#dracofanfic

It had all started with the stupidest fight of the year. McLaggen had leaned a little too close to Ramona during Charms, and Draco had completely lost it. He called her “provocative,” she told him he was being paranoid, and that word, paranoid, only made him more furious.

They spent the entire week fighting. Snide comments in public, sharp silence in private. And when McLaggen had the audacity to slide his arm around her shoulders in the courtyard, Ramona had closed her eyes. Not just from the disgust of being touched by him, but because she knew she’d have to apologize to Draco, and it annoyed her even more.

But in the end, she did it.

That, and hexed McLaggen for good measure.

Now, the wind was cutting against their cheeks, carrying the scent of damp grass and scorched broomsticks at the Quidditch field.

Next to her, Pansy Parkinson was lazily watching Travers, the new sixth-year Chaser, pass the Quaffle to Avery in a decent arc, decent enough, at least, for someone still learning. Eyes half-lidded, chin resting on her palm, she looked like she was analyzing the game… or simply killing time in the least boring way possible.

After all, with half the school pretending to be interested in “technical observation,” everyone knew it was just an excuse to ogle the sculpted physiques of a few Slytherins in flight.

Behind them sat Melanie Griffin, a fifth-year Slytherin, perched one step up.

When Draco shouted orders toward the new Chasers, Pansy sighed quietly, suddenly remembering.

“So? Did he really break up with you last night?”

Ramona made a vague wave with her hand, eyes still on the pitch. “Yeah. For about forty-five seconds.”

Pansy chuckled, tapping a manicured nail against her lip. “Then he changed his mind?” “Mmh.” A sound. Maybe agreement. A few seconds later, Ramona added, with the same calm tone one might use to comment on the weather: “...Maybe I should try being a bit more docile. And listen, sometimes...”

Pansy smirked. “You can say it out loud, Ray.” Then she turned slightly, expecting a sarcastic look, a smirk, something.

But Ramona’s face was blank. Her eyes still locked on Draco, cutting through the air like he’d been born to own the sky.

Behind them, Melanie sighed in dreamy defeat. “Oh… I wish I had a boyfriend too.”

Pansy whipped around, smirk already sharpening. “Yeah, maybe don’t say that while drooling over Ramona’s.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean... I mean, sure, he’s handsome, but…”

Pansy turned back to Ramona. Still no reaction. No scowl. No glare. Nothing. Weird.

“Grimsby?” she muttered, brow raised. “You feeling alright?”

Ramona gave a small nod, eyes still up. Then, absentmindedly licking her teeth, she blinked slowly. “When he lands, I swear I won’t even let him reach the showers.”

Pansy laughed out loud, clutching her cloak tighter. “Merlin, you’re hopeless.”

Ramona bit the corner of her lip, legs still crossed, hair tousled by the wind. She didn’t care. Her eyes tracked Draco mid-turn, flawless on his Nimbus.

“We’ve been fighting for a full week…” she added, voice calm as if talking about lunch options.

“Thought you slept in his bed last night?”

“I did. But the moment my head hit the pillow I passed out. Three hours of detention with McGonagall will do that to you.”

Pansy raised a brow. “What’d she make you do this time?”

“Scrubbed every first-year cauldron. By hand. No wand. I’ve smelled like burnt mint and brass polish all day.”

Pansy chuckled, nudging Ramona’s ribs. “So you’ve got some… repressed frustration, huh?”

Behind them, Melanie giggled. “Bet you can’t wait to sneak into the locker room once practice is over…” she said, a little too pleased with herself. Then added, smiling wider: “And if you need company, I wouldn’t mind catching a glimpse of Avery shirtless.”

Only then did Ramona turn to her. Slowly. “Draco doesn’t want anyone in the locker room unless they’re on the team.”

She said it coldly, like quoting house law.

Ramona shot Pansy a look, the kind that said: Why exactly did we bring her again? Pansy gave a half-smile.

“Melanie’s working on a… project” Pansy explained. “A little Slytherin archive. Something to pass down. To remind future students what standards mean.”

Ramona’s eyes followed Draco again. “I doubt my sex life qualifies for your historical record” she said flatly.

But Melanie wasn’t phased. She lifted her chin, clearly pleased with herself. “Actually, I think it’s perfect. Who better to represent Slytherin pride than the royal couple?”

Ramona raised a brow, uninterested. But Pansy knew her too well. There were few things Ramona loved more than talking about herself and Draco Malfoy.

“So what kind of questions are you asking?” she asked, gaze still fixed on the pitch.

Melanie sat up straighter, about to launch into a monologue, but Pansy cut in first. “She made a list. ‘Interview Questions for the Slytherin Elite – Seventh Years.’ Stuff like: ‘When did you get your first tailored cloak?’ ‘What’s your morning routine in the dorms?’ ‘How do you uphold your bloodline’s social standard at Hogwarts?’”

Ramona made a face.

“And who’s starring in that tragedy?” Ramona ignored her, eyes still on Draco’s perfect arc.

“Obviously you, me, and Daphne” Pansy replied flatly. “Unless Melanie wants to preserve Millicent Bulstrode’s legacy for future generations.”

Ramona gave her a small smirk.

Just as she did, Melanie froze.

The screech of an incoming Bludger cut the air. Then a hard kick. A blast of wind. A silver Nimbus streaked by, still humming with power. The Bludger slammed into the boundary barrier with a crack that shook the whole stand.

Ramona looked up calmly, locking eyes with Draco, who was anything but calm. Cloak whipping around his ankles like a warning.

“You’re distracted, Grimsby” he said, voice sharp like a reprimand.

Ramona sighed, and waved lazily toward the field. “Still much yelling to do, captain?”

Draco clenched his jaw. “At least another hour. We can’t show up to the match like this. The new ones need to get it together.”

He swerved effortlessly, dodging the two Chasers trailing the Quaffle. Ramona stood with bored elegance, brushing off her skirt. “Well, then I’m leaving before I catch another Bludger to the face. .”

Draco opened his mouth, to protest, maybe, or make a snide remark ,but his eyes slid to Melanie, still staring at him like she was trying to burn his face into memory.

“And who the hell is she?” he barked.

“Melanie Griffin” Pansy said quickly, before Melanie could squeak. “She’s writing a masterpiece on Slytherin House. A reportage, apparently. For posterity.”

Draco raised a brow, unimpressed. But before he could reply, Ramona leaned in, brushing her lips to his ear.

She whispered something. Something Pansy and Melanie couldn’t hear but...it landed.

Draco froze. His eyes darted to the pitch. Then to Ramona. Then back again.

He turned to the team in a sharp snap. “Practice is over! Everyone down. If you haven’t figured out how to fly after an hour and a half, you’re not going to today.”

“But Malfoy...” “Now. Or I’ll knock you off myself.”

The players scattered instantly.

Ramona smirked, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from her sleeve. “See?” she said lightly, her voice like velvet laced with steel.

“He may be furious with me, but he still listens...to the right words.”

Melanie exhaled like she’d forgotten to breathe. “He just...he stopped everything. For you.”

Ramona shrugged, utterly unbothered. “He does that.”

you packed your things into your haversack and left the classroom as quickly as possible.

you met with lucian, who was waiting for you by the corridor outside the classroom and the two of you walked to the great hall together.

being a half-blood witch in slytherin, you were not necessarily picked on, but your housemates were not too fond of you either. lucian's mother was a half-blood and thus he was one of the few slytherins who actually wanted to befriend you.

"that bloody malfoy's been getting on my nerves i can't believe burbage's put me with him for lessons!" you threw your hands in the air as you complained to your friend.

"i think he fancies you," lucian shrugged.

you looked at lucian as if he had worms growing out of his ears, "don't be ridiculous, that's the most stupid thing you've ever said. and you once admitted that you liked the beef flavoured space raiders over pickled onions."

"come on y/n, malfoy's immature we all know that. maybe he's the type to bully the girl he fancies."

you waved lucian off with your hand and pulled him to your seats by the slytherin table.

you began to tuck into the large scran in front of you. ever since durmstrang and beauxbatons had been visiting hogwarts, the food served during dinners and lunches were more grand than usual.

when dinner was finished, the golden plates cleaned themselves and stacked neatly into piles in the middle of the dining table.

dumbledore, madame maxime and karakaroff stood by the goblet as the champions were announced.

you were practically daydreaming the whole time, the fluff on lucian's robes were much more entertaining than whatever was happening on the platform.

you barely even missed it when harry potter was miraculously crowned the fourth champioin.

you were walking back to the slytherin common room with lucian when you saw poliakoff walking towards the exit of the castle to the durmstrang ship.

"goodnight poliakoff," you waved to him.

"goodnight lyubima (darling)," poliakoff waved to you as he flashed a sweet smile.

you blushed slightly as you pulled lucian to walk faster away from poliakoff.

"what was that?" lucian asked, a shit eating grin on his face.

"he's my seatmate in potions and he's nice," you shoved him when his teasing got too much, "i'll see you tomorrow bole."

"do you have to wear that silly thing?" you motioned to the 'potter stinks' badge on draco's robes.

"oh shut up halfblood," draco glared at you.

"right..." you trailed off and returned to doing your project individually.

the first task came and passed. it was rather uneventful, you thought. you cheered when potter won, but felt disappointed when he was tied with krum.

a few weeks after the first task, you and the entirety of the slytherin house were called to the great hall for assembly.

you were seated in benches that lined the great hall while professor snape stood in the middle with a record player next to him.

"the yule ball has been a tradition of the triwizard tournament since it's inception. on christmas eve night, we and our guests gather in the great hall for a night of well mannered frivolity. as representatives of the host school, i expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward and i mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost a dance." professor snape bellowed.

excited chatters and whispers filled the great hall and the thought of a dance. hogwarts was too modest for such fratenising and the thought of getting to attend with a date was quite something.

"silence!" professor snape hushed, "i will not have all of you behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons."

"try saying that five times faster." you heard draco, who was sitting in front of you and lucian with his very own babbling, bumbling band of baboons (crabbe and goyle), whisper.

the potions master eyed draco warningly and pressed on the record player to begin the classical instrumental.

"find a partner and step forward, ms bullstrode, you will be with me."

you saw bullstrode roll her eyes and make a gagging gesture to her friends.

"i think i'm gonna ask greengrass," lucian stood up, and brushed his hands on his trousers, "wish me luck."

"i think i'm going to need to wish her luck." you chuckled.

"come on then," crabbe beckoned draco to dance but the blonde boy let out a scoff.

"you think i would ever dance with any of these people." draco folded his arms.

you rolled your eyes at his comment. of course his posh arse would make a comment like that.

"malfoy, partner with y/l/n," professor snape instructed.

"what?" you shot up from your seat, "no! i was going to partner with mont-" you looked over to see graham with pansy, "ague..."

"up and on the floor in three seconds or you can spend your free period tomorrow helping me clean the cauldrons in the potion classrooms."

with a frustrated groan leaving your lips and draco letting out an annoyed sigh, you and draco made your way to the middle of the great hall where all the other partnered couples were.

"girls curtsy and boys bow, now greet your respective partner accordingly."

you did as follow and tried not to grimace when draco placed one hand on your waist.

"i can't believe this is happening," you mumbled as draco looked anywhere but at you.

it was unbelievably awkward and you just wanted the assembly to be over.

you knew how to ballroom dance, having been taught by your father when you were a little girl.

you followed draco's lead and was surprised when he actually knew the steps and different footwork.

you admired draco as he danced you around the room. he had a stern look on his face from concentration while also a soft expression from the calmness of the musical environment.

you noticed how his eyelashes rested in his cheek beautifully and his crystal blue eyes glinted from the sun rays peeking through the stained glass windows.

"you can dance?" you mused, your jaw dropping slightly.

"don't be too surprised halfblood, shut your mouth before a wasp flies into it." draco quipped.

you closed your mouth and blinked hardly, embarassed by the insult.

you didn't know where the sudden insecurity came from. you were usually one to bite back twice as hard whenever draco had something snarky to say. but this time, you ducked your head down to try and conceal the pink blush that tinted your cheeks.

draco was dumbfounded, expecting a comment back from you after what he said. and when he saw your reaction to his insult, he almost felt bad for you.

much to your luck, the song came to an end and professor snape dismissed the lot of you and you rushed out the great hall, not bothering to wait for lucian.

you trudged to the girls toilets and splashed your face with water.

"really y/n?" you scolded yourself through your reflection.

you were convinced you were losing your marbles at the fact that you were admiring draco malfoy. as in the draco malfoy, who had been nothing but an absolute arsehole to you for four years.

"it's just the sleep depreviation, right?" you tried to convince yourself as you shook the thoughts of draco out of your head.

when you walked into muggle studies that afternoon, draco thankfully did not point out your incident earlier that day. in fact, not a single mean comment left his lips during the duration of the one hour lesson.

the yule ball was approaching and you had yet to have a date. you managed to convince lucian to grow a pair and ask daphne out, which she agreed.

you were starting to grow worried that you would have to go to the yule ball like an absolute fool and be alone.

you picked at your half eaten plate of food while lucian went on about quidditch which you drowned out.

you were surprised however when you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

"oh, hi poliakoff," you turned in your seat and waved to the boy who was standing in front of you.

"hi y/n, v'ood you like to go to ze' ball wiv' me?" poliakoff held out a single daisy to you, the dainty flower looked tiny compared to his large hands.

your heart warmed from the sweet gestures, "of course i would," you accepted the flower as poliakoff smiled bashfully, returning to where his friends were sitting.

"that was the most sweet yet disgusting thing i've ever seen," lucian commented and you nudged him with your elbow, smiling at the daisy you were twisting between your fingers.

draco, who had been sitting a few spots away from you, felt jealousy brewing from his insides. but quickly brushed off that burning feeling by shoving more potato cubes into his mouth.

"mnogo si krasiva (you are very beautiful)," poliakoff kissed the back of your hand and you hooked your arm around his.

the night went rather well. poliakoff was polite and sweet, but you just didn't feel all that attracted to him beyond that.

something else that had put you off was that throughout the night, you felt as if someone had been staring at you, but you just could not pinpoint who.

you were standing by the punch table and sipping on your drink with poliakoff when he asked you a rather odd question.

"why ha'z z'is malfoy been looking at us the whole night? he keep'z looking at'z me angrily," poliakoff whispered to you.

sure enough, you glanced over to where crabbe, goyle, and draco were standing and he was indeed glaring daggers at poliakoff.

draco noticed you had been looking at home adn quickly looked away, suddenly finding the ice sculpture next to him the most interesting thing in the world.

you frowned in confusion, shrugging at poliakoff because you truly had no logical answer to his question.

"v'ood you like to go out'z?" poliakoff asked as he took your punch out of your hands and set it on the table.

"um, actually, i wanted to chat with daphne and lucian for a bit-" but before you could finish your sentence, you were being dragged away by poliakoff, "o-kayyy and we're leaving."

poliakoff led you to the slytherin common room and you settled yourselves on the plush velvet cushions.

"you are very, what'z do ze english c'all it? leng?"

your eyes widened in amusement at the term used by poliakoff as you threw your head back in a chuckle, "oh merlin, you've been around the quidditch team too much. but thank you," you blushed.

poliakoff brushed stray hairs away from your face and held your cheek in one hand while the other was on your waist.

he leaned in and you closed the distance between to you.

the kiss was sloppy, like every other teenage kiss. poliakoff started trailing the hand that was on your waist upwards towards your chest.

you shifted slightly, finding it uncomfortable to be doing something like this in the middle of the common room.

you drew the line when poliakoff unzipped the back of your dress slightly.

"no, i don't want to," you shook your head and removed his hands off you.

"are you'z zeriouz?" poliakoff frowned at you.

"i'm not ready yet," you reached backwards zipped your dress back up.

"v'utever," poliakoff rolled his eyes and stood up.

"wait, poliakoff, we can go outside and just talk? or we could go back to the great hall?" you suggested.

"i'm going to bed'z" poliakoff shoved past draco who you did not notice had walked into the common room.

your eyes burned with tears from embarassment.

"go ahead malfoy," you sniffed and wiped yoru nose with the back of your hand.

"what?" draco asked, confused.

"go ahead, pick on me and get it over with because i truly can't be arsed to deal with anything else tonight," you buried your face in your hands.

"i wasn't going to say anything," draco mumbled as he sat next to you on the sofa, hesitantly offering you a handkerchief.

"thanks," you accepted his offer and wiped your nose with the soft cloth.

"he was an asshole anyway, poliakoff." draco said

"yea, he was," you scoffed out a chuckle, "d'y'know, he said you were glaring at him the whole night. what was that about?"

"was i? i think he was seeing things," draco nervously chuckled.

"right..." you eyed him suspiciously.

an awkward silence filled the room and draco was the one ot break it.

"you l-look, nice tonight," draco stuttered.

"if this is some stupid dare malfoy, it's quite childish," you looked around the common room, expecting crabbe and goyle to jump out from where they were hiding.

"it's not a dare. i'm serious."

"you're being too nice to me after being an absolute dickhead for the last four years, you can't blame me for being suspicious."

"i don't hate you y/l/n. i just, when we were in first year, you were so damn annoying. you were annoyingly adorable with your annoying laugh, and your annoyingly cute pigtails. you just bothered me so much that i don't know, i thought that being mean to you would make those feelings go away. then it started becoming a thing between the both of us so i continued to go along with it."

"so, malfoy, you were being mean to me because you had a little school boy crush on me?" you blinked hard, your tone as if you were mocking him.

"now y/l/n, no need to be a twat, i just told you i fancied you. be nice."

"you could've just told me you liked me in first year. i fancied you too." you shrugged.

"fancied or fancy?" draco teased.

"oh shove off," you nudged his shoulder, "fine. fancy okay? but you can't expect me to forgive you instantly for the past four years."

"i know. is a date to hogsmeade this sunday a good start?"

"it's a perfect start."

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Your closest friend Cedric knows about your little fascination over him, but that's it. No one else. You often find yourself staring at the side of his head in potions class or marveling at him from across the room in the great hall. Fear surrounds you and a blush creeps up on your cheeks whenever Cedric catches you staring at the boy. You always glance around, hoping no one else saw you longing for the bleach-blond boy. Just the thought of someone catching you peering at him has your blood running cold through your veins.

To some people, it was easy to talk to someone. To get to know them. To befriend them and eventually fall in love with them, but it wasn’t that easy for you. You wished it was. You know you wouldn’t survive the heartbreak. Your heart wouldn’t be able to be mended if it was broken into thousands of pieces.

You had closed yourself off to love. You refused to never fall in love again, but when you saw him for the first time, you knew you were screwed.

Today was Thursday. It was the last week before Christmas, and all of your classmates were buzzing with excitement and joy. Classes had been busy as professors were trying to get in last-minute quizzes and assignments before winter break began. You had woken up this morning to find an envelope slipped under your bedroom door. Your name had been written across it in beautiful cursive. You smiled to yourself as you gently opened the envelope to reveal a brief note inside.

Meet me in the astronomy tower tonight at 9. -D

D? Who could D be? If it was Cedric messing around with you, he was going to get it. You neatly folded the letter and set it on your dresser before making your way to the great hall for breakfast before classes started. Cedric had beat you down there, as he was already sitting at one of the tables talking to a cute Ravenclaw girl you recognized as Cho. As you made your way over to them, a group of Ravenclaw girls surrounded them, taking Cho with them and leaving Cedric there. When he caught a glimpse of you walking over, he smiled brightly.

“What was all of that about?” you asked as you sat down beside him and started filling your plate with eggs.

“I asked Cho to the Yule Ball, and she said yes.”

“That’s great, Cedric!” you beamed as you gave him a side hug.

“So when are you going to ask Malfoy?” Cedric teased you, causing you to choke on the water you were drinking. Your big eyes looked over at him as you pressed a finger to your lips.

“Shhh, keep it down, will you?”

“Oh, come on Y/N, just talk to him already.”

“Nope. No. Not going to happen.” You said, shaking your head as you took a bite of the eggs on your plate.

“Why not? What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“Oh, let's see, I could make a gigantic fool of myself and then he would tell his friends and then the entire school would find out and I’d be the biggest laughingstock this school has ever seen!”

“Okay, jeez, calm down.” You let out a breath of air before continuing.

“Were you the one who put that note under my door?” you ask him.

“Note under your door? What? No.” Cedric and you had been best friends since your first year at Hogwarts and you knew he would never lie to you. You slump in your seat, putting your elbow up on the table and resting your head in your hand. You let out a frustrated sigh as you tried to figure out who could have left it. “So are you going to tell me about this note or…” Cedric trailed off as he caught you looking towards Malfoy. “Hello? Earth to Y/N!” Cedric said, snapping his fingers in front of your face to gain your attention. You look at him, startled for a second, before a slight frown forms on your face.

“I was doing it again, wasn’t I?” Cedric shakes his head in agreement as he gives you an apologetic smile. He pats your shoulder gently before asking about the note again.

“So this note…?”

“Oh, right, this morning when I woke up I found an envelope with my name written on it that must have been slipped under the door the night before. When I opened it, there was a note inside saying to meet at the astronomy tower at 9.” You tell him.

“Well, who was it from?”

“That’s the thing,” you sigh. “I don’t know. The person who signed it only put D. There have to be at least a hundred students whose name starts with D.'' You exasperatedly tell Cedric as the bell rings, signaling that breakfast was over and classes started in 10 minutes. You and Cedric both stand up, grab your school bags and file out of the great hall to your charms class.

The day goes by slowly as you wonder who could have left you the mysterious note. Finally, you make it to your potions class. You spend most of the time daydreaming about a certain blonde boy as Cedric takes notes and pays attention to the both of you. With five minutes left until the end of class, Professor Slughorn allows you all to take amongst yourselves as he discusses grades with a few students. You and Cedric mingle a bit before you notice a Slytherin girl walking up to Draco. She has tall, slender legs and beautiful hazelnut hair that flows down her back. She looks beautiful standing next to him as she giggles and flirts with him. You know Draco isn’t yours, but you can’t help but feel a hint of jealousy as the girl playfully nudges his arm. From where you're seated, you can hear the girl talking to him, asking if he has a date yet to the Yule Ball. He smiles down at her and shakes his head no. You know what’s about to happen next. She’ll ask him and of course, he’ll say yes and they’ll go to the dance together and then they’ll start to like each other and begin dating and at that point, you’ll just have to be homeschooled as there was no way you could survive seeing the two of them together every day. Tears form in your eyes as the bell rings and you dash out of the room and up to your bedroom. You flop down onto your bed as you cry into your pillow. You stay there until dinner is over, Cedric coming to check in on you and bring you some leftovers he was able to sneak to you.

“Feeling any better?” he asks as he rubs your back as you finish the food.

“Yeah, I guess,” you murmur.

“Ya know what? I think you need to forget about Draco. You have another admirer who wants to see you in two hours, so let’s get you feeling confident.” Cedric tells you. He’s right. You know he’s right, but how are you supposed to move on from someone so easily? You take a deep breath before looking at Cedric and giving him a smile.

“You’re right. Let’s do this.”

In no time at all is eight and Cedric has to leave to go back to his own room.

“Before I go, just remember to be yourself, and don’t get caught,” he tells you with a laugh.

“Thanks, Cedric. What would I do without you?” You tell him with a smile before giving him a hug.

“I have no idea, just be grateful you have me,” he tells you. "I’ll see ya in the morning. Don’t forget to tell me how it goes!” With that, Cedric closes your bedroom door as you try your best to put some makeup on your face before heading out to the astronomy tower.

The corridors are dark as your wand lights the way for you up to the astronomy tower. As nervous as you are, you try to remind yourself that this is a good thing. When you reach the last step, you take a deep breath before opening the heavy wooden door. At first, you don’t see anyone in there before you spot a head of bleach blonde hair looking down and reading a book. As the door closes shut behind you, he looks up, placing the book down, and walks over to you. This must be a mistake or some kind of cruel joke. Your heart races as your palms get sweaty as you blink owlishly at the boy before you. Draco. You gulp as you squeak out a quick sorry before turning back to the door and opening it.

“Wait,” he calls out. You hesitantly turn back around to see his face flushed, lip trembling, almost as if he’s nervous. As if he’s nervous of you. “Wait, don’t go. I know we’ve never talked before and you probably don’t even know that I’m in Potions with you and you have no idea what my name is but…” he trails off, bringing up a hand to scratch nervously at the back of his neck as he looks down at his shoes.

“Draco,” you murmur as his head raises. “Your name is Draco.”