"What was I supposed to do, you know I can't be seen with you!" Draco argues.
"You were just fine before you found out about my blood line! Why does it even matter to you?!"
"Of course it matters (name), I can't risk my reputation like that"
"How could I have been so stupid as to trust you? To help you? To tell you everything and how do you repay me? You cast me aside because the blood that runs through the veins of a person who truly cares about you isn't good enough!!!" I glare into his cold eyes, wishing he would just die! Only, I know I would morn him... That stupid brat. I swat away tears that escape my eyes. I'm supposed to be pissed damn it!
"Don't be so melodramatic" the blonde replies.
"I think I have earned my right to melodrama! Have you ever though about why I've always been there when you're at your worst? I'm always there when you need to cry. I'm always there to help you in your low times and smile at
(Draco Malfoy x Reader)
(Author’s note: This is part two of my story “Getting Even”. I hope you enjoy it !)
You couldn’t help but feel somewhat wary as you descended the stairs, trying your best to be quiet. You held your shoes in your hands as you crept into the common-room. Four Slytherins awaited you. One was a girl with short-cut black hair and a permanent scowl plastered on her face. Her eyes darkened as she saw you. Then there was a sly-looking blond that you knew all too well. Draco smirked and jerked his chin at you as you approached them. He was flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. Their stupid expressions were nearly identical. You knew that this had to be either Draco or Pansy’s idea. And since you were invited along, you doubted it was Pansy.
“Good. Now we’re all here,” Draco said. You yawned and ran your fingers th