettiest face he’d ever seen but was he always this attracted to you?

Everyone was right. How on earth were you two just friends?

Draco went back to his own book and tried to pretend like his newly discovered attraction didn't bother him. But oh, it was killing him.

Everytime he looked up from his book and his grey eyes made contact with your lips, he wanted to grab you by the waist and kiss you.

Draco let out an inaudible sigh and pretended like Professor Binns was in the room too. That was the only way he could focus.

And as the hours continued to fly by, his mind continued to spiral out of control.

The hot flush he always felt in his stomach, the bile he felt in his throat whenever he saw you laughing or talking to another guy was suddenly making sense to him.

Some days, you’d tell him how funny Fred and George were or how kind Cedric was and he’d feel this impulsive need to walk up to them and Avada their arses into oblivion.

Merlin’s beard! it was all making sense to him.

“That's enough for today.” Draco said in a hurry as he slammed his book shut. He rubbed his palms against his face and tugged on his silver and green tie in an attempt to loosen it.

“You alright?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, it's just a bit hot in here.” He sighed before collapsing on your bed and pressing his face flat against the pillow. He did that quite often.

The first time you’d seen him do that was when you stayed over at the Malfoy Manor during the summer holidays after your fourth year at Hogwarts. That was the same night, you’d woken up in cold sweat in the guest bedroom after a terrifying nightmare. Draco had been kind enough to let you share his bed and lend you one of his shirts that night. You kept the shirt.

“Move over.” You yawned as you closed your book and tossed it underneath your bed. Draco gave a lazy hum and made space for you next to him and you happily settled down on the bed.

He nonchalantly put his arms around your waist as if it was the most natural thing to do and pulled you towards him until your back was pressed firmly against his chest. He did that quite often too.

There was always something peculiar about the moments you two shared. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was.

Especially when your head was slowly getting fuzzy from the crisp and aromatic scent of his cologne.

Was that sandalwood? Also, mint?

Did Draco always smell this good?

You caught a glimpse of his lips and licked your own wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. You’d heard Pansy Parkinson talk about what a fantastic kisser he was back when they were briefly dating and it took every ounce of self restraint you had to control yourself from hexing her off the face of the earth.

“Y/n?” His voice interrupted your forbidden fantasies.

“Hmm?”

He lifted his tired head slightly from the pillow and you could see a wonky little smile on his ridiculously perfect face. “You’re my girl you know that?”

He ALWAYS called you his girl.

Albeit in a platonic way, it felt good to be his. His anything. It just didn’t matter.

“I do Draco.” You sighed, feeling content as you shifted your body closer to his. “I do.”

Sleep came easily when he was around.

With him you could let go of all your fears, your ghosts, the things that kept you up in the middle of the night. Everything.

He never told you this but he felt the same way, if not even more.

With you, it was as if he was in a place that was free of all sin.

Draco knew he wasn’t the nicest person at Hogwarts. He knew that you were fully aware of this.

Still, you never went away.

You looked at him with your crystal clear eyes full of hope and it made him want to redeem himself so bad.

He’d go out and about Hogwarts handing out apologies like handing out sweets if you’d asked.

~~~

Slytherin was playing against Gryffindor the very next day and the match felt like a losing battle for Draco.

For one, keeping himself steady on his broom was nearly impossible due to the wind and looking for the snitch was just as difficult due to the pouring rain.

Second, he’d heard Marcus Flint talk about you in the changing room before the match in a way that made his stomach churn.

“Five galleons if I can get y/l/n to sleep with me after the match.” Flint cackled, earning a round of wolf whistles from everyone in the slytherin team. Everyone except Blaise Zabini and Draco, who was clenching his hand into a tight fist.

“What do you think, Malfoy?” Flint taunted even more when he noticed that Draco was visibly bothered. “Good plan?”

Draco took an angry step forward.

“Say that again Flint, I dare you.”

“Oh come on Malfoy. You’ve already had your fun.” Flint shrugged his shoulders.

In that particular moment, Draco felt like a scorpion striving to kill. He wasn’t going to hesitate using every hex he could think of if that cretin uttered one more word about you.

Flint was lucky Blaise was around to pull Draco back before a full fledged fight broke out.

With a long frustrated groan, Draco brought his focus back to the ongoing match.

And even though he knew he ought to be keeping his eyes fixed on the pesky little snitch, he couldn’t help but sneak in quick little glimpses of you cheering him on at the stands.

Just get through this Draco.

Just get the match over with.

He soared up towards the sky and closed his eyes for a second and inhaled deeply. The scent of rain, wet grass and broom polish was prominent in the air.

When his eyes opened, he caught sight of the snitch and instantly dove towards the ground to catch it before Harry.

When it came to catching the snitch, the need to beat the boy who lived was always there. But today, something else drove Draco.

It was the need to protect you from whatever Flint was planning to do.

He’d never flown so fast in his entire life. With his hand reaching forward, Draco grabbed a hold of the snitch and crashed straight into the ground.

“Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch earning 150 points. Slytherin wins the match.”

A huge crowd of cheering and screaming Slytherins started to form around him. Some gave him a pat on the back before congratulating him.

Draco quickly propped himself off the ground and pushed through the sea of green and silver scarves and robes.

“Congratulations Draco.” Pansy Parkinson gushed, grabbing a hold of his arm. “I was thinking we could celebrate.”

“Thanks,” Draco muttered absently, still trying to make his way out.

“Wait, Draco.” Pansy continued, following him. “I said, I was thinking we could celebrate somewhere private,”

“I heard you the first time, Pansy.” He muttered. “Now, if you'll excuse me.”

He picked up his pace and started to sprint away from the quidditch pitch.

You always waited for him outside the changing room after each match to celebrate or mourn depending on the outcome.

Normally, he’d have been excited with the thought of you waiting but today, he prayed that you had decided to go back to your dorm.

~~~

You paced back and forth outside the changing room waiting for Draco to arrive.

The rain had started to fizzle away at this point, and soft filtered light from the clouds made the ground look glossy and fresh.

Even though in the beginning, it looked like Gryffindor was going to win the match by a landslide, the last minute turn of events changed everything.

The way Draco steered his broom and dove straight to the ground in one sharp movement was nothing short of extraordinary.

Soon you heard footsteps approaching your way and your heart did slow cartwheels with each footstep you heard.

You just couldn’t wait to throw your arms around him and congratulate him on his spectacular victory.

“Hello there y/n.”

Your smile quickly faded when you realised it wasn’t Draco.

“Uh, hello Marcus.” You said as politely as you could. “Congratulations on winning the game today.”

“Why thank you y/n.” He gave you a coy smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Just waiting for Draco. Have you seen him at all?”

Marcus took a long look at you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe in a way that made you feel queasy.

“Oh, I saw him leave with Parkinson right after the match.” He finally said and your face fell.

Pansy?

But Draco said he wasn’t interested in her. Why would he lie to you?

“Oh.” You barely managed to say. “Alright then, I guess I better head back to my dorm.”

“Y/n. Wait.” Marcus called out, reaching for your hand and grabbing by the wrist. “We’re Celebrating in the Slytherin common room tonight. Want to go with me?”

“Thanks for asking but I’ll have to decline your offer Marcus.” You said as you tried to extricate his hand from yours. “I uh—have some homework to catch up on anyway.”

“Oh, Come on Y/n.” He persuaded you with his grip still tight on your wrist. “It’ll be fun.”

“I’m alright. Thanks.” You declined his invite once again with a firmer tone.

“It’s just a party y/n. Don’t be a priss!”

“She said she doesn’t want to go with you, Flint.” You heard Draco’s voice coming from behind you. “So why don’t you just sod off before I—”

“Before you what?” Marcus challenged as he let go of your hand and took a step towards Draco. “Tell me Malfoy what are you going to—”

Draco’s right hook made an impact with Flint’s face before he could even finish his sentence.

Marcus cried out in agony and covered his nose with his hand as drops of crimson started to ooze out.

He then walked straight at Draco and threw a punch at his face, causing his lips to split.

~~~

Draco ran his thumb along his bottom lip and inspected the blood as white hot rage started to consume him.

“Let’s get out of here Draco.” You said as you grabbed him by the arm. “He’s not worth it.”

Draco took one long look at you and he knew.

He knew he was in love with you.

He knew it by the ache in his heart when he saw the worried look on your face.

And what an absolutely inconvenient time it was for his sudden realisation!

Heaving a huge sigh, Draco lovingly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before stepping in front of you.

“Walk away Flint.”

Upon hearing this, Flint broke into a maniacal looking smirk through the blood now smeared on his lips as he looked at Draco. “Come now Draco, surely we can share.”

“What did you say!?” Draco shouted as his vision got blurry with rage.

“I said we can—”

Draco grabbed Marcus by his quidditch robe and flung him to the ground before dropping down on his knees to throw multiple angry punches to his face.

“If you ever talk about y/n that way again, I will kill you.”

Draco then grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. Marcus now looked pale and frightened at Draco’s anger.

“If I see you hovering around my girl, I will personally make sure you regret it. Understood?!”

Marcus landed face first to the ground when Draco let go.

It took him a few seconds to stand up straight and as soon as he was able to balance himself on two legs, Marcus scuttled away.

“Are you okay y/n?” Draco asked, cupping your cheeks into the palms of his hand. His anger, now replaced with concern.

“I am now.” You said softly before leaning in towards him.

It took him a few seconds to acknowledge and register what was happening before he tilted his head to meet you halfway.

It was the kind of kiss people could only dream about.

After being each other’s “date” to many school dances, after all those stolen glances, maybe a few missed chances, the long overdue kiss was finally happening.

After you backed away, your eyes fluttered open and he noticed that you complexion was suddenly peachy and your eyes slightly glassy.

“This feels good doesn’t it?” You murmured before pressing another soft kiss onto his lips. “This feels right.”

Draco only hummed in agreement before lifting you off the ground and kissing you deeply—the way he’d always wanted to during your years of friendship.

Like the time you walked into his room in the middle of the night with tears flooding your eyes due to a nightmare , or when you had burned the toast you’d promised him the very next morning.

He’d pictured kissing you after every quidditch match and during every slow song you’d ever danced to.

He’d been in love with you through all the essays, through every potions class, detention, summer holidays and Hogsmeade trips.

how silly he was that he never saw this coming.

Or Maybe he did.

All he knew was that he was never going to be the same.

“You’re my girl you know that?” He whispered as he gently put you down.

“I do Draco.” You smiled. “I do.”

FIN.

~~~~~~~

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