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its-machii · 8 months

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Don't Forget About Me..

Draco x OC Anna ~2k words please enjoy :)

Anna was finishing her homework that was assigned from Professor Snape. She was sitting in the library in a quiet area that she and a certain blond know of. As the brunette was doing her work Draco Malfoy ended up coming over to her with a smile on his face. There wasn’t the usual sneer on his face that he used to look at others with. “Are you excited to watch me in today’s quidditch game? I’ll be sure to win this game.” Draco said with all confidence. Anna looked up at her secret lover and smiled softly. “You always do well, I’m sure you’ll get the golden snitch.” Anna says just as confident as him. She cleans up her books and gathers them before she puts them away in her bag. “We shall get going, the game is going to start within the next two hours. You should at least get something to eat.”

Draco and Anna end up walking to the Great Hall together but end up splitting up so they can go to their respective tables. Draco of course was in Slytherin, Anna though was in Gryffindor. The two houses were bound to be against each other. Anna sits down with the golden trio. Ron was shaking since this was his first game he was going to play in. “You’ll do fine, Ronald.” Herminone says trying to ease his nervous behavior.

Ron had big eyes as he looked at Hermione. “Talk for yourself! You’re not one to play in the game!” Anna giggles softly watching how nervous he was before she took stolen glances at Draco. He looked ready for the game as he talked to his other teammates. Draco also looks over and gives her a smirk as he looks away soon after. Soon after everyone ate they were soon in the stands for the game.

Today it was Gryffindor v.s. Slytherin, everyone was ready to see how the game would play out and who would end up winning. Anna was standing with Hermione and her eyes were on Draco. She was watching as they all flew out and she cheered with her fellow peers. As the game starts she sees both Harry and Draco chase after the golden snitch. She sees the twins also fly by as they were protecting the other players from the bludgers that were flying around.

Harry and Draco were neck and neck with getting the golden snitch, they started to bounce off each other and they also started to hit each other. Anna watches closely before her eyes widen. Out of nowhere a bludger ends up hitting Draco’s broomstick. She stands up as she watches him fall from a high height, when his body hits the ground she lets out a gasp and she runs to the edge of the stands watching as his friends end up going to Draco. She watches as they take him off the field and to the hospital wing.

Hermione stops Anna and looks at her closely. “Do you like.. Malfoy?” She asks softly before Anna looks at her. “Is he the reason you have been sneaking out at night?” Hermione pushes again.

“He might be the reason why.. But right now I have to go see him in the hospital wing..” She goes past Hermione and bites her lip before she runs off to find Draco. Running through the halls, she was wondering if he was alright, but knowing he had broken bones. She makes it to the hospital wing and gasps softly before she hides behind the tapestry. Anna was watching as his friends were by his side to make sure that he was fine. Waiting until they were gone she slowly looks around to make sure that they were gone and she walks out to him. Overlooking how he looked she could see that he had a broken arm and maybe broken ribs as well.

Anna took a seat by him and he just glared at her. “What do you want, you filthy half-blood? You have no business here.” The way he talked to her she felt how cold his voice was and how he seemed to think her presence was bothersome. “Love, no one else is here.. You don’t have to act like this..” Anna says softly trying to take a hold of his hand. “Don’t you dare touch me! I don’t need you here and don’t want to see you!” Draco almost screams in her face.

Her eyes widen as she looks at him before she slowly stands up and nods slightly frowning, “I’m sorry..” Anna spoke almost as if she was dead inside. “What’s going on here?” Blaise walked back in holding a plate of food for Draco. Blaise looks at Anna and raises a brow before he remembers Draco mentioning a girl, nodding slightly he looks at her and sighs softly. “He is experiencing amnesia, he can’t remember anything from the last two years.”

The brunette looks at her lover and nods slightly before she looks at Draco, “I’ll find a way to make him remember me.” Anna says with determination, she takes one more look at Draco as he glares at her. Turning around she sighs softly before she walks out of the hospital wing trying to think of what she can do to make him remember. She was playing with her necklace that he had gifted her for her birthday this year and she bites her lip.

Making her way to her dorm instead of the Great Hall for dinner, she thought maybe she could write him a letter. So she sat down and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Anna started to write down her feelings and some of the memories that they did together. Folding the letter up she puts it into an envelope so she can give the letter to Draco the next day. Thinking of all the memories that she shared but now felt as if they were lost, she got into bed and dreamt of him remembering her.

When the sunlight comes through the curtains she yawns softly as Anna slowly wakes up. After a short while she gets ready. As she finishes getting ready she puts a smile on her face as she grabs the letter. Walking to the hospital wing she walks in seeing Draco as he is awake. “Good morning, Draco.” Anna smiles as she takes a seat next to him and Draco rolls his eyes.

“What do you want, I obviously told you that I don’t want you here. So why bother?” The blond said as he sneered at her. Anna stands up smiling softly at him and hands him the letter she wrote. Draco reluctantly takes the letter before she waves and bids her good-bye. Draco watches her leave before he throws the letter besides him not bothering to read it. Blaise walks in and looks at his friend raising a brow as he passes Anna on his way in. “She was back?” Blaise said before handing him a plate of breakfast. Draco rolls his eyes and takes the plate, “she gave me a stupid letter. I don’t care to read it at all. She’s a filthy half-blood.” Draco begins to eat before he talks to Blaise for a bit before his friend leaves the room to get his own breakfast.

As the next few weeks went by, Anna didn’t seem like herself, she seemed almost as an empty shell of what she was with Draco in her life. Draco on the other hand went back to his old self. He was picking on the first years, while also being a bigger bully to others. Anna watched Draco from afar, seeing him out of the hospital wing and now walking around. Blaise was also talking to Anna knowing that they were seeing each other and he knew that Draco seemed to be a better person when he was with her.

Anna’s smile seemed to fade from her face as she came to the fact that she didn’t know what to do anymore. She would write little sentences from Draco’s favorite muggle songs. She would leave them around Hogwarts for him to see, and today he did. Draco stared at it for a moment before he blinked slightly. ‘So I sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet ‘cause we’re dead if they knew.’ A memory came to his mind as he remembers sneaking out of his dormitory to meet someone in the garden of Hogwarts. Closing his eyes he watches the memory play in his mind and his eyes widen as he sees her face, Anna.

Anna quietly was walking away from Draco and his friends, he caught a glimpse of her and he thought for a moment. He watched his secret girlfriend blend into the crowd as she walked along everyone else. She keeps her head down as she makes a slight face as she makes her way to the library, her secret little spot. Getting to her spot she set her things down, she took her notes out and a book before she looked around and got her headphones out listening to music while she worked.

Draco stays with his friends thinking of a way to get Anna alone so he can talk to her, his mind slowly filling with memories together. A small smile comes over his face as he thinks about her and goes about his day taking the quote of the song into his pocket.

As dinner comes around, Draco and his friends get to the Great Hall and sit at the Slytherin table. He kept his eyes on the doors of the Great Hall keeping an eye out for Anna. As soon as Anna walks in she walks to her table and sits down with her friends. Grabbing a plate she put food onto her plate making small conversation. Draco stands up abruptly and his friends stare at him weirdly before watching him walk off to the Gryffindor table. “Anna!” Draco says loudly, getting the attention of Anna, but also everyone else.

Anna slowly turns around and sees Draco, her eyes widen slightly before she clears her throat sitting up slightly looking at Draco. “Yes..” She says softly tilting her head and looks around at everyone else. Draco gives her a smirk and leans down gently placing a kiss onto her lips, “I remember..” He took her into his arms hugging her tightly. Gasping softly Anna felt tears form in her eyes as she soon clung onto Draco. “You didn’t forget about me..?” She asks softly and smiles softly.

“I would never forget about you again, Anna. I’m sorry for causing you any pain.” Draco whispers into her ear and pulls away slightly to look at her face. “It’s lovely to have you in my arms again, love.” He says proudly and smiles.

Everyone was looking at a new side of Draco as he smiled, but it only seemed for Anna. “What made you remember me?” She asked, walking with him as he dragged out of the Great Hall, he wanted to spend time with her now that he remembered. “Well..” He pulled out the little quote from the song that she wrote and chuckled softly. “I found this around and I soon remembered that I have you in my life.”

Anna looks at the piece of paper and smiles softly and giggles nodding her head. “Well I’m glad that you found them. Love Story by Taylor Swift, one of your favorite songs.” She looks up at Draco and gently bumps his shoulder with hers. “I’m glad that you remember, I missed you dearly.” She spoke while walking through the halls with him.

Draco grabs her hand before he looks at her and smiles at her, “I promise to never forget you again, you are the light in my life and I know that I need you in it.” Anna stared at Draco with admiration and love in her eyes, “And I’ll always be by your side at all times.” Anna says and gently kisses him.

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Quiet- Oliver Wood x Female Reader

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Summary: You have been the chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team for about a year now and were what everyone would call a ‘quiet brute’ you were fast and silent. For the past year both you and Oliver grew feelings for each other, but Oliver didn’t think you had felt the same. Until one day when Slytherin cheats during a match and you reveal why you have been quiet for so long

Kody: Let’s see if i can capture the Oliver Wood we know. i’m am also fully aware that the timing will not fit in well, but it’s fanfiction so like lmao. I watched every single quidditch scene for this bullshit lol and i still don’t get it so bare with me please.

House: Gryffindor

Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, Marcus Flint, Slytherin slander, (jkjkjk) a smidge of angst

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Tap!

you open your eyes and snap your head towards the sound. Eyes stopping your window. An owl was tapping its beak against the glass pane. It was so early, who would send a letter this early? Sitting up from the bed and throwing your legs off, you walk towards the feathery companion.

reaching for the latch, you unhook and push it open. The owl stepped off of your windowsill and onto the desk right under the ledge. You plop down onto the seat and reach for the letter in its mouth. The owl drops the letter in your hand. You rip off the wax seal and grab the folded piece of paper in the envelope.

unfolding it you see a familiar name written at the bottom ‘Oliver Wood’ the captain of your quidditch team. The wizard you had known for a year and had a small- well large infatuation with. You cracked a small smile before reading the contents of the letter.

‘Dear Y/n, since we are playing against Slytherin tomorrow and they are our biggest rivals i want add an early morning practice today, hence the letter now. This extra training will help, i promise. Once you receive this letter head to the Gryffindor common room. With l- Sincerely Oliver.’

you sigh deeply. Not being a morning person meant you hated getting up early in general, but you couldn’t do much about it. So you go over to your dresser and grabbed some clothes suitable to practice in. It’s been cold outside recently so you needed to cover up.

you slip on your quidditch sweater that had your number and name on the back, your black quidditch pants, and your gloves as well. As you lace up your boots you sit on your bed so you wouldn’t fall over. Once you were finished you stand up straight, reaching for your wand on your nightstand.

you slip it into your belt loop even though you plan on putting it in the locker that was in the changing rooms later anyway. Once your all set you open your dorm room door and make your way down the hall, passing a couple girls that unfortunately woke up as early as you.

as you reached the common room you saw your whole team sitting on the sofas or standing up. Angelina was the first to notice your presence “Y/n’s here. That’s all of us” she says, standing up from the couch. All eyes turn to look at you, making you advert your gaze to the fireplace.

lifting up your hand for a second, basically an introverted wave. “Not a morning person aye L/n?” Fred asks, pushing off the wall he was leaning on. You didn’t say anything and just shrug your shoulders in reply. “Alright, let’s head out” your captain, Oliver said, gesturing with his hand to the door.

the team replies with okays and such and you all begin to leave the common room. You let most of them walk out so you can be in the back, mostly so no one would try and talk to you. It was too early and you were too cranky for conversation right now- or ever really.

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as you all walked the halls, you didn’t notice the certain scottish boy slowly falling behind until he was standing next to you. You only noticed when he suddenly spoke “Sleep well?” he asked. You turn your head to look at him for a split second before back the other direction “Fine”

he nods once. You didn’t really give him much to go off of. Oliver made you more nervous than other people did, probably because of the crush you had on him. If only you knew he was exactly the same. “That’s good. Are you nervous about tomorrow's match? I sure know i am”

you shrug your shoulders once, not really knowing how to answer “A little.” you say, looking forward. You all were nearing the field now and everyone was going into the male and female locker rooms to get there brooms and such. Oliver was about to follow the other guys when you spoke again.

“I wouldn’t worry much, your a skilled keeper” you say, E/c eyes focused on your fingerless gloves on your hands. Before he could get a word in you follow Katie Bell into the locker rooms, leaving Oliver dumbfounded by your words. “Aw look at the young love. If only you weren’t a nervous wreck right?”

Oliver heard both twins snicker and laugh, causing him to become flustered “Both of you get your brooms” he snaps, before pushing pas the two of them.

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morning practice went well that day as well as afternoon practice. You were actually excited for the game tomorrow, which was a first. Maybe it’s because you wanted to see the look of despair as your team own the match. Either way, you couldn’t wait for the match to start

“Welcome back everyone to another exciting day of quidditch! Today Gryffindor is going against Slytherin for this seasons quidditch cup! Both teams are currently tied, so this game will for sure see who is the superior team! Now, let’s welcome our teams. First Slytherin!”

Lee Jordan’s voice boomed through the mic as the Slytherins roared for there team. You watched from the ground as the Slytherin team flew onto the field, throwing their hands in the air. You took a deep breath as they took positions “Alright we're up next guys. Mount your brooms!”

Oliver shouts before mounting his own broom, all of you doing the same. “Let’s welcome our Gryffindors!” Lee shouts and all of you took off into the air, making your way up. You stopped in front of the Slytherin team and assumed correct positions as Madam Hooch stands on the ground below us

“I want a clean match, ya hear me!? No magic and no wands, understood!?” she spoke, looking at both teams. Some of us nod while others just blink mindlessly. Madam Hooch kicks he box and the snitch and bludger are released. After a couple of seconds, she lifts up the quaffle from the box and holds it up.

you tighten your grip on your broom, ready to launch at the quaffle once she throws it. Hooch smiles before tossing the quaffle in the air, causing Lee to shout once more “And let the games begin!” you and Angelina dove in to grab the quaffle while Katie drew back, just in case it was tossed outside the ‘kill circle’ that was happening at the moment.

a Slytherin chaser managed to get ahold of it, so Katie flew after her. Katie catches up to her and pushes the quaffle from under her arm, causing her to drop it. You could see it fall a few feet in front of you and took that chance to attempt to catch it.

you hold out your hand and grab the quaffle “Yes!” you say excitedly to yourself before beginning to make your way to the hoops where the slytherin keeper awaited for you, Miles Bletchley. You throw the quaffle towards the hoop and it completely misses miles and went straight in.

“Y/n L/n scores ten points for Gryffindor!” Lee annonces, as the Gryffindors cheered your name while the Slytherin booed. Typical. You fly back as the quaffle lands in the middle again, this time Angelina goes after it.

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after about an eternity of playing, both teams were tied with 140 points each. Harry and Draco have been unable to catch snitch. It was exhausting, but you seemed to be going strong. That was until you saw Marcus Flint with the quaffle. He was heading towards your goal.

you see that Katie and Angelina are to busy being bombarded with bludger so you chased after Marcus. As you did so you watched as he uses his free hand to reach into his robe and grab his wand, he had most of it covered by his robe but you know what you saw.

Oliver, who was at the goal and ready to deflect Marcus’s throw was suddenly thrown back into the hoop and hit the metal bar. Marcus takes the opportunity to throw the quaffle into the hoop and scores “Another ten points for Slytherin and that’s 150 points. Slytherin wins!”

you feel your heart drop as Slytherin erupts in victorious cheers. It was almost as if you were on autopilot as you flew down to meet your team. All of you watched as the Slytherin team high hived each other. What a bunch of bloody cheaters.

“I swore i had that. This is all my fault” Oliver spoke, his face dropped into a sad expression. You feel as if you had been punched in the gut, your fists balling in anger. You drop your broom and shrug off your robe “Hey Flint!” you shout, catching his attention as well as his teammates.

“Well if it isn’t Gryffindor’s chaser. Came to congratulate us? How sweet” he holds his hand over his heart in mock sympathy and you swore you saw red. “Drop the act Flint. I know you cheated! I saw you pull out a wand! Which is against the rules!”

the shouting seemed to draw in Madam Hooch as well as a couple or Professors that were leaving the stands “What’s this shouting all about!” she says, placing her hands on her hips “Marcus Flint used a jinx on Oliver to win! I saw it! He has his wand in his robe!”

your teammates stood behind you, shocked by your outbursts. You only spoke about three words at a time and you were always so neutral. It was strange to say the least as you were fuming with anger. “I did not cheat! Your just being a sore loser and a bitch!” Marcus yelled back at you.

“What did he say!?”Oliver shouts, ready to knock Marcus out, but Fred and George hold him back. “Mr. Flint! There is no need for that language, now empty your pockets this instant!” Madam Hooch points to his robes as he turns a shade of white.

“B-But i didn’t do anything! She’s spewing nonsense just because her captain is incompetent!” Marcus blurts out as a last attempt. Oh he did not. “Listen here you sack of shit! Oliver is the best captain and just person in general that i’ve ever met. So much so that you had to cheat just to win!”

everyone is stunned into silence as you yelled, venom lacing each and everyone of your words. “Now Mr. Flint!” Madam Hooch repeats and you watch as Marcus pulls out his wand and hands it to her. She looks disappointed and shakes her head solemnly.

“What a disgrace to quidditch. Marcus Flint, you are hereby removed from the quidditch team and will serve two months in detention. Also, Gryffindor wins!” she shouts and all the Gryffindor students who remained shouted in happiness now they had gotten their rightful win.

Marcus crosses his arms and mutters another insult towards you. You walk up to him and punch him straight in the nose, causing him to fall back. With that, you walk off the field. You needed to calm down and couldn’t do it with all those people around shouting and yelling.

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you had avoided your team for the rest of the day, shameful of your outburst. You wondered if you would get in trouble for punching Marcus and the fact that you told half the school you thought Oliver Wood was the best person in the world, either way. You were fucked.

you were now making your way to your dorm so you could cram in some studying before bed. You wore a white t-shirt, a red and white flannel as well as baggy blue jeans. As you opened the door of your dorm a flash of light causes you to stumble abit as well as a bunch of colored paper? oh confetti.

“Thank you Y/n!” you hear multiple people yell. You quickly decipher each one as one of your teammates. As your vision cleared you saw Fred and George holding up a banner that said ‘Y/n is the best’ Angelina and Katie were holding baskets that were filled to the top with sweets.

Harry was holding a case of butterbeer with a kind smile on his face. Last. but not least Oliver stood in the middle with a bouquet of flowers. you felt your heart race a little more when your eyes met “Um- Hi” you spoke shyly and began to fiddle with the sleeve of your flannel.

“You didn’t tell us you had that fire in you Y/n!” George shouts out of nowhere, his twin nodding in agreement “Wicked” Fred says in agreement. You just shrugged your shoulders “Uh- Thanks?” you said, unsure of what the both of them meant.

“yeah, you definitely put Marcus Flint in his place. Even Draco Malfoy apologized to us. It was insane, you should of been there!” Angelina exclaims, placing her basket of sweets on the ground of your room “You avoided us yesterday, why?” Katie asked, everyone's heads perking up.

you sigh deeply and figured you owed them some sort of explanation “I’m just really socially awkward i guess. My uh- my parents died when i was like nine in some freak potions accident with Luna Lovegood’s mom. So Xenophilius Lovegood took me in. I was mute for awhile, so talking is just hard i suppose?”

the girls faces drop as well as Olivers. Who knew your silence came with such a dark reason. “Sorry- did i ruin the mood?” you ask and they all immediately shake their heads “No, of course not! Anyway, we wanted to thank you for calling Marcus out and basically handing us the win.” Oliver spoke, taking a step towards you.

“Also for sticking up for me. I appreciate it” He adds and you feel a familiar warmth invade your stomach harshly. Oliver hands you the bunch of poppies and you tilt your curiously “There fake?” you question and he nods once “I know your allergic to pollen” he says, which makes your heart skip a couple beats.

you remember mentioning that you were allergic to pollen when you first met. He remembered after all this time? A cough interrupted the both of you and you look to see Fred double fisting butterbeers “Enough of that love shit, lets just hang out”

your team burst out in laughter as both you and Oliver looked away from each other in embarrassment. Stupid Fred.

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a couple hours later Angelina was passed out on top of Katie on the floor, they had all brought sleeping bags apparently. This was very planned. Harry was laying on a beanbag chair with a blanket over him and marker on his face. George and Fred’s idea.

speaking of the twins they both were laying on the floor next to the trunk at the end of your bed, sweet wrappers surrounded them. You and Oliver had yet to fall asleep yet. You had actually opened up a bit and enjoyed talking to him. The more you talked, the more you fell for him really.

during the little ‘party’ your team had you all changed into different clothes (in their own dorms of course) so you were now wearing a black muggle t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Oliver was wearing his quidditch jersey and black sweatpants. He looked- well...hot.

“You know Y/n. I can stop thinking about how you said i was the best person you knew” you inhale sharply and lean back onto your pillows, since you were both sitting on your bed “Yeah?” you question, afraid to say anything more. Oliver sits up straight, eyes boring into you.

“I think your the best person i know” he says confidently, reaching for your hand. He grabs it and runs the pad of his thumb over your skin. “Yeah?” you repeated once more. He snorts and looks down at the bedsheets for a moment before looking back at you “I’m trying to say i like you Y/n, like a lot”

say what now? Oliver Wood. The guy who you thought barely noticed you just said he had feelings for you. Like earlier, your brain ran on autopilot “Yeah?...” you say a third time. Oliver rolls his eyes before leaning into kiss you gently, hands cupping your face and leaving room for you to push him away.

up close he smelt like fresh cut wood- like from a broomstick. That made sense actually. You snapped back to reality and hesitantly reach up to place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Oliver responds and places one hand on your waist.

he lays you back against the bed and hovers over you, breaking the kiss. You look at him with a flushed expression “I like you too- you said it earlier so i felt like i should say it now...before anything else happens” you spoke quickly and quietly.

Oliver raises a brow in amusement “Anything else? Who knew you could think so dirty Y/n” he says in a teasing tone. You shake your head “What- no that’s not what i meant” your sentence trails off into a mumble. He chuckles quietly “I know” he said, going into kiss you again.

“Can you guys not shag up, were right here” when did Fred wake up?

“Yeah, be respectful to others around you” and there goes George.

you watched as Oliver’s eye twitched in irritation “Both of shut up and go back to sleep. We are not shagging up” he says and they both mumble an okay. He lays back against the bed, turning on his side to face you “I think we should sleep as well, you don’t mind me sleeping here right?”

you shake your head, not minding him there. He smiles lightly before reaching down to the grab the sheet. He pulled it over both of you. You go to scooch away to the other side when he wraps an arm around and pulls your back against his chest “You can’t get away that easily, lass” he whispered.

you held back a small laugh before getting comfortable in the Captain's arms. “Night Y/n” he spoke quietly before placing a kiss to the back of your head. “Goodnight Oliver” you said back and used your wand to turn out the lights before closing your eyes.

and with that. You fell asleep.

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Kody: I call these group of idiots the chaotic Gryffindor quidditch team. Anyways, peace.

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thatonedracostan · 4 years

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Special Chaser // Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request by @x-potter-head-x: It's a Slytherin party and a game of spin the bottle starts but when the reader spins and it lands on a random male Slytherin, you look really uncomfortable and Draco speaks up and it's just really cute and fluffy at the end?

(Thank you so much for the request!)

Summary: You are the only female player in the Slytherin Quidditch team. Everyone thinks you're special and you hate it. Especially this one specific housemate of yours who has been hitting on you ever since word came out about you getting in the Slytherin Quidditch team. You have no plans on entertaining him as your eyes are set on one person already, your own team's seeker, Draco Malfoy.

A/N: I know the request only asked for a party scene but I wanted to sprinkle something extra so I challenged myself by trying to write a Quidditch scene and I'm never doing it again (maybe) I haven't written anything in 5 days because of the summer heat but finally, I'm back at it again hehe also no beta I'm so sorry HAHA

Word Count: 2.3k

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“She goes for a throw and—Ten points to Slytherin!”

Lee Jordan’s voice echoed as you managed to throw the quaffle into one of Gryffindor’s goalposts. You heard cheers coming from the Slytherin bleachers and groans from other houses, but you didn’t pay them any attention. You were too focused on the game in front of you.

You were one of the Chasers in the Slytherin Quidditch team and the only girl in it. At first, the captain of the team was hesitant to let you join, mostly because you were a girl. However, once they saw your incredible skills and prowess, they welcomed you. You’ve always been fascinated with Quidditch and this fascination of yours made you want to try out for the team.

At first, you were having second thoughts. Your house’s team, despite being great, has a reputation for not playing fair, and the fact that the team didn’t have any female players made you doubt your decision even more. But your doubts were immediately cleared when you remembered who the Slytherin seeker is, Draco Malfoy. Not only do you admire his skill in Quidditch, but you also quite fancied him. This was enough reason for you to join the tryouts, wherein you succeeded in getting a place as one of the Chasers, which brings us to the present.

You saw a glimpse of Draco and Harry, both trying to catch the snitch in front of them. You wouldn’t have noticed that you were staring if it wasn’t for Goyle hitting the bludger away from your direction. You shook your head and thanked him then proceeded to go after your fellow chasers.

It went on for a while, with the scores almost tied. You managed to avoid one of the bludgers headed to your direction but this gave Angelina, one of Gryffindor’s Chasers and their captain, a chance to snatch the quaffle from you. She quickly made her way towards your team’s goalposts. You were about to go after her when you heard Lee’s announcement that Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch. This meant that Slytherin won the match. You looked at the bleachers and the Slytherins celebrating. You even saw Snape slowly clapping from the teachers’ stand which made you a bit proud.

You flew down the pitch to meet with your team and your captain congratulated all of you for doing a good job. Your eyes immediately searched for Draco to congratulate him for catching the snitch but you were too late as he already made his way to the changing room. You sighed and walked towards the changing room, following him.

“Hey, L/N.” a voice called behind you. You closed your eyes and sighed in frustration. You continued walking, not even bothering to look back and see who just called you. You heard his footsteps following you and you stopped in your tracks.

“Leave me alone, Spencer.” You turned around to face the boy who just spoke. He still had your house colors painted on his face. Just like you, he was in Slytherin as well. You hated his guts so much.

“Am I not allowed to congratulate you for winning a match against Gryffindor.” He smirked as he reached out a hand to your face in an attempt to brush your hair away from your face. You swatted his hand away before he could even touch you. He’s been hitting on you ever since word got around that the Slytherin Quidditch team has a new female member, and you hated it. You knew he wasn’t really interested in you, he just wanted you so he could show off that he’s dating the only female member in the Slytherin Quidditch team.

“I already told you I’m not, and will never be, interested in you.” You barked at him, your eyebrows furrowing in both anger and annoyance. “So please, for Merlin's sake, leave me alone.” You stormed off before he could even say anything.

When you reached the changing room, you were sad to find out that Draco wasn’t there anymore. You changed quickly and headed to your common room as fast as you can. You know there’s going to be a victory party held in your common room. It’s a tradition whenever the house wins a match, not to mention this match was against Gryffindors so you’re sure this is going to be one hell of a party.

—

You were right when you thought that this was going to be one hell of a party. It’s only been an hour and the common room already reeked of firewhiskey and butterbeer. How they managed to sneak those in, you have no idea.

Of course, this wouldn’t be a victory celebration without your fellow Slytherins congratulating you and other players for the win. The one who received most of the congratulations was Draco, being the star seeker and all.

Drinking wasn’t really your thing but Pansy has insisted that every player should take a shot or two of firewhiskey for whatever reason. It only occurred to you that you were a lightweight as two shots of firewhiskey were enough to make you tipsy.

You were standing by the sides, listening and watching other students dance and have fun over the loud music when a familiar light blonde hair caught your attention from the other side of the room. You remembered that you were supposed to congratulate him after the match but you didn’t quite catch him. You downed the remaining butterbeer you held in your hand and made your way past the dancing students and towards Draco, who was talking to his friend, Blaise.

“Hey, Draco.” You called out to him. The two men turned their heads to look at you. Your vision was a tad bit shaky but you didn’t care. “Congratulations for catching the snitch before Potter.”

Blaise looked at you, then at Draco. He flashed him a sly grin before excusing himself, leaving you and Draco to yourselves. You felt your heart skip a beat with the realization but brushed it off. The only time you’ve interacted with him is during Quidditch training and meetings. One time, he complimented your flying skills and you swore you felt like dying.

“Congratulations to you too.” His eyes met yours. “You did well against those Gryffindor chasers.” You laughed and told him it was nothing and it was he who basically made the team win. You saw a small smile on his lips which made your heart flutter. The two of you continued to talk about the match earlier. Even though the two of you can only talk about Quidditch, you didn’t mind. Talking to him was enough.

Your conversation was cut short when Pansy yelled something about playing a game. Not wanting to be deemed a buzzkill, you made your way to the center of the common room, where everyone who wanted to join was sitting on the floor, forming a circle. You sat beside Pansy, who was holding a bottle. You were still a bit dizzy from your drinks earlier but it was slowly wearing off. Draco looked uninterested but he still sat in between Pansy and some random Slytherin boy whose name you can’t really recall.

Perhaps it was the drink, but you can’t help but stare at Draco. Pansy was saying something but it didn’t register in your brain as you were too busy staring at Draco. You didn’t even notice that some of the students were leaving the circle as Pansy was explaining. Despite his uninterested look, Draco still looked very attractive. His cheeks were tinted pink, probably because of the alcohol, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all. His arms were crossed across his chest and he was staring at the floor in front of him. You secretly wished you were the floor so that Draco would stare at you but your longing stare at the blonde seeker was interrupted when Pansy shoved the bottle in your field of vision. You took the bottle from her hand and looked at her.

“Y/N, since you are a very special member of our house’s team—” You groaned, interrupting her speech. One of the things you hated is when people would think you were “special” just because you’re a female player in the Slytherin Quidditch team. Sure, it was a surprise, considering it’s been years since the team had a female player but you just can’t see how it made you different. The Gryffindor Quidditch team has lots of female players and no one calls them special. You hated it. “—I give you the honor of spinning the bottle first.” Pansy had a cheeky grin on her face as she, and everyone else, waited for you to spin the bottle.

Wanting for all of this to be over, you quickly spun the bottle. When it stopped spinning, you looked at who it landed on.

Bloody hell.

The bottle’s head pointed at no other than Terell Spencer. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and smirked. You leaned over to Pansy’s side.

"Is this going to be like truth or dare?" You whispered at her, not knowing the game mechanics. She looked at you with an “are-you-serious” look on her face.

“Y/N, you dumbass.” She whispered. “Didn’t you listen to my explanation earlier? You have to kiss whoever it lands on.”

Oh no.

You felt your stomach drop. Sure you were tipsy from the alcohol but there is no way you’re going to do that. In fact, you didn’t even sign up for this. You looked at everyone in the circle, except Spencer. They were all waiting for you to do something. You were so mad at the fact that he would use this as an opportunity to get to you, but panic overpowered your anger when you noticed everyone’s eyes on you. You glanced at Draco and noticed that he was looking at you, worry in his eyes. He must have noticed how uncomfortable you were because the moment your eyes met, he stood up. This made everyone’s attention shift from you to him. That made you feel a little better. He crouched beside you and held you by your arms to help you stand up.

“I think Y/N needs to rest now.” He told everyone. You couldn’t see everyone’s reaction since you were facing Draco’s chest but they were definitely not pleased. The panic in your chest was quickly replaced by a rapid beating of your heart when you noticed how close you were to Draco. You heard a few protests from Pansy and the others, but one voice stood up.

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Malfoy.” It was from Spencer. Some people in the circle agreed with him. This made Draco’s blood boil. He knew how much Spencer annoyed you to the bone. He would always see him try to make a move on you despite the fact that you already told him you weren’t interested. It made him mad.

“Can’t you gits see that she’s uncomfortable?” Draco snapped at them. The entire room went silent. Even those who weren’t even in the game were now watching the scene in front of them. You glanced at your side and saw Pansy mouth you a “sorry”. You just smiled at her weakly in response. Draco lowered his head to your ears and whispered.

“Wait for me by the stairs”

You nodded and walked towards the stairs leading to the girls’ dormitory. No one dared to block your path as you made your way to stairs, in fear that Draco would snap at them as well. You overheard Draco and Spencer argue a bit more but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You couldn’t help the pounding in your chest when you were processing everything that’s happening. Why is Draco standing up to you? Could it be that he…? No, that’s impossible. You shook your head. That’s so highly unlikely.

“Why do you even care, Malfoy.” Spencer sneered at him. “Is she your girlfriend? Are you two dating?”

This caught Draco off-guard, he felt the blood on his face rise. Blaise was snickering in the background and Pansy was telling—no, threatening everyone to leave.

“That’s none of your business.” He retorted and left to follow you, leaving a confused and surprised Spencer behind.

You saw Draco heading your way. You shook your head in an attempt to shake off your thoughts from earlier.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. You just nodded weakly.

“Yeah, just a little woozy.” You could feel your dizziness coming back, but this time it was with a bit of sleepiness. You yawned and Draco insisted on walking you to your room. He said something about him being scared that you’ll just “pass out and sleep on the stairs” before you even reach your room if he didn’t go with you. You laughed at this and playfully hit his arm. He pretended to be hurt, which made you laugh more. He smiled at the sight of you laughing. Only if you were aware of the things you do to him.

The two of you reached the door to your dorm. Before you opened the door, you turned to your back to face him.

“Thanks for earlier.” You thanked him.

“It was nothing.” He closed his eyes and shrugged. There was an awkward silence. You realized that you haven’t really asked him why he stood up for you earlier. You were about to open your mouth to say something when he placed his hands on both of your shoulders.

“You should rest now. Don’t worry about that git Spencer, I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you anymore.” Before you could say something, he leaned over and kissed your forehead. Just as quick as the kiss, he left, leaving you a blushing mess.

You brought your hand to your forehead and touched the part that Draco kissed. You stared at the empty space in front of you for a little while before everything finally sank in. The feeling of his lips lingered on your skin.

"Did Draco Malfoy just kiss my forehead?"

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A/N: I finished writing this one-shot without any title in mind I'm so sorry the title is wack lmao also I hope this was okay??? I’ve literally been too sad to write anything for the last 5 days (not to mention the blistering h e a t) :’) but I’m going to try and work on Yule Ball Dilemma’s next chapter so I could update as soon as possible.

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@ashlynblack30 asked me to write about Draco wearing Harry’s glasses that he stole. And sweetie, can I just take this moment to tell you (again lol) how amazing you are? Thank you so much for your lovely and kind words 💖 Even though I am very, very certain this is far from what you imagined when you asked me to write this, I still hope you’ll like it? :)

It’s also on AO3 :)

It probably hadn’t been the best idea to actually wear the glasses. Or at least it would have been better to just wear them at home and not to work. People were giving him all kinds of funny looks. Because, of course, they recognised the glasses. How could they not? They were incomparable and there was no question who these glasses belonged to.

Even if his colleagues didn’t assume Draco had stolen them, it made him look like a weird fanboy. That was the last thing he wanted people to think. But the urge to wear them had been bigger than the dread of all the humiliation he would probably face.

It had been so easy to steal them. Potter had fallen asleep on his desk, as he usually did these days. Draco had simply slipped into his office and snatched the glasses from his desk.

“Oi, Malfoy!”

Draco turned around and cursed under his breath. Damn it! What was Weasley doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to be on holiday with his wife? He eyed Draco suspiciously, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Are you wearing Harry’s glasses?”

Draco snorted.

“Why would I do that, Weasley? That is absolutely ridiculous.”

“I’ve never seen you wear glasses before,” Weasley insisted. “And you want me to believe it’s just a coincidence you show up here with glasses that look eerily like Harry’s, while Harry is in St Mungo’s because he couldn’t find his?”

Draco couldn’t help but gape at him.

“What? Potter is in St Mungo’s? What happened?”

“He has a concussion. Apparently, he kept bumping into things in his office, because he couldn’t see anything. When we found him, he was buried under one of his shelves.”

Draco’s eyes widened. Fuck! That was not what he had intended.

“Will he be okay?”

Weasley shrugged.

“I guess so. He already told the Healers he felt fine. But they want to keep him there for observation.”

Draco nodded absentmindedly, while the room suddenly started spinning. His right hand flew to his temple as a sudden shooting pain rippled through him.

“So, are you going to tell me why you stole Harry’s glasses?”

“I can’t talk right now. I’m busy, Weasley. Tell Potter I hope he gets well soon.”

“Yeah, right. Because you’re so concerned about him,” Weasley yelled after him as Draco hurried away.

Once he was in his office, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it. Everything was blurry and he felt really dizzy. It was almost like the floor was moving beneath him, making it hard to keep his balance. Maybe he needed to lay down for a bit. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. But before Draco could make his way over to the sofa, another wave of dizziness hit him and everything went black.

When Draco opened his eyes, everything around him was white. This definitely wasn’t his office. He looked around, dazed, until he realised where he was. St Mungo’s. He tried to remember what had happened. He had been in his office… Had he fainted? Everything was still a blur.

He tried to sit up carefully, his body aching as if he had been hit by a bludger. Multiple times.

“You’re finally awake.”

Draco jumped. He hadn’t realised there was another person in the room. It didn’t take him long to spot the mop of black hair in the bed beside his. Of all the rooms in this bloody hospital!

“Potter.”

He was wearing different glasses. Well, obviously he was. Draco still had his. Or did he? It didn’t seem like he was wearing them anymore. Thank Merlin! That would have been awkward! Speaking of awkward, Potter and his new glasses were a very strange sight. The frame was angular shaped and thick. And yellow. It looked horrible on him.

“So, what happened to you?” Potter asked. He was sitting crossed-legged on his bed, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Um… I’m not exactly sure,” Draco said quietly. That wasn’t entirely true. But he couldn’t say anything to Potter. Not now. Not ever.

“Okay.” Potter gave him a weird look that made Draco want to avert his eyes. “Look, I don’t want to make things unnecessarily uncomfortable right now, but I have to ask you. Why were you wearing my glasses?”

Draco gulped. Had Potter seen Draco wearing his glasses after all? When? When he had been brought in? Where were they now? His eyes quickly darted to the nightstand. No sign of them. Had Weasley told Potter?

Just play dumb.

“Why would you think I’d wear your glasses?”

Potter pressed his lips together, either out of annoyance or to suppress a smile, Draco wasn’t sure. Instead of replying, Potter got up and vanished into the bathroom. Draco frowned. When Potter emerged again, he was holding a hand mirror.

“I hate to break it to you,” Potter said, “but with those marks around your eyes, it’s pretty useless to deny it.” He handed Draco the hand mirror and looked at him expectantly.

Draco didn’t understand what Potter was talking about, until he took a look at himself. Around his eyes, on the bridge of his nose and on his temples were angry red marks. It almost looked like he was still wearing Potter’s glasses. Oh, for Merlin’s sake!

“So, care to tell me what-”

Before Potter could finish his question, the door opened and a bunch of people in white coats entered.

“Ah, Mr Malfoy, you are awake. Excellent,” one of the Healers said. “Hello, Mr Potter. Still insisting on going home?”

Potter made a face.

“I told you, I feel fine,” he grumbled.

“Yes, yes. Only a few more hours and then you are free to go. Now, Mr Malfoy.” The Healer reached inside his coat pocket. “These glasses you were wearing when you were brought in…”

Oh, great! Draco felt the sudden urge to take a pillow and smother himself with it.

“... it seems like they were cursed.”

Draco blinked.

“They were?” Of course, that had been his suspicion all along.

“Yes. You were lucky you weren’t wearing them that long. It might have had fatal consequences if you had worn them all day.”

Draco bit his lip and made sure his eyes didn’t wander over to the other bed. Potter wasn’t supposed to find out about this!

“Our specialist will take another look at them. In the meantime, you should rest, Mr Malfoy. I’ll bring you a few potions later. And we’ll get rid of those marks on your face. You must have had an allergic reaction to the glasses. Are they new?”

“Um…” Draco wiped his suddenly very sweaty palms on the mattress. “In a manner of speaking.”

“Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to get yourself another pair. These really won’t do. But concentrate on getting better first.”

Draco nodded and watched the Healers as they left the room again. Everything was quiet until Potter cleared his throat.

“You… you didn’t know the glasses were cursed, did you?”

Draco simply snorted. He was afraid his voice would be quivering if he spoke. Surely, that would give him away.

“No, of course not,” Potter said, letting out a humourless laugh. “That would mean you were trying to save me… or something.”

“As hard as it may be for your little brain to comprehend, Potter, I’m not living to see your downfall.”

“Right,” Potter said, rolling his eyes.

“Honestly, Potter, if you’re still stuck in the past, I can’t help you,” Draco snapped.

“Were you?”

“What?”

“Trying to help me?”

Potter suddenly looked serious. And curious. He wasn’t as dumb as Draco often times proclaimed him to be. Although… given the fact that he was an Auror and everything, one might have thought he’d realise his glasses were cursed and draining him of power.

But Draco had to give it to him, if only grudgingly; Potter’s body had handled this much better than his. Draco had only worn the glasses for a few hours before he had fainted. Potter had been running around with the cursed glasses for weeks. He had looked like the walking dead, but still, he hadn’t collapsed like Draco.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Draco finally said. It was one thing to be over their whole school rivalry or even finally admitting to himself, after years and years of denial, that he was stupidly in love with the git; he didn’t need another reminder that Potter was a more powerful wizard than he was. A better Auror. A better… everything.

“If you did something nice for once, why don’t you just admit it?” Potter groaned. Draco scowled at him.

“Good to know you still think of me as the spawn of evil, incapable of doing ‘something nice’.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It was.”

There was a brief silence after that and Draco could hear people hurrying past their room in the corridor.

“Why didn’t you just tell me there was something wrong with my glasses?” Potter asked quietly.

“Would you have believed me?”

Potter hesitated.

“Yeah, I thought as much,” Draco said, not being able to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

“Still, you could have just talked to me, instead of stealing my glasses.”

“You wouldn’t have listened.” Draco only realised too late he should have denied stealing the glasses. Oh, whatever. He probably hadn’t fooled Potter for even a second.

“You don’t know that. I might have listened to you.”

“Right,” Draco snorted.

“Ugh, Malfoy! You really can’t do anything like a normal person, can you?”

“There comes a prize with being extraordinary,” Draco drawled in his most superior voice. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Potter was shaking his head. He looked really annoyed. Maybe they were finally done talking about this. Or… not.

“Thank you,” he suddenly heard Potter mumble. “I don’t know why you did it, but I guess you… did save me.”

Draco pressed his lips into a thin line and willed his body not to react. How could Potter be so stupid? Draco had watched for weeks how Potter had gotten weaker and weaker, suddenly needing more naps than their lazy receptionist, before he had made the connection to the glasses. Did Potter honestly think Draco would have just sat around, waiting for Potter to die?

It was painfully obvious Potter still thought of him as the boy he was back at Hogwarts. The fact that Potter didn’t see how much Draco had changed, made him want to curl up and never leave this bed again.

“Thank you,” Potter mumbled again. “I guess I owe you one now.”

Draco gritted his teeth. Potter was reading this all wrong. It wasn’t gratitude Draco wanted. Or favours. When he had realised what was going on, he hadn’t hesitated. There was no ulterior motive. It had been the only logical thing to do. Well, there had also been this thing about seeing the potential love of his life in mortal danger and doing the first thing his gut had told him to do. But, from the looks of it, Potter would never understand that.

“Margery, are you sure there aren’t any more files? I asked for all of them. Margery?”

Draco sighed and leaned back in his chair. This case was going to be the death of him. Especially, when his assistant was no help at all.

“I think Margery went home.”

Draco looked up to find Potter leaning against the doorframe of his office. Great. Just what he needed at the end of an exceptionally annoying day.

“What do you want, Potter? I’m busy,” Draco said, turning his attention back to the files on his desk.

“I can see that.” Potter paused and Draco thought he might leave again. Of course, that would have been too easy. “I was wondering…” Potter paused again, causing Draco to take a peek at him. He had a different pair of glasses on. Good. They were very unlike the old ones, but they fit his face quite nicely. “I was wondering…”

“Yes, you already said that. Are you actually going to tell me what you were wondering about or is that all you’ve wanted to tell me? I’m not going to guess.”

Potter let out a sigh and slowly walked over to the sofa.

“Who told you you could sit down?” Draco said, irritated.

“Look, I keep thinking about what happened,” Potter said, completely ignoring Draco’s comment. “And I realised… without you intervening, those glasses probably would have killed me.”

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Where was Potter going with this? Again. They had already talked about this.

“Have you found out who cursed them?” Draco asked, hoping to distract Potter. He really wasn’t in the mood for some revolting speech of gratitude.

“No, not yet,” Potter said, shaking his head. “I’m working on it. But the point is, I might have never found out they were cursed if it hadn’t been for you. I just thought I was working too much.”

Draco inwardly groaned.

“Just say what you came here to say, Potter, and leave me be, alright? Stop running around in circles. I don’t have time for this.”

Potter almost looked hurt for a second and Draco tried really hard not to care. He heard Potter exhale loudly and get off the sofa.

“I wanted to invite you to come over to dinner tonight.”

In a moment of utter disbelief, Draco dropped his quill.

“You want to what? Invite me to dinner? At your house?”

Potter nodded.

“I thought I could make some roast beef.”

Draco blinked.

“You… you want to cook for me?”

He scrutinised Potter and noticed the faint rosy tint on his cheeks and the way he kept swinging his arms awkwardly.

“Yeah, no big deal. I cook all the time,” Potter said, obviously trying to sound nonchalant.

Draco leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk.

“What is this? Some kind of thank-you gesture?”

“If… if you want it to be,” Potter mumbled. Draco’s face twisted in confusion.

“What do you mean, ‘if I want it to be’? What else would it be?”

“Err… well, I suppose… If you want to look at it- I mean, you could consider it… like, a date? Maybe?”

Surely, Draco must have misunderstood what Potter had just said.

“A date,” he repeated flatly. “You want to go on a date with me.” He didn’t say it as a question. It felt too ridiculous to say it as a question; to actually ask him.

“I want you to come over to my place.” Potter sounded sure of himself, but his posture indicated something else entirely. Draco raised an eyebrow. “Look,” Potter continued, “maybe you did what you did simply out of human decency. But… there’s a part of me that keeps thinking… maybe you had another reason?”

“Even if that were the case,” Draco said slowly, “and I’m not saying it is, what’s it to you? You still loathe me.”

“That’s not true.”

“At St Mungo’s you said-”

“I know what I said,” Potter interrupted him. “I… I was embarrassed.”

“Why in Merlin’s name would you be embarrassed?”

“Because… I suddenly started… hoping.”

“Hoping?”

Suddenly, this conversation was going somewhere Draco hadn’t anticipated. He felt his heartbeat pick up as he waited for Potter to elaborate. He didn’t.

“Hoping for what?” Draco pressed on. “What exactly is it that you want, Potter? I need you to say it. I need you to say it out loud, otherwise-”

“I find you extremely attractive, okay,” Potter suddenly burst out, throwing his hands in the air. “Happy now?”

For a moment, Draco wasn’t able to say anything at all. This was what he had hoped for for years! Only… Potter had just admitted to being physically affected by Draco. That didn’t mean he had actual feelings for him.

“So you just want to get me into bed, is that it?” Draco said with a glower.

“Well…”

Draco watched as Potter’s cheeks turned crimson and something in him snapped.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Potter, but I’m not that easy.”

“Believe me, I know,” he muttered under his breath.

This was it! Who did Potter think he was? Did he honestly think Draco would happily jump into bed with him just because the mighty Saviour of the Wizarding World told him he was attractive? Well... No!

“You can’t just barge in here, propose dinner, for the sole purpose of getting lucky tonight!” As if to emphasise his point, he slammed his fist on the table.

“Wait, are you angry because I was hoping to get lucky, or because that’s all I want?”

It stung. It really did. …that’s all I want. Draco replayed these words over and over in his head. Potter only wanted to get in his pants. Again, who the hell did he think he was?

“What was your plan then? Get me into bed and toss me aside tomorrow?” Draco hissed. He was this close to taking out his wand and sending his desk flying across the room.

“No, that’s not- Wait, so you are angry because you think I wouldn’t want something more than that?”

Ugh! Potter was so infuriating! Why did he keep saying- Wait… what?

“Do you?” Draco asked, perplexed. “Want something more?”

“I… I… I mean, do you?”

Draco was pretty sure he was blushing. Damn his traitorous body! He didn’t know what to say. He simply stared at Potter, who stared right back.

“You know, Malfoy, I always thought you were smarter than that.”

“What?”

Potter let out an exasperated sigh while he walked over to Draco’s desk, seating himself on the edge of it.

“I have been leaving hints all year long.”

“What?” Draco was aware he was starting to sound extremely stupid when all he kept saying was ‘What?’. But what was Potter even talking about? Hints? All year? All YEAR?

“Like what exactly?” Draco asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I asked you to go out for drinks a couple of months ago,” Potter said in an accusing tone. Draco scoffed.

“Oh, yes, what a jolly night that would have been! You, me and the Weasel! I remember that night. You didn’t ask me to go out with you specifically.”

“Ron was in on it. He agreed to leave after the first drink,” Potter groaned. Now that wasn’t fair!

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“Oh, and what about the files I brought you a few weeks ago?”

“What about them?”

“Malfoy, it’s not exactly my job to fetch files for you.”

“So? You said you bumped into Joe and he asked you to give them to me.”

“That’s not- Ugh! It was an excuse to see you! Just like every bloody time I come into your office. Like when I brought you coffee.”

“What? You’ve never brought me coffee.”

“Yes I have,” Potter insisted. “I left it on your desk.”

For Merlin’s sake!

“You left it here without a note,” Draco growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I had no idea it was from you. I threw it away. I thought somebody might have poisoned it. Merlin’s pants, Potter, if this is your idea of flirting, no wonder you’ve been single for so long.”

“You want to know why I’ve been single for so long?” Potter almost shouted. “It’s because I can’t stop thinking about you, you insufferable arse!”

Only once in his life had Draco Malfoy been absolutely speechless and that had been in third grade when Hermione Granger had slapped him across the face. It had been a curious sensation. And very similar to this one. There were no thoughts, no words.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for a while. Long before you stole my glasses.”

Draco was aware of Potter talking, but the meaning of his words didn’t reach his brain. He must have looked like a fool.

“It’s not like I want to think about you,” Potter continued, apparently completely unaware of Draco’s state of mind. “Believe me, I’ve tried to get you out of my head. But…”

But. But what? Draco blinked. He couldn’t feel his fingertips. He didn’t know how to move his head. Huh. So this was what it felt like to be in shock.

“Malfoy?”

Draco blinked again. Slowly, very slowly, coherent sentences started to form in his mind again.

“Draco?” Potter leaned over the desk, looking concerned. “Are you alright?”

Draco. Potter had just called him Draco. It was ridiculous how warm it made him feel.

“Oh, Merlin. You’re going to tease me about this, aren’t you?” Potter groaned, ready to lean back.

“That depends,” Draco said, his voice sounding unusually raspy.

“On what?” Potter asked, stopping in his tracks.

“On what happens next.”

For one very long moment they both just stared at each other, neither of them moving. Draco was almost trembling with anticipation. Several times, his eyes flickered to Potter’s mouth. Draco couldn’t help but bite his own lip. Potter’s eyes widened and when he opened his mouth, Draco noticed he was breathing heavily.

He couldn’t say who moved first. Maybe they had moved at the same time, practically lunging at each other. Next thing Draco knew, his fingers were tangled in Potter’s messy hair, Potter’s hands gripping at the small of his back. Draco didn’t even care the edge of his desk was pressing uncomfortably against his thighs. All he could feel was Potter anyway. And he was everywhere.

Draco let out a low moan when Potter moved his lips to Draco’s neck. It sent delicious shivers down his spine. His next moan was swallowed by Potter pressing his mouth against Draco’s again. They both gasped for air but neither wanted to let go of the other. Besides, kissing Potter was so much more important than breathing right now.

“Please tell me we’re going to do that again,” Potter breathed, pressing their foreheads together. Draco inwardly smiled. It was surprising how Potter had found the exact right words in this moment.

“You won’t hear me complaining,” Draco said, giving Potter a little nudge with his nose. “Unfortunately, I’ve still got some work to do.”

“Come over for dinner later? And… we’ll figure out the rest?”

This time, Draco didn’t just smile inwardly.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Good,” Potter grinned, leaning in for another kiss.

Draco watched him carefully as he hopped off the desk and turned to leave. How was it possible to feel so happy in the blink of an eye?

“Potter?”

“Yeah?”

Draco grinned as Potter turned around, his eyes still glazed.

“I like the new glasses.”

Potter snickered and tapped the frame with his forefinger.

“I’ll let you try them on later. I’m kind of hoping I won’t be needing them the whole evening,” he said with a wink and vanished.

It took Draco a moment to understand what Potter had just implied. He was suddenly very grateful the other man was gone. He was pretty sure there were angry red marks on his face again. Luckily, it wasn’t an allergic reaction this time. Just one that would probably keep happening regularly, now that his wildest dreams were about to come true.

#draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #drarry squad #writing #stolen glasses #cursed glasses #drabble #ficlet #thanks for the prompt :)#this thing is all over the place but i had fun writing it :)

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