Limerance - HP Various x (Y/N)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥 𝟡 - 𝕀 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖

Thursday evening was.. fascinating. Yes, that's the word, (Y/n) thought. A petty fight occurred between two little rivals, and suddenly, news of Harry being expelled was everywhere.

It was all people were chattering about. Why couldn't they mind their own bloody business, you ask? Well, in summary, they're morons. (Y/n) herself had came to that conclusion.

Anyway, as the girl walked to the great hall for dinner that day, she spotted Malfoy walking over to Harry. 

And like a good friend she was, she decided to step into their little conversation, ready to fire back with her words if the blond boy starts insulting her friend. Unfortunately for her, they were already talking when she got to where they stood.

"Yeah? I'm his second," Ron snorted at the opposing house member. "Who's yours?"

Malfoy turned around to look at his goons but he figured they'd be useless - until he spotted (Y/n), of course. His smirk went even wider as his face lit up in amusement. The girl knew he was scheming nothing good. He took a moment to eye her up & down, later turning around to make eye contact with the golden trio again. 

"Her," he pointed, smugly.

"Her? What makes you think she'd want to help you?" Ron exclaimed, confused.

The girl shot the blond a weary look, stepping forward, "What? What are you even talking about?"

Malfoy crossed his arms for the 20th time that day, "We're having a duel at midnight, and you're my second."

(Y/n) grunted, "That's a load of crap. Why do you need a second anyway? You're not bloody killing each other."

Malfoy shrugged, walking to merlin-knows-where without another word. (Y/n) pursed her lips, shooting an apologetic smile at her knowing friends before huffing, and following after the blond male.

What is this arse planning now?

As she soon caught up with him, he stopped, his usual smirk never disappearing. (Y/n) panted slightly, almost dropping to her knees. 

Malfoy was quick to laugh, mocking her form, "You're quite out of shape."

She scowled, regaining her composure, "Sod off, spoiled brat. Firstly, I'm not going to be your second. Secondly, you could get in trou-"

Malfoy put a finger to her lips, (Y/n) shrinking backwards in surprise.

"You're going to be my second and that's that," he stated, walking a few steps forward.

"But we're not even friends! Why would I willingly help a git like you?" (Y/n) yelled after him, tilting her head quizzically.

The blond stopped in his tracks, smugly looking over his shoulder, "Because you're always in it for trouble. And you're cute when you blabber but for now, keep your mouth shut."

A playful smirk danced on his lips when the male spotted the Slytherin girl's lips go ajar.

"Idiot," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. He really thought he did something, she groaned, quickly shuffling away before anyone suspected anything.

(Y/n) placed herself in the seat next to her friend, Hugo, looking defeated.
Oh what is she going to do now?

The kind boy shot her a small smile, "So.. what happened between you, Malfoy, and Potter?"

(Y/n) grumbled, leaning her head on his shoulder in tiredness, "Nothing. Malfoy's just being a brat, like always."

In all truth, she did not want to tell him their plan in case he tried to stop her. Which could be a problem if he got hurt in the process - (Y/n) couldn't afford that. Maybe she'll tell him - but after the event, when he couldn't do anything about it.