#slytherinxreader

a/n:: my own personal headcanons for draco! obvi you can think or feel however you want!

draco who shamelessly keeps a pack of hair ties in the potions classroom for you because you always forget to tie it up

"oh my gods, draco do you have a ha-" you'd groan out loud at your forgetfulness

"what color?" he'd hide the upturn of his lips, knowing he'd only bought apple green ones. it was on instinct; you look so good in green.

never catching an attitude, even when he is upset or annoyed with you.

"just please let one of us know next time you leave a party with someone." his eyebrows scrunched together.

"draco-" you'd sigh.

"we were worried, we couldn't find you. i just want to know you're safe." he'd shake his head, eyes watery from lack of sleep staying up waiting the night before.

"im sorry"

draco who lets you be yourself, with no judgement.

"granger sat next to me in the library! oh my god, she smelled so good. i think i'm in love, seriously." your head slamming down between your crossed arms in a huff.

"why don't you ask her on a date then?" he flipped the page he'd been reading, not even looking up.

"ugh, like she'd ever go out with me." you pout up at him.

"worst she can do is say no..." he'd finally look up, letting his head tilt a little while he thought. "or hex you. she scares me just a little."

getting fidgety with your affectionate touches, he swears you do it on purpose.

"can you stop moving?" you'd wiggle in your spot, exaggeratingly copying his movements.

"you're sitting on my lap, what do you expect me to do?" he'd grab at your hips to halt your wiggle.

"i don't know, let me be comfortable." you'd lean back against his chest with a slight huff. he'd immediately stop moving completely, even steadying his breath, in hopes you'd gain comfort and stay in his lap.

never letting you pay for anything for anything in shops.

"just a butterbeer please" you hadn't even looked at the shopkeeper, digging in your side bag for a coin.

"i got it" he'd place the payment on the counter faster than you'd even finished ordering.

draco who always stands off to the sidelines, watching your surroundings so you can enjoy yourself fully.

he noticed Cormac lingering behind you even after you had turned around and told him to piss off. "McLagen, go the fuck away."

"mate, come on. she looks so good, i just want to dance with her." Cormac would try to argue.

"she does look good, but not for you." he'd cross his arms and stand between you and the creep, cutting off his view of you without interrupting your own fun. you were completely oblivious to draco behind you now.

he can't stop the compliments from fumbling out of his mouth, no matter what you look like or where you were.

"you look ravishing, mon amour." he'd pass you a water bottle, smiling at your red skin and the hair stuck against it.

"i was just at practice. my hair is knotted and im sweaty, mon cher." you'd sneer at him, annoyed with your loss at a skirmish.

he'd smiled at your attempt to mock his pet name, but his heart would only swell "yes, i can see. you still look beautiful."

draco who can't, or rather doesn't care to, hide his feelings for you anymore.

"god, you're so in love with her, it's pathetic." blaise mocked him, watching him gaze at you reading a book across the room, none the wiser.

"oh please, its endearing and sweet." pansy would smile at him, patting his arm while his face rose into his own smile hearing you puff out a laugh at the page you were reading.

draco who finally confesses

"do you even realize how i feel about you?"

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, i'm in love with you. surely you've noticed."

"well i didn't want to assume-"

"my god, just please come on a date with me."

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YEAR ONE

By the end of the second month at Hogwarts, people had started expecting things from me. And they were not entirely good things. They mostly included explosions, arguments, and public irritation. Apparently, sharing one disastrous Potions lesson with Malfoy was enough to make my fellow first years behave as though I had become part of some ongoing entertainment. I had began to notice it at breakfast first. The way conversations dipped ever so slightly whenever I had entered the Great Hall. The way students looked between my house's table and the Slytherins whenever Malfoy walked in afterward. 

It was ridiculous, and somehow already exhausting. 

I wrapped my hand around my mug that held my Yorkshire tea, trying to ignore the dull ache that sat behind my eyes from the previous night, where I made the stupid decision to stay awake to finish my paperwork for transfiguration that wasn't due till next week, but who was I to wait until last minute? Across the room, there was a loud commotion that caused me to look up, only to see Malfoy and his goons enter the Great Hall the way he entered everything else- like space naturally belonged to him before anyone else arrived to occupy it. Several Slytherins immediately began to shift around at the table to make space, with him not even bothering to thank them. He just sat. Then, as if sensing my eyes on him, he lifted his own briefly across the Hall, directly towards me. I looked down immediately at the glass cup in hand that held my tea, Irritated for reasons I didn't care to elaborate on. 

~

Potions was worse. Not because of the class itself, but because of the anticipation of it. Students watched me closer now. Not openly, or at least not openly enough to be considered rude, but enough that I noticed whispers the second I walked into the dungeon. I ignored them and headed towards the workstation Draco and I had nearly exploded a few lessons back. Unfortunately for me though, he was already there. Because of course he was. He sat with one arm resting lazily against the desk, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. His textbook laid open in front of him, however he didn't appear to actually be reading it. The dungeon light caught strangely against his pale hair, turning it silver at the edges. It annoyed me instantly. 

His eyes flicked up the moment I approached. "Late," he said. I slowed in my tracks, looking at my grandmothers worn leather watch that sat on my right wrist."Class starts in seven minutes." I retorted. "You still look late" I rolled my eyes, placing my books down at the seat next to him. "And you look unpleasant" I responded evenly, taking my seat "yet here we both are". For one brief horrifying second, I let my eyes glance towards him, watching the corner of his mouth twitch. Not quite a smile, something more dangerous than that.

Amusement.

I decided immediately that I disliked seeing it.

Potions had began shortly after that, with the familiar scrape of chairs and Snape's cold voice drifting through the dungeon like some. "Today" he drawled "you will be attempting a sleeping draught. Though, judging by this class, permanent unconsciousness may already be preferable." No one laughed loudly enough to risk Snape's attention, however I could see the shake of the shoulders that belonged to the brown haired Slytherin boy that sat across from me as he chuckled quietly. I automatically reached for the dried lavender at the same moment Draco had reached for the knife, causing our hands to brush briefly. I quickly pulled mine back, not daring to look at him. However in my peripheral, I could see him glance at me once, but say nothing, which was somehow even stranger. 

Moving through the ingredients, I heard Draco mutter something about me crushing the Sopophorous bean incorrectly. Again. As I continued to mix I replied back with a quick "You've said that every lesson"

"Because every lesson you ignore me." "No, I hear you" I said calmly "I just simply disagree with you" I spoke, meeting his eyes where they slightly narrowed over the rim of the cauldron. "You're infuriating" He argued. "and you're repetitive" I shot back.

Across the table, the boys made a choking sound trying hard not to laugh, but Draco's attention snapped sharply towards them, enough to silence them instantly. I pretended not to notice the way people quieted around him when he looked annoyed, but I noticed anyhow. That was the problem with Draco, everything about him demanded to be noticed.

About halfway through class, Snape had swept past our workstation. I instinctively straightened my back slightly as he examined the potion, a quiet hum coming from his throat. Then there was a long pause, which made me rub my sweaty hands on my robes. "Remarkably" Snape started off, coldly "this is acceptable." I blinked once, snapping my gaze to Draco, who seemed personally offended by the wording. I watched as snakes gaze shifted between us, before he continued "Though, I imagine silence would improve it further." My cheeks reddened as the class snickered quietly, but I saw how Draco's Jaw tightened. I turned my attention back to the potion, watching the purple liquid swirl in the cauldron. 

"You know" Draco said under his breath after Snape had moved on, "most people find me difficult because they're intimidated." I adjusted the flame beneath the cauldron. "Have you considered there may be another reason?" I questioned gently. "That sounded more cleverer in your head." "probably," I replied. "it usually does."

This time, the laugh in front of us escaped fully before being strangled back into silence. Draco turned slowly towards me, and for the first time since meeting him, I noticed something unsettling. He wasn't just irritated anymore. He was paying attention. Real attention. He was focused enough that I could physically feel it. My stomach tightened unexpectedly, but not in fear. Something a tad bit more uncomfortable than fear. This was Awareness.

By the end of class, He and I had developed a system neither of us cared to acknowledge out loud. Draco handled ingredient preparation with irritating precision, since I allegedly always did it wrong, and I managed the timing, measurements, and temperature adjustments. And somehow, it worked. Deep down, I hated it. Students had began packing up their things as cauldrons cooled around the room. I slung my bag over my shoulder, Smiling over at Elowen while she waited for me at the door. I took one step toward her, before Draco had abruptly said 'We need rules.'

I turned on my heel, looking at him. "Rules?" "Yes," he responded shortly "If Snape insists on this arrangement." The expression on his face remained calm, but there was tension underneath it now. Controlled. Intentional. "No unnecessary conversation," He continued. "Don't touch my ingredients. And stop correcting me in front of other people." I stared at him for a moment.

"You exploded the potion"

"That was partially your fault"

"You grabbed the ingredients out of my hand"

"You were taking to long"

"You know, for someone demanding rules you seem remarkably bad at following them" I said. He looked at me flatly. "And for someone so quiet" He replied "You have an incredible tendency to become my problem."

The words landed oddly, too honest, too direct. Something shifted between me and him for a half second. Something I didn't understand quickly enough to look away from. So I did what I always did when things became too intense. I steadied myself. "fine" I said calmly. "One rule, then." Draco raised a dark eyebrow at me. "we survive potions" I said, turning again to face the door. "and otherwise we stay out of each other's way." 

I felt as he studied me, then heard him agree. It wasn't friendship, and it was by no means peace. But as I left the dungeon class room, locking arms with Elowen and skipping down the hall to our next class, I found myself uncomfortably aware of one fact I couldn't undo now.

Draco Malfoy was becoming part of my routine.

1. Draco Malfoy

Draco is literally the sibling who cries over spilled pumpkin juice.

You take the last of the cereal: "Are you trying to starve me?!"

Every tiny thing is a full-blown disaster. Got a higher grade than him? "You’re sabotaging me!"

He’s always snitching to your parents: "Father will hear about this... and so will mother, the house-elf, and probably the entire Wizarding World."

You can’t even argue with him because he ends every fight with, "It’s because I’m the older one!."

You: "Draco, it’s literally just socks."

Draco (clutching his pearls): "You wouldn’t understand!"

2. Theodore Nott

Theo never argues, but you’ll suddenly get in trouble for things you didn’t even know he noticed.

You: "How did mom find out I skipped Potions?"

Theo (smirking while reading a book): "Don’t know. Must be magic."

He’s also the king of saying nothing but judging everything.

You: "Do you ever clean up after yourself?"

Theo (with a shrug): "Do you?"

When you try to argue, he just gives you a single eyebrow raise and goes back to his book like you're not worth the oxygen.

3. Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo is the sibling who wakes you up at 3 a.m. with: "Let’s duel, right now."

He’s constantly getting you into trouble and laughing while you suffer.

You (dodging hexes): "Can you calm down?!"

Mattheo (grinning like a maniac): "Nah, this is fun!"

If something breaks, it’s 100% his fault, but somehow, you get blamed.

You: "Mum’s gonna kill us!"

Mattheo: "You mean, you. I’m innocent."

He lives for chaos and will start fights just to see how mad you’ll get. "Bet you can’t throw a better hex than me."

4. Blaise Zabini

Blaise acts like nothing in the world bothers him, but somehow you always end up doing his chores.

You: "Why am I cleaning your room?"

Blaise: "Because you love me. And also, I bribed you with chocolate frogs."

He never panics—even when everything is falling apart.

You (freaking out): "Mum is going to flip out when she sees this mess!"

Blaise (not even looking up): "Nah, that's a you problem.'"

He’s also impossible to prank.

You (trying to hex his shoes): "Why aren’t you reacting?!"

Blaise (yawning): "Because I saw this coming an hour ago."

5. Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo is that sibling who can be half asleep, totally unprepared, but still smarter than you.

You: "Did you study for the test?"

Lorenzo (yawning): "What test?"

Yet somehow, he always aces it. It’s actually infuriating.

You (gritting your teeth): "How do you keep getting top marks?"

Lorenzo (shrugging): "Dunno. Gifted, I guess."

He also never gets up on time, and you end up dragging him everywhere while he’s still half asleep.

You (knocking on his door): "We’re late!"

Lorenzo (muffled): "We’ll be on time… eventually."

6. Pansy Parkinson

Pansy’s the sibling who’s always borrowing (aka stealing) your clothes and claiming they look better on her.

You: "Is that my sweater?"

Pansy: "Yes, but let’s be honest, I pull it off way better."

She’ll also sass her way out of every chore and somehow get away with it.

Mum: "Pansy, why aren’t you cleaning?"

Pansy (smiling): "Because I’m delicate and chores are bad for my complexion."

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Year One

By the second week at Hogwarts, exhaustion started to settle over like a thick fog. Excitement of moving staircases and floating candles had dulled beneath the early mornings, nearly impossible schedules, and the never ending stacks of parchment. Breakfast became quieter, as students drifted into the great hall half awake, with their ties crooked. I tried hard not to think of my potions essay that sat unfinished in my satchel, stuffing the last bite of the pumpkin pastry in my mouth as I jumped to my feet. I had spent a good majority of my night cooped up in my dormitory, writing over half of my assignment that was due by the end of next week. The only reason it wasn't finished, is because I was helping a fellow classmate with her charms, otherwise it would already be done, as I've never been the type for procrastination. 

I slowly trudged my way to the door of potions, already so excited for snapes exhilarating lesson. Not. Just the way he speaks could easily put me into a slumber. Potions was always worse than charms, in my personal opinion.

The dungeon classroom smelt faintly of smoke, crushed herbs, and something slightly bitter that I couldn't quite put my finger on. The stone walls make everything echo slightly, and the low lighting turned everyone pale in a strange way. Worst of all, it was another class he unfortunately attended as well.

Professor Snape stood at the front of the class, demanding we students sit down as they entered. I slipped into the seat of an empty workstation near the middle of the classroom, setting my books down quietly. I smile softly to myself, unaware of whirlwind Snape was about to present me with. 

"Not" he started, walking up to the table I sat at, "there Miss.Calloway. You will be seated with Mr.Malfoy" He boomed, as my head snapped up looking at him with wild eyes. The room stills, all chatter silences, except for the person, somewhere on the far left of the class who makes a sound that sounds suspiciously like sympathy. I turn my head to the back righthand corner, to see Draco already observing me. 

That, was another thing I had learned by my second week here. Draco Malfoy is always watching for weakness. Not openly, sometimes not even obviously. But I noticed. The way his attention sharpens whenever someone stumbles on an answer, or flushes under the pressure. Almost like he is cataloguing reactions for later use. I decided early on that giving him one would be a mistake.

"Professor..." I begin carefully, before being cut off "Surely" Snape snaps "two students so eager to offer commentary in other classes can manage to work together". I hear a slight creek from a chair, before Draco mutters "this should be painful".

Sighing, I gathered my books, got up from my seat, and walked over to Malfoy's table, where he was sat with a dark skinned boy, and another fair skinned one with curly brown hair. 

"if we're lucky" I rebuttal, dropping my books next to him "You'll survive it". I turn to watch Draco's eyes narrow at me.

hm... interesting.

~

The assignment should have been simple.

A basic Shrinking Solution. Precise measurements. Controlled heat. Minimal wandwork. 

Instead, within ten minutes, it became a mess. Between Draco criticizing the way I cut ingredients, and the way I have been quietly rearranging everything he's measured incorrectly, we were heading towards failure on our first true potion. 

"You're holding the knife wrong" Draco criticized, as he goes in to our WAY to much valerian root. "Draco, you bloke, that's like twice the amount you need" I argued, reaching to grab it from his hands. "Is not" "It IS" I yelled back. I look up at him, just in time to catch him rolling his eyes at me. "I know how to brew a basic potion, Calloway" he said, hissing my name as if it was poison on his lips. I return my eyes to the cauldren mumbling a quiet "then this must be embarrassing for you." however, it seemed to catch the brown headed Slytherin as I heard a low chuckle. I looked at him through my lashes, receiving a small smile in which I returned to him. 

"You do enjoy talking" Draco replied quietly. "No" I corrected. "I enjoy accuracy. You just keep giving me opportunities to practice". I then go to reach for the crushed sopophorus bean container, unaware that Draco was doing it as well. His hand knocked into mine hard enough that the ingredient jar drops and rolls off the desk, causing powder to burst across the workstation. The potion hisses violently.. then just as quickly, explodes. 

I let out a loud yelp as I jump backwards, with students and the Slytherins across the table in suite. Draco continue to stares in disbelief as the bubbling potion begins to splatter across the table. Snapes voice then cuts through the chaos in an instant.

"ENOUGH"

Silence crashes through the dungeon. I let out a small cough, waving the smoke from my face as I meet Dracos eyes. He looks equally as irritated as our professor, and somehow, slightly impressed despite himself.

Snape sweeps towards me, his black robes snapping sharply behind him. "One would think" He states coldly, "that between the two of you there might exist a single functioning brain". I don't speak, as his gaze sweeps from me to Draco. I look down at my boots as he continues "Since you are both apparently incapable of behaving separately, you will continue sharing a workstation for the remainder of the term."

The class reacts immediately around us, as I snap my gaze up to Malfoy who, honestly, looks horrified to even think about being in my presence for that long. "Perhaps, proximity will improve your discipline" Snape adds, almost cruelly, as I take a long deep breath. 

~

As the lesson ends, students file out whispering softly among themselves. I quickly gathered up my stuff, wiping potion residue from my books with my sleeve. unbeknownst to me, Draco watches me from the other side of the table a second too long

Year One

Chapter One : The Girl in Hufflepuff Yellow

Chapter Two : Something He Can't Ignore

Chapter Three : A Seat Beside Him

a/n:: my own personal headcanons for our boy draco! obvi you can think or feel however you want!

draco would greet you with a sarcastic smile or wave. not condescending, just overly joyous.

"Hey! Hello! HI! Y/N! HI!" hand flailing and all.

obnoxiously touching you (at anyyy chance)

knocking knees on purpose, brushing his shoulders against you when he has to reach for something. CALLING YOU SMALL SO HE CAN COMPARE HAND SIZES!!!

he loves nothing more than meanly flirting with you.

"You're so fucking annoying, its cute."

he thinks you look so attractive when you're irritated (literally eggs you on so you'll get riled up)

"Ew, why are you wearing red?"

"Malfoy! I'm not changing again!" you'd furrow your eyes at him, clearly annoyed.

"You look better in green, please. I cannot be seen anywhere near you in this dress."

"Good! I'll avoid you all night, no problem." you'd turn your back on him, only making his grin grow bigger.

"It's a problem for me."

he loves all the attention you get (from guys and girls) it makes his heart swell with pride knowing everyone else sees you as he does.

"Damn, y/n looks good even in red." blaise would say, leaned against a wall in the common room while a party ensues.

"Of course she does"

while he's been propositioned by girls in the past, he never hesitates to brush them off and decline. he couldn't imagine anyone ever captivating him like you do.

"Why don't you walk me back to m-"

"Huh?" he literally didn't hear her, focusing on the giggles you're letting out ten feet away from him.

"Wanna go back to my roo-"

"No" without even turning his head to see who asked.

he helps you with your books after shared classes only to hold them over his head so he can look down at you struggling to reach them.

"You fucking beanpole, give them back!" you'd bounce on the balls of your feet, resting one hand on his shoulder hoping to reach higher.

"Why would I do that when you look so cute all mad?"

he purposefully cuts you off in group conversations just to watch you puff your cheeks and huff.

"Like, what the fuck? He gave me an E! An E! I deserved at least-"

"Do you want a biscuit? There's one left."

"No, Draco. Don't inter-"

"Are you sure? It's the last one."

"Draco, shut up!"

he calls you pet names because he knows it annoys you and likes that you say them back, thinking it annoys him too.

"Hey, mon amour."

"Good morning, mon cher." you'd roll your eyes while he grinned.

he catches you looking at him with a glint in your eye but ignores it because he knows if you noticed that he noticed, you'd stop. (though he would love to see you embarrassed over being caught)

he tries to drop hints, hoping you'd catch on, but you never do. leaving him annoyed with himself for not sucking it up and fully committing to asking you out.

"I feel like going to Hogsmeade, maybe getting a butterbeer."

"We can see if anyone else wants to go when they get back from the library."

"Mm but they might be a while. You and I can just go, together."

"Well, I wouldn't want them to feel left out."

i love imagining draco as a friend thats obviously a dick to outsiders but begggggssss to be included in stuff so he wont miss anything fun

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pairing:: oblivious!nice!draco x slytherin!reader

summary:: you had shared potions with draco since first year but he doesnt notice you until sixth word count:: 731 a/n:: no voldemort so no oncoming war! dracos just a dumb dumb and oblivious. no use of y/n!

Stress burrowed its way into your brows as you stepped into Slughorns NEWT potions class. You scored an O on your OWLs and only feared the amount of work you'll have to put into the next exams. Ranking high in your year has always been important, not only to you but your parents as well. The thought alone is enough to settle a hunch on your shoulders. 

You at least felt good about being able to pick the table directly in the middle row, as not all the students had arrived yet. Slughorn was drowning on his greetings from his podium as the room filled. By the time your advanced potions book was situated perfectly center in front of you most spots had been taken besides the one left empty at your table.

When you felt the stool move back as the professor started his introduction it didn't even interest you to see who you’d be stuck with. It had never mattered in the past, you'd even lucked out with lab partners, most people adjoining themselves to their friends. It wasn't until Slughorn finished his speech that you'd taken the time to check what other sixth years had made it into the course. Only a few you could place names on; Harry potter (of course) and his red-haired friend. While most Slytherins had a vendetta against the young wizard he’d only ever been kind to you, so you sent him a smile that he returned with an awkward wave.

“Are you friends with Potter?” The voice came from your side, held a curious tone and sent pinpricks across your skin.

“No, actually. Just being kind.” You didn't take the time to look, you barely recognized the voice and it's not like you had real friends. Especially none that would be in this class with you.

“You're a Slytherin?”

That caught your attention. Six years at Hogwarts and it still surprised people that you could be naturally nice, it was almost aggravating. While most Slytherins dove straight into the stereotypes and embraced them, you never found the time. It took effort to be rude and even more effort to be a typical Slytherin bully.

“Mm” You hummed, finally turning to face the person. “As are you, Malfoy.”

His head tilted the slightest and his lips tugged loosely at the ends. He thought it was cute you’d still be kind while also being a little condescending.

“Are you new?” His pale eyebrows furrowed a little. He genuinely has never seen you before, at least he didn't think he had.

“Nope.” You let it fall from your mouth in the same tone as before, “I sat behind you in potions the last five years, actually.” It wasn't unusual for most students to be unaware of your presence. You'd flown under the radar most years, avoiding drama and parties. You'd spent time studying and reading for fun more than you did conversing amongst everyone else.

His brows only furrowed deeper, “Surely I'd remember that.” You could practically hear the gears screeching as they spun in his head, “Wait,” he snapped his fingers and smiled. If you looked close enough you could see the small dimple that adorned his cheek cutely. “You beat out Granger for, like, every potion assignment. Snape loved you.”

His statement brought your mood up just a bit as you smiled at him, bringing your hands together in your lap.

“Good to know my intelligence precedes me.”

His smile never faltered as he chuckled. “I can't believe we’ve never interacted before” His hair fell to the sides as he shook his head, almost in disbelief. 

Slughorn gained attention of the class again and before you knew it you had your first homework assignment at the top of your mental list while packing up your bag.

Draco tapped two fingers on the table in front of you, smiling when you looked up at him with a hum.

“I’ll see you at lunch?” He questioned, “I sit at the end closest to the professors table.” He made it sound like an invitation and you nodded your head quicker than you'd ever admit. His smile only grew at your response as he nodded back.