*BEING RE WRITTEN*
Y/n Stoneshire is a muggle born student at Hogwarts just trying to get through her days. But it's not so easy being a rare muggleborn in slytherin. And just to top it all of she's friends with the golden trio.
So when one day...
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I get to the great hall and he's just sitting there. Sulking. He's quite beautiful though. My feelings towards him at the moment are confused.
Harry comes In the room with a bloody nose and I think I have an idea of what happened.
After dumbledoors speech and some food I see Draco get up and I follow him to the common room.
I see him sit on the couch so I head up to my room and change into pajamas and then wait a while till it seemed that no one else was in the common room and then headed down.
He's sitting on the couch alone, looking really sad and almost, scared?
"Draco?" I say and he jumps a bit in his seat then turns to me gesturing me over to him.
"Ya?" He says as I sit down.
"What was all that about on the train, no one was-"
"Potter was in there with his cloak." He says cutting me off and I look surprised.
"Oh, well it's ok then I guess."
"Sorry it was so harsh."
"No its ok I understand. But I do have a question- why didn't you write me this summer?"
"I- I was busy I'm sorry it's just with my father in Azkaban and my mum not handling it well, it's just really hard right now, I wanted to write you, I missed you a lot, it's just I- I c-couldn't I..." he say tears starting to flow from his eyes and his hands shaking. His breath becoming more heavy.
A panic attack.
"Hey hey, it's ok I'm here for you. You've helped me so much and now I'm gonna help you ok. You're gonna be fine, and you're gonna get through this." I say as I softly take his face in my hands whipping his tears away with my thumbs. He leans his head on my shoulder and wraps his arms around my waist, his body wracking with sobs as he cries.
"Please don't leave me. I'll be better I promise." He cries.
"What are you talking about I'm not going to leave you, I love you remember." I say rubbing circles on his back as I feel his body settle down.
"I love you too." He whispers about to fall asleep.
"As much as would love to lay down and cuddle the night away with you we both know that if any of our room mates found us in each others beds all hell would break lose." I explain and he chuckles slightly.
So he slowly removes his arms and stands up.
"Goodnight." He says and places a sweet small kiss on my lips.
"Goodnight." I smile and we walk separate ways.
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Harry, Ron, and I are are sanding on a ledge in the hallways laughing at the jumbled first years when Mcgonagall calls Harry over to her. Then all of a sudden Harry is dragging me and Ron to potions class.
"Harry my boy, I was starting to worry you wouldn't show up. And who have you brought with you?" Slughorn asks.
"Oh um I'm (y/n) Stoneshire and this is Ron Weasley but we're terrible at potions so I think we should just go-" I say while Ron nods along.
"Nonsense any friends of Harry's are friends of mine."
"Sir we don't have are books." Harry says.
"Well there's some in the cupboard now hurry it up." And we head over.
There's only three books left and one of them is all tattered so all of us start fighting over the good ones till me and Ron grab the good ones causing Harry so playfully slap us with the old looking one. I laugh and go stand next to mione who is in this class.
"Ok now who knows what these are." Slughorn says pointing at the few potions in front of him.
I'm not really paying attention till I notice one of them that I read about when mione forced me to study last year-
"Amortentia." I say accidentally out loud.
"Yes Miss Stoneshire, that is, care to explain." Slughorn says.
"Oh ok, well it's the most powerful love potion in the world, it also smells different to each person depending on what or who attracts them, for example I smell-.... green apples and men's Cologne." I say and look up to see Draco smirking to himself in the corner of the room, causing me to blush and step back.
I kinda spaced out for the rest of the class while everyone is trying to make the best draught of death, only for Harry to win the liquid luck because of his stupid old book.