She smiled - part 1
(A/N): there will be a part 2 :)
Fandom: Harry potter
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!reader
Word count: 1640
warnings: Draco being cute
(Y/N) was a girl with a normal life. At least, that is what you would think. Y/N was a Hufflepuff and was in her fifth year of Hogwarts. She had lovely friends and got good grades. A perfect life, would you think.
But there was something frustrating her. Someone was frustrating her. A feeling she got when he walked past her. That weird tickle she felt in her body when her eyes met his. Love is supposed to be nice, good.
But what if you fall in love with the wrong person? You’re supposed to fall in love with someone with a big heart, someone who cares about a thing at least. But what if you fall in love with a person who doesn’t know you exist? What if you fall in love with… Draco Malfoy?
How could she be so stupid? He was Draco. She knew he would break her heart. Well, she never even talked to him. But she just couldn’t. She was a Hufflepuff, and he was a Slytherin. And not just a Slytherin, but the Slytherin prince. She was dead anyway. She thought the feeling eventually would go away, that’s what she told herself every day.
But when she walked into the great hall and her eyes found his, her heart stopped. His breathtaking smile, and his smirk…
She realized, her feeling would never fade. But the eye contact was all she had.
Until she sat in the library one day.
“I don’t know what are teachers are thinking, I mean, 3 rolls of parchment, Are they even human?!” her friend said. But (Y/N) wasn’t listening. She was reading her book and didn’t even notice her friend was talking to her.
“Hello? (Y/N)? Do you know what Sprout means with this?” asked (Y/F/N).
“I’m sorry, what?”
“What’s going on?”
“I was just reading”
“No, I’m serious. You are drifting of lately. I don’t get why you have such good grades, I don’t get any of this. By the way, did you hear what people are saying about Ron Weasley? I heard someone say that he-” her thoughts drifted away again. She tried to read a paragraph eight times now, but she couldn’t read the words. She stood up to put her book back in a bookshelf. She was searching for the right shelf when she heard something.
A voice, a voice she would recognize anywhere. Her heart started beating rapidly, but she kept her breath steady.
She walked towards the voice and it got louder. Eventually, she walked past a corner, and there he was. She focused on searching a bookshelf, what was impossible with such a boy in front of you, and tried to find the good spot. She overheard the conversation between Draco and another boy.
“Do you know which book we’ve to read from Sprout? God, why am I even doing this-” he said.
“Are you searching for this one?” (Y/N) said, and gave him her book. At that moment, she wanted to run away and cry in a corner. But she stayed. Her feet glued to the ground, a little smile on her face.
She wanted the earth to swallow her, but she also wanted to stay. Talking to him is a risk for everyone, but it was the only way she could contact him.
What she did not realize, is that her smile did more than she thought. Her smile was something that touched him, deep in his heart. His heart was protected by a big wall, but she could break it within a second. Every time she looked at him, he looked back and his heart stopped. Every time he looked at her, he forgets his words.
He took the book and looked in her eyes. Her eyes, a weakness she had not discovered until now. It looked like a palette of color, that lit up when she smiled. He was staring, and she let go of the book. He was pulled back to reality, a few words left on his lips.
“Thank you.” he said.
“No problem,” she said and smiled. She smiled. She turned and walked away, leaving him behind. It was true. No one could reach his heart like (Y/N).
It was a bad day for (Y/N). She accidentally ripped her cloak in the morning, what made her late for breakfast. With her books in her hand, she ran through the hallways on her way to Potions. When she got there she opened the door, and many eyes were staring at her. Draco’s included. She forgot for one second she had Potions with the Slytherins, and her heart dropped. Without her emotions taking over her body she walked to the table where her friends were sitting. But there was no place left. (Y/F/N) looked at her with a ‘sorry’ face and (Y/N) looked around her. There was only one place left, Next to Draco.
“Miss (Y/L/N), would you like to join us and sit next to Mr. Malfoy?” the professor said. She walked to him, and he was staring at her while she did. And he smirked. He smirked. It was a miracle she didn’t fall right on the ground, little did he know what he did to her.
“What are you smirking at?” (Y/N) asked. He realized he was staring and shook his head.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Alright then” She put her books on the table and looked inside the cauldron. “What are you brewing?”
“You don’t know what you’re brewing?” she said and she sighed. Off course he knew what he was brewing, why wouldn’t he? He was just not thinking straight, thanks to her. How hard could talking to her be? Pretty hard.
“What are you brewing?” (Y/N) stood up and asked Pancy. Pancy started laughing and looked at her like she was a bunch of trash. That did something to Draco, and he stepped forward. (Y/N) was not trash.
“Is it that hard to answer?” he said, and he put his hand on her lower back. (Y/N)’s body stiffened, and he took his hand away. He did it without thinking, but it got him nervous. He wanted to be close to (Y/N), but he didn’t want to bother her.
Pansy looked at Draco as if he broke up their marriage, and looked at (Y/N).
“We are brewing draught of living death,” she said irritated.
“Thanks” (Y/N) said sarcastically. She sat down and opened her book. She started throwing ingredients into their cauldron and Draco lost count of it.
“Can I do something?” he asked. (Y/N) looked surprised, but nodded.
“Can you give me the Asphodel?” she asked. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, at least he wanted to help. He gave it to her and the moment their hands touched each other, a shiver ran down his spine. He looked into her eyes, her beautiful eyes, and forgot everything around them.
But then she looked away and put the Asphodel in the cauldron. Draco sighed. He looked behind her and saw that Harry Potter finished his potion and got a compliment from the professor. Everyone needed to come forward and look at Harry taking his ‘liquid luck’.
(Y/N) looked at Draco and realized she should have let him help her. Then she thought of the moment he stood up for her against Pansy. She held back a smile, but a grin formed on her face. Draco saw it and it let him smirk too. But then (Y/F/N) grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and took her with her.
At the end of the day, (Y/N) sat next to her friends during dinner. She was already wearing her Quidditch uniform because she had practice after dinner. She was on the Hufflepuff team and was a chaser.
When they were done she walked with (Y/F/N) to the Quidditch pit and went to the changing rooms. Their team captain, Zacharias Smith, held a speech about new training techniques.
When they got into the pit she looked over at the bleachers and saw her friend, a smile forming on her face. She looked further around her, and her eyes stopped by a figure at the other side of the pit. It was Draco.
Smith walked to the Slytherins and asked what they were doing there, the Hufflepuff had the pit for their own training. The team captain from the Slytherins said they had permission from Snape to practice.
“If you want to practice so badly, why not play a game against us?” he said, with an evil smirk. Smith glared at him and then looked at the team, and nodded.
“Good luck with losing,” he said, and he walked away. (Y/N) shook her head, they didn’t stand a chance. But they could try to win at least. They still had a real match to play against the Slytherins, so after this, they knew what they could expect.
The Hufflepuff took place on their broomsticks, pushed themselves from the ground and took their positions. A volunteer from the audience threw the four balls in the air and the game began.
(Y/N) was a sweet girl on the ground, but during Quidditch she was serious. She raced to the quaffle and caught it. She flew to the other side of the pit and approached the opposite goal. The beaters from Slytherin flew towards her, and her teammates fell around her. (Y/N) didn’t give up, came very close to the goal, and scored.
Her whole team was cheering, and she smiled broadly.
“Nice ball, (Y/L/N)” she heard someone say. She turned and saw the face of Draco Malfoy. Wearing a smirk, like always.
“Thanks, Malfoy.” she said.