We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

4| Meet My New Protector

Y/N POV

Today, we were having a flying practice with Madam Hooch. Pansy still feared me after I pulled some of her hair off. Malfoy had asked me to join his gang again and I just said whatever.

"Stick your right hand over the broom and say up," Madam Hooch instructed.

Everyone said up but only some of us managed to get the broom to our hand. Of course, I was successful and so did Malfoy. Potter was impressed when the broom flew to his hand. His two friends, Weasley and a muggle-born named Hermione Granger seemed to have a hard time on this task.

A boy from Gryffindor suddenly flew away with his broom. He was dragged randomly and ended up falling to the ground. I tried to hold myself from laughing, but a chuckle came out in the end. Malfoy joined me and for some seconds I thought he might not be that annoying.

Madam Hooch brought the Gryffindor boy, Neville Longbottom, to the hospital and told us to stay in the field. She made it clear that no one was allowed to fly in the air.

Malfoy wasn't really the type to follow the rule. He had taken something that Neville left when he fell and flew with the broom making Potter followed him. Turned out Potter liked to break the law and mind other's business too.

Unfortunately, McGonagall saw Potter flying in the air with his broom. She came to the field and asked Potter to come with her. Malfoy laughed at him with his two friends.

•••

It was lunchtime when I got a reply letter from my parents. I wrote to them about Pansy and how I won the fight the day after the incident. I opened it right away, curious about what their response would be.

I scanned the letter and the last sentence caught my eyes.

We're gonna pay you and Draco a visit this weekend.

I was dumbfounded and Malfoy noticed it.

"What does it say?"

I didn't want people to know that our parents knew each other. I told him to see it by himself and gave him the letter.

"Don't bother read the whole letter, just look at the last sentence?"

"Love you sweetheart?" He asked confused. Crabbe and Goyle gave us a look, disbelieving what they had just heard coming out of Malfoy's mouth.

"No, you dumb. Look at this," I pointed the sentence I was referring.

"What about it?"

"Isn't that not allowed?"

"Moreover, why do they want to see you?" I added in a whisper so that Crabbe and Goyle couldn't listen.

"I don't know, maybe to give me some advice on how to cope with your rude attitude towards me?" He whispered loudly with a smirk at the end.

"You really are a kid," I said rolling my eyes.

"What are you then? A granny?" He chuckled.

"Take that back Malfoy."

"Are you gonna pull my hair if I don't take it back?"

I was really mad at him. How could he call me a granny?! He also mocked me by bringing up the incident with Pansy. Even though I won, it sounded like an insult coming out from his mouth.

"Alright, sorry. Don't be mad," he apologised. For him, who was so full of himself, to apologise made myself shocked. However, I still ignored him for the rest of the lunchtime.

•••

Snape told me and Malfoy to go to a room next to the potion class' room as my parents were waiting for us there. I still couldn't figure out why Malfoy should be there too. We were meeting my parents, not his.

"My little Y/N!" My mom hugged me as I entered the room with Malfoy.

"Hello Mr and Mrs Richards," Malfoy greeted them.

"Good to see you Draco. Your parents were originally supposed to come here too today, but they're quite busy with some works. So it's just us. How are you Draco? Not making trouble like our little missy over here?" My dad said.

"Dad!"

Malfoy glanced at me before saying, "I'm good Mr Richards."

"Mom, he almost sided with that Parkinson girl," I lied so they would ask him to get out of the room.

"Draco is a sweet boy, he wouldn't do something like that. You two are friends, right Draco?" Mom smiled at him.

"Yes Mrs Richards, I'm always on her side."

I shot him a glare but he shrugged it off.

"Anyway, what is it to make you come to visit us?" I asked.

"We are going on a trip! After a long busy period of work, I got to take a long break. Your mom thought it would be the perfect time to go for a holiday and so I agreed," dad explained.

"That's why, Draco, can you please take care and protect her while we're off for a holiday? We can't visit her like this again when she makes another trouble later," my mom continued.

Malfoy looked at me and I gave him a look to just reject it. He had his sly smirk on him, this was bad. He was going to do the opposite!

"Sure Mrs Richards, I'd love to."

Oh please, just kill me now.

"I object! I don't need someone to take care of me, or even protect me! I'm not a baby anymore. Besides, if you really wanted someone to protect me, wouldn't you think an adult is more of a better option?"

"Um...no, I want you two to be good friends and get to know each other better," my dad smiled.

"And maybe have a little fun here and there, we gotta go now," my mom said and gave me a hug followed by dad doing the same thing.

"But we're good friends already, right Malfoy?" Malfoy just smiled awkwardly.

Oh come on, he wasn't usually like this!

"Good friends call each other by their first names," my dad said. I stomped my feet and saw Malfoy chuckled.

"Oh, we've talked to Dumbledore about young Miss Parkinson, so I'm hoping no more trouble with her," mom added.

"Come on honey, it's almost time for our flight."

"Flight? You're going to the muggle world?" I asked in disbelief. I had never been to the muggle world and my parents always warned me that it wasn't a suitable place for me because I was still a kid. My parents didn't answer my question, they just smiled and walked out of the room.

I turned my head to Malfoy to find him throwing his idiotic smile at me. Ugh, I had to deal with this person for literally every second starting from now.

"We need to make a contract about this," I sighed. He gave me a confused look.

"Are you deaf or just dumb?" I said as I approached a cupboard to find a paper and pen to write the agreement. I sat on a chair and started writing the contract.

"I'm not dumb," he said then soon joined me to make the contract. Our contract.