We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

88| Snooping Duo

Y/N POV

Hermione and I were watching the dimwit couple snogging in the courtyard. Honestly, had they lost their dignity? It must be so hurtful for Hermione to see her crush sharing lips to swap spit with another girl, especially a dull one compared to her who was a genius.

If it was me who was watching Draco doing that with some other girl, I would've been bawling my eyes out until all the tears were gone, leaving my eyes to be nothing but withering eyeballs; I would probably end up hating everyone for the rest of my life too. Or perhaps, if the hatred had stacked up too much in my heart, I might just murder the flirty cockroaches. Called it overreacting or whatever, the point was I wouldn't be able to stand it.

"Why are we using binoculars?" Hermione asked in a whisper.

"To get the spy vibe?" I giggled.

"Merlin's beard, how childish. Whose this anyway?"

"Draco's, I stole it."

Draco had a lot of useless things placed all around our room. Who knew what use would these binoculars do for us, but this really helped me and Hermione for now. She laughed with me, the laughter of an angel. She hadn't been laughing like this for a long time and that was on Ron the dimwit. I kind of felt proud of myself for making my best friend laugh at something silly because frankly, I wasn't a funny person myself.

"Blimey Hermione, has he gone blind?" I ridiculed when I saw Lavender acting all lovey-dovey with Ron. Hands were on each other's waist, they honestly looked like a happy couple and I hated to admit it. However there was one thing for sure, coming out from their aura; one specific word to describe it, disgusting.

"I don't know. By the way, is Malfoy okay with you spending the day with me? You said he didn't spend much time together with you, I don't wanna interrupt your private time," she blurted.

"Yeah, he's busy working out anyway. I don't know why he would do that, I mean he's fit already," I chuckled.

And we kept talking about random stuff which mostly involved Draco in it. She asked me what kind of stuff we usually did since we started dating, how to cope with a bipolar kid, how he treated me and some other similar questions. I told her that Draco was the person I had always dreamt to be my other half. I even revealed how I used to write my specifications of a prince for myself; the appearance, the personality and all the good stuff after my parents finished reading me a little romantic fairy tale when I was a kid.

Recalling old days was quite enjoyable, my younger self would never believe that I was able to find my own prince charming without the common brown hair; platinum-blonde was way better. Hermione listened quietly while our eyes were still focused on the love birds in the corridor.

"Sounds like he loves you so much Y/N," she stated.

"He does, Hermione and so do I."

"Wish I could get someone like your boyfriend, but you know, with the bad traits gone," she sighed.

"He's not bad."

Silence arose as soon as I stated that. I meant it; Draco wasn't a bad person. People misunderstood him most of the times. If he was truly a bad person, he wouldn't bother to ask me out in the first place, he wouldn't spoil me with all those luxurious items, he wouldn't make things work out for our relationship after the break-up and if he was the coldhearted – almost heartless – person like anybody else said, how could he fall for me?

Hermione would never understand because she didn't have a Draco in her life and she wouldn't dare to argue about it; she knew I would defend him at all cost no matter what happened. No one should say bad things about my fiance.