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Draco x Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff. Oh and Ron x Hermione if your not cool with that

Had to upload my fics from my old blog. I have just some Sebby smut to upload and then eventually some Ayato smut on request :) hang tight loves! This is my favorite one of my fics so far.

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It was a crisp autumn day at Hogwarts, the cool breeze in the air nipped at your cheeks. After the school day was over, you quickly changed into a warm, red sweater and skinny jeans. You were a pure blood slytherin, but nevertheless you were an outsider. You weren’t as cold hearted as the others, nor were you as wicked. In fact, you happened to be good friends with the golden trio. You and Hermione would go to the library and study, you would help Ron with his ‘girl problems’, specifically with Hermione, and Harry would often join you for a butter beer at the three broomsticks. So there you sat, inside the owl barn petting the head of your white owl, Oliver. Sighing, you stood and walked out of the tower, heading for the library where it was warm. A nice book and a cup of coffee sounded very good at the time. As you passed through the corridors, it felt like the walls were closing in on you. Whispers from you’re fellow classmates rang in your ears. “What a weird girl…” “She’s a slytherin?” “Probably a mudblood!” You had gotten used to the harsh words that came flying your way, but nevertheless it still hurt. You quickly made your way into the library, preparing yourself to curl up in the far corner and read. “Oh, Y/N!” You turned around and smiled at Hermione, who was carrying about 3 heavy books in her arms. “I was just leaving, but if you want you can join Ron and I for a butter beer?” You would have accepted, but you wanted to give Ron a chance. You knew that he was most likely plotting the perfect “date” when he invited her. “I’ll have to pass, I have to study for that potions test we have next week. Thank you though.” Hermione frowned but nodded, walking off with her books. Nobody else appeared to be in the library thankfully. Making your way over to the Restricted section, you pondered about pointless things. One, seemed to sink deep into your head. “Will I ever find love like Ron and Hermione?” Your long time crush came to mind. You shook your head and pushed it away. “I don’t stand a chance…” You harbored a large crush on the one and only, Draco Malfoy. You two would occasionally share quick glances across class, sometimes you caught him in the act of staring, but assumed that it was just the reason that the others stared. Your peculiarity. You looked through the bookshelf before deciding on a random book on monsters. You gripped the book and pulled, but it didn’t budge. Frowning, you yanked harder, only to feel it be yanked back. A tug of war match began between you and whoever was pulling it back, until the other side finally let go. You flew back and fell onto your butt in surprise. “Seriously, I just wanted one-” “Well, I wanted it too you know!” Your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of your crush, Draco Malfoy standing above you looking irritated. “Y-You read?” You mentally slapped yourself for saying so. It was the only thing that came to mind, at the moment. “Yes, I read. I’m not stupid.” Your cheeks flushed as you looked down. “Sorry… if you really want it, you can have it.” He smirked and shook his head. “You fought quite hard for that book, so I assume you need it more than me.” Draco reached his hand out to you and pulled you up from the floor. His hand remained holding yours, and you cheeks burned a crimson red. “We have potions together right? I believe your name was Y/N.” Your heart thumped in your chest. As childish as it sounds, you were overjoyed as your name rolled off his tongue. “Y-yeah, And you’re Draco, right?” You feigned ignorance, not wanting to seem like a stalker of any sort. He looked down for a moment, realizing he still had your hand entwined with his. His face went red and he glared off to the side, releasing your hand from his grip. After a period of awkward silence, you finally spoke up. “So, what kind of books do you like?” He turned to you surprised, but quickly shook it off and went back to his usual blank glare. “I don’t read. It was for a test.” “There aren’t any tests that have to do with this. He’s a horrible liar.” You nodded, despite knowing he was lying. You cleared your throat and smiled sheepishly. “Well, I guess I’ll be going now, I’ll see you in potions.” You turned to leave but froze when you felt his hand brush yours. You turned and faced Draco, seeing him with a very odd expression. He looked… nervous. “Well, seeing as you fought me for that book, why don’t we share it over a butter beer?” Despite his nervousness, he didn’t even stutter. You glared at him. “I asked if you wanted it!” He rolled his eyes as you continued on with your rant. “I told you, we can share it.” He didn’t wait for an answer and quickly grabbed your hand, leading you out of the library.

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You sighed happily once you entered the warm pub, away from the smothering cold wind. Hermione and Ron sat in the corner, sipping on their drinks. Hermione covered her mouth as she laughed along with Ron, leaning against his shoulder a bit. You smiled at them, before realizing that Draco had already sat down. You moved into the booth beside him and set the book on the table, rubbing your hands together for warmth. “Still cold?” You turned to Draco before shaking your head. “I’ll warm up in a minute.” Draco ordered himself a beer before ordering you a hot chocolate, much to your surprise. He read your expression and looked away. “I don’t feel like carrying a drunken woman back.” “Liar.” A few minutes went by, waiting for your drinks to arrive. You hadn’t stopped shivering. “Honestly, your still cold?” He huffed before wrapping an arm around your neck and tugging you into his chest.

Your face looked as red as ever, so you burrowed it into his uniform sweater. You could only imagine how he looked right now. He smelt of… mint. You felt your face cool down and peeked out from his sweater, seeing Hermione staring from across the room. You squeaked and burrowed back into his warmth. “Bloody hell, what are you doing?” You peeked up at him and motioned towards Hermione with your eyes. Draco looked over to her, and was met by a ice cold glare. “What’s with her?” You laughed nervously and turned your face around to the shop. “She offered to have me come with them, but I said no because I wanted to study. She probably thinks I was being rude…” You smiled before continuing. “Truth is, I wanted to give Ron a chance for some alone time with her.” He nodded and looked up as the drinks arrived. The waitress gave us an odd look, but set down the drinks and carried on with her job. You leaned up and out of his arms and grabbed your hot chocolate, sipping it slowly. The rest of your time there was spent nicely, you cozy and snug underneath his arm, which he did not bother to move from around you (not that you were complaining). But soon enough, it was time to part ways, much to your (and his) dismay. So now there you stood, outside the pub in your warm red sweater with none other than Draco Malfoy, capturing your lips in his. The whole time spent throughout the school year, throughout the fleating glances exchanged, and throughout the library fiasco, has led up to this.

The kiss was warm and suddle, since he quite literally pulled you into his arms and swooped you up. You both pulled away, breathing heavy with clouds appearing with each breath you took. His ice blue eyes stared directly into yours, his usual glare no where to be seen. “Draco…”

You thought about what to say. Everything you ever wanted to tell him, had already been confessed during the kiss. The words rolled off his tongue in just the way you wanted them to. “I love you.” You weren’t surprised, surprisingly. You knew, somewhere inside you that those glances meant something. That time with him had meant something. You smiled at him, pulling his face back down to yours, your breath fanning his lips. “And I you.” Your lips had collided once more, only this time, it held much more passion.

And that was that. Not a care was given in the world that day. Hermione and Ron walked out, buzzed with love and beer, but could still clearly see the scene that was taking place in front of them. There stood you, Y/N, warm cheeks and all with your lips tangled with none other than Draco Malfoy.

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