ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ,
Stories with you and your favourite Harry Potter characters cause we all know we have one or more Harry Potter characters we're hopelessly in love with. I wrote the first few ones when I was bored AKA when I was...
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So this one was requested by JulzLovDraco4Eva. I had a similar idea to your request so I merged them both so this one-shot will be slightly different from what you requested. Sorry about that! Hope you like it. Just a heads-up, this one is l o n g.
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Year 3:
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I flinched along with the rest of the class when I saw Draco Malfoy fall to the floor, groaning after his encounter with Buckbeak.
"Y/n, take Malfoy ter Madame Pomfrey," said Hagrid, looking visibly disappointed at how his first class had gone.
Seeing Hagrid look so disheartened, I didn't even complain and went straight to Malfoy, helping him up without a word. I followed him to the infirmary, rolling my eyes whenever he burst into his class A bullshit about how he was dying.
I stayed with him throughout the time Madame Pomfrey cleaned his (tiny) wound and tied a cast to it. "I'm dying. Aah~" he said, groaning," My father will hear about this."
"Oh stop being a baby, Malfoy!" I said, unable to control my growing urge to smack his pretty face.
"Watch who you're talking to, L/n," he spat.
"What if I don't, Malfoy? Is your Daddy going to hear about this too?" I stepped forward.
He gulped. "No...?"
"You know Malfoy, I think everyone has good and bad in them so you do have the capacity to be a nice person but you deliberately choose to be an asshole. It's not too late to change your ways."
"You don't get it, L/n," he said, running his fingers through his hair frustratedly," I don't have much of a choice. My father- I just- I want him to be proud of me. I've always been a disappointment. I couldn't get Potter to befriend me in the first year and Potter made it to the Quidditch team in the first year while I got on in the second year and even then Potter wins and I lose. I want him to be proud of me, even if it means nobody knows who I really am inside."
"Whoa- I never knew. I'm sorry," I breathed out, suddenly having the urge to give the poor guy a hug. I decided against it and took a step behind.
"Not a word of this to anyone, got that?" he asked his cold demeanor back again.
"And here I thought we were having a moment," I said dramatically.
"Sod off, Y/n."
"I don't think I will. But in all seriousness, I'm always here if you need to talk okay? But like discretely 'cause my friends would-"
