The Slytherin Princess | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Chapter 2: Quidditch Positions

It's been four years since you arrived at Hogwarts. You and your room mate decided to take a Saturday trip to Hogsmeade, where you run into your biggest rival, Draco Malfoy...

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FOUR YEARS LATER...

"Y/N, wake up!" you heard your roommate yelled again. Seconds later a pillow hit your head, and you groaned as you finally rolled over and sat up.

"Could you shut the fuck up for once?" you said playfully, glaring at your roommate Juniper. "It's literally Saturday."

"The first Saturday that Hogsmeade is open!" she hollered in response, her blue hair flying everywhere. The professors hated that Juniper had found a way to change her hair color with a spell, but since she was still in school and there wasn't an official rule against it, there was nothing they could do.

"Yeah, and I was out until nearly one in the morning at stupid Quidditch practice!" you said, throwing her pillow right back at her face.

"It's not my fault Arlie doesn't give you all mercy," she teased, pulling her hair back.

"He's your boyfriend," you argued. "Maybe you should ask him to go easy on us for once."

"And leave him with that much pent-up frustration when I sneak into his dorm later? No thanks, I don't like it that rough," she said, pulling on a silver sweater and black leggings.

You rolled your eyes.

"Besides, if you and Malfoy got along, he might be more willing to let up," she mused. "He gets so pissed because you two won't be team players—no pun intended!"

You rolled your eyes again. "He's just mad that Arlie switched our positions. It'd be fine if he could just be a Keeper and not try to undermine me while I'm chasing the Snitch. It's his fault we lost to fucking Hufflepuff last week."

You pulled open your wardrobe, unsure of what to wear. There was certainly a chill in the air, but you still wanted to draw eyes.

Pulling out a deep red sweater and black leggings, you held them out for Juniper's approval.

She nodded vigorously, her smile wide. "Malfoy's not gonna be able to keep his eyes off you with that on," she said cheekily.

"Like I care about what he thinks," you said with a scoff. "Let's get this over with, I'm gonna need a nap before Quidditch practice tonight."

Juniper squealed in delight, pulling you out the door with barely a chance to even grab your wand.

Your wand and your broomstick were your two most prized possessions. Your wand, cedar wood with a Dragon Heartstring core stood at a whopping 13 inches, longer than nearly anyone you'd met. You carried it with you nearly everywhere—even during the summer, when you weren't really even allowed to use it.

And your broomstick? It was the most expensive on the market—and the highest of quality. The Thunderbolt Twelve. You'd spent months slaving away at your uncle's candy shop to save up the Galleons to get it—and you couldn't help but feel a little smug when all Malfoy was able to use to buy his way onto the Quidditch team was Nimbus 2001s.

You tucked your wand into your boot as Juniper dragged you into Hogsmeade, shaking off the nostalgic thoughts and instead breathing in the crisp fall air swirling around you.

Juniper found Arlie pretty quickly—sometimes you swore she had a tracking chip on him.

"Babeeee," she drawled as she hung onto him. "Y/N says you're pushing them too hard at Quidditch practice."