Draco Malfoy x Male!Gryffindor!Reader

There is a scene where I looked up the script, so please don’t yell at me for it. I warned you now, there is a scene with what was really said. I guess in a way it’s a bit copyrighted.

It’s your third year in Hogwarts, you were sorted into Gryffindor. You were a pureblood wizard. Your line of ancestors were all married to wizards or witches, It wasn’t because your family hated muggles, your ancestors just fell in love with their school crushes. You were close friends of the ‘Golden Trio’, and the Weasley Twins. You were known as the ‘Most Intellectual Male Student’ or the ‘Most Talented Male Student.’ and so much more. Basically, you were the nerd, who was every teacher’s pet.

You studied day and night, for fun and for the learning experience. Most of the school were surprised you weren’t a Ravenclaw. Yet, you stood up for yourself when someone tried to bring you down. You were often going to places others wouldn’t have gone alone. For example, you liked to sit by the Black Lake, and the edge of the Forbidden Forest. You also often spoke with Moaning Myrtle in the girl's bathroom, when you knew she was getting lonely.

You were friends with everyone. Well everyone except Malfoy and his friends. No matter how nice you were to them, they were so horrible to you. Especially Malfoy, he would pick on you for fun. He’d called you a mudblood once, as a response you laughed. Malfoy was confused when you laughed that is until you told him you were pureblood. This all happened in first year, now imagine what it was like for you know.

“Hey (Last Name)!” Malfoy shouted your name across the hallway. You turn around, “Yes, Malfoy?” You respond in the most polite way possible. Malfoy comes up to you and shoves you to the side, to a secluded area. “Are you going to hit me?” You question, with no ounce of fear going through you. Malfoy snarls and attempted to jinx you. Keyword attempted. You used wandless and speechless magic to block his spell. “It’s good to practice, however practicing on a student isn’t the right thing to do. If I were a prefect I’d take away ten points from Slytherin.” You pretended to think, “Oh I am a prefect! Ten points from Slytherin for misuse of magic.”

You went to turn and leave for the library, that is until Malfoy caught your wrist. His wand at your throat. “I don’t see how you can be so calm… It’s sickening.” Malfoy glared and snarled at you. “Simple, it’s called bravery.” With that, you forced your hand away and left to the library.

Upon your arrival, you had greeted Madame Pince with a smile and an apple. Unlike how she normally treated everyone, she was kind to you. You tended to have conversations, actually interested and excited about your conversations. She was very intelligent. Anyway, you came here to study with Hermione.

“Hermione?” You call out to her softly. “Over here!” Hermione whisper yelled. “For Defense the Dark Arts, do you suppose Professor Lupin will be teaching again?” You ask. “Well, I think so.” After some time you and Hermione were conversing about your studies and absurdness of the time turner. You had to go to DADA. Just like Hermione you had paperwork set out to do multiple classes since first year. You liked the studies and weren’t tired out when it came down to time. You loved every subject, you were an advance student after all.

You arrive at Defense Against the Dark Arts, seeing Professor Lupin. “Ah, Professor, glad to see you again. How was your sick day?” You ask politely. Between you and Professor Lupin, you knew about him being a werewolf. At the time he was ashamed, very ashamed, but you smiled it off saying you didn’t care and cared for him just the same. It was often you’d help make wolfsbane. “Ah, I’m quite alright now, although I’m running low on Wolfsbane. Could you help me obtain more?” Professor Lupin asks. “Of course, it would be my pleasure!” You smile getting ready for class.

Professor Lupin gestures to the shaking wardrobe, “Intriguing, yes? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?” Professor here’s Seamus respond first, “That's a Boggart, that is.” Professor Lupin nods, “Very good, Mr. Finnigan. Can anyone tell us what a Boggart looks like?” You were about to intervene, yet Hermione got to it first, “No one knows, Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears most. That's what makes it so.” Hermione gets cut off by Professor Lupin shortly after.

“Terrifying, yes. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart. Let's practice it now, shall we? Without wands, please... Riddikulus!” Professor makes a wand gesture for the class to follow, “Riddikulus!” Each student repeats. Although you here loud and clear Malfoy respond negatively, “It's this class that's ridiculous.” You looked at him glare slightly and once again pay attention to the task at hand. You, however, didn’t notice Malfoy looking at you, with a smirk. Having known he got you even just a little annoyed.

“Good. So much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a Boggart off is... laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing. (Name), come up here, will you?” Professor Lupin points at you. “What would you say is the thing that frightens you most?” Professor Lupin whispers the question to you. “You’ll see it for yourself, Professor.” You respond, albeit glumly. “Well whatever it is, think of something you find funny, you must picture it clearly. Once you have the thought, say Riddikulus.” You nod shortly, letting him know you understood.

“On the count to three, one… Two… Three!” Professor Lupin opens the door and out comes your worst nightmare… Your family… “You call yourself a Gryffindor! Afraid of your own family! You're a disgrace to us all! You shouldn’t have been born!” Your mother shouts. “You are no son of mine. You are no son of anyone. You don’t deserve to be anywhere, you stupid child. I should give you more of those beatings you oh so much deserve.” You father steps in. Soon your older and more loved brother shows himself. “You should die, your worthless piece of crap, nothing to the world we live in. We should just dump you to the graveyard!” During this whole ordeal, you watched your family yell and scream at you. All at once.

You lift up your wand, “Riddikulus!” The scene then changes to bunnies wearing tutus standing on a balloon. Not really funny, but it was pretty cute. “Excuse me, Professor… I’m going out for a moment.” With that, you ran out the room. You no longer could hold your tears in. Every single scar, bruise, scratch, or mark, started to burn and hurt. All the memories of each thing they had done were slowly drowning you.

“(Last Name)!” You heard a familiar shout. You turned to see Malfoy running towards you. “What? Are you going to tease me now?” You look away about to run. Malfoy stops you, holding your wrists delicately like you were made of porcelain. “(Name), are you alright?” Malfoy, for the first time, called you by your name. And it was kind and gentle on top of that. “Y-you called me by my name…” You look down, not meeting his eyes.

No one knew this, but you secretly liked Malfoy. You just hadn’t admitted it. “Well… I didn’t know you lived like that.... I…. I-i’m sorry…” This caused you to make eye contact and made your eyes widen. ‘He’s apologizing?!?!’ You couldn’t help, but bluntly say. “Why?” It just came out. “Why do you bully me?” ‘Stop it.’ “Are you only saying this for fun?” ‘(Name)’ “Do you find my torture hilarious?” ‘You’re falling down.’ “I don’t apprecia-mfph!” You were cut off by a kiss. Your eyes widened, yet slowly closed. You melted… But you didn’t care. You kissed back fiercely.

Draco pulls away. “Ah, sorry.” Draco was about to let you go, but… “I like you a lot Draco. I have for a really long time.” You blurt, soon realizing what you said. You blushed, meantime. “Well, then let’s kick it up a notch.” With a smirk, he picked you up and rushed out of there.

Let’s just say your bottom, had been hurting for weeks.