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Hogwarts was like no other school there was. While yes, there were other wizarding schools, they each had their own charm to them. The school Y/n had gone to, Ilvermorny, was much different from Hogwarts. There were four houses, like Hogwarts had, but the houses were different, and the sorting ceremonies were nothing like each other. Y/n would argue to say that Iivermorny's was more extra, and definitely would have been more embarrassing if it wasn't for the fact that Y/n had to be sorted along with the first years when she was in her third year, at Hogwarts.
She ended up in Slytherin, which she was not much surprised by. The only thing about being in that house that she found less favorable was the reputation that her housemates had given it. She could not help but notice how many kids avoided her in the halls, and how everyone seemed to be so social with each other, and not her or her house mates. She learned quickly that being a Slytherin gave her an unspoken power in the school. The power to scare the shit out of younger years with nothing but a look, no matter the intent of said look.
"I don't know how you all are unphased by it. The looks we get from the other houses," She sighed as she leaned her head on her hand, sitting in the common room with some of her housemates: Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Even within her own house, a lot of the students strayed away from her. Either from judgement, or from freight. Again, she did not like it, but that's what happens when you are known to have been expelled from another school, and no one knows why. Their minds wander, and usually come up with horrible theories.
"You get looks from ours as well, don't you?" Pansy asked, looking around the common room to the other Slytherins, some looking towards the group, mostly Y/n.
"The bloody hell did you get expelled for, anyway?" Draco's words slid off his tongue beautifully, Y/n thought. When she came to Hogwarts, he was one of the first students she had encountered, and his accent seemed to pop out to her more than the other students. She always paid extra close attention to anything he said but made sure to not make that fact obvious.
"Long story short," Y/n started, Draco paying close attention to the way she spoke. While Y/n focused more when Draco spoke than anyone else, Draco hung on every word that left her lips as well. It was a mutual thing, though neither of them knew that, that they could not get enough of each other's voices. "I got into a ton of fights,"
Draco imagined the smaller girl getting in fights. He felt the urge to protect her, imagining her having a busted lip or a large bruise on her jaw.
"What's the worst shape you've been in?" He said smoothly, hoping she had not been too hurt during her brawls. Y/n tapped the end of her nose with her pointer finger, smiling slightly.
"Someone broke my nose once. I broke theirs right back, of course, but that sure was not pleasant," She hummed, then turned her body towards Draco- they were sitting on the same couch- and moved her hair from her neck, craning her head upwards. "Got a nasty punch to the jaw once as well, chipped it. There's a bit missing if you look," Her eyes closed as to not look at Draco when she motioned him closer, to look at the small dent in her jaw. He was nervous to get too close to her, scooting slightly on the cushion where he sat, her scent seeming to surround him as he did so.
She was right, he noticed as he neared, that there was a small give in her jaw, and the others soon saw it as well as they moved from their spots to look at it. He did not like the sights of Crabbe and Goyle being so close to her face, and refused to back away, pretending to be extra interested in the missing bit of bone. He did not have to pretend much, as he did find it to be an interesting quirk about her. He moved back when the two males made their ways back to their seats.
"The worst I've been in was a cat fight," Pansy smiled as she made a "rawr" motion with one of her well-manicured hands. "A few scratches on my arms, but that's the worst of it," Y/n laughed a small, but appealing laugh, shaking her head like she could not believe what Pansy was saying. Draco felt the need to share his fight stories, or rather, story.
"I usually only get in arguments, but the Weasley boy did try to hex me last year, with slugs, but got himself instead," He smiled, and Y/n smiled in return as she laughed.
"Got himself?"
"Right," Draco thought, "She wasn't here last year," Though she had only been at the school for a few months, it seemed like it had been longer, so remembering she hadn't been at the school for so many things was a bit difficult.
"Broke his wand before he even reached the school first day," The blonde responded, smiling stupidly as the girl laughed. She could not help but laugh at a lot of the things he said, and felt stupid for it, like some giggling schoolgirl. She constantly had to remind herself that she basically was a giggling schoolgirl, so beating herself up for sounding like one was pointless. Still, she could not help it around Draco.
"An unlucky, stupid, bugger," Pansy said as she shook her head, and Y/n threw a pillow at the girl as she laughed. Pansy threw it back, hitting Y/n and making her fall into Draco. Y/n pulled the pillow from her face, looking upside down at the blonde, who gaped at her for a moment.
"You're comfortable. Mind if I stay here?" She asked, smiling up at him. He was not sure if he should let her, since he was so nervous when it came to her yet could not bring himself to tell her no. A part of him wanted her to stay there.
"Don't make it weird," He mumbled, trying to keep up his confident act. She nodded, throwing the pillow at Pansy, then shifting to lay more properly, using Draco's lap as a pillow.
"What time is it?" Y/n asked, resting her hand on Draco's leg, making him sit up a bit more properly. He tried not to focus on the girl who was laying on his lap, but it was difficult. Y/n was enjoying every second of being laid on the boy, and her head felt light. It took an effort just to keep conversation going. She couldn't focus.
"Midnight. I should get my beauty sleep," Pansy dramatically yawned, standing from her seat as she stretched.
"When was the last time you got that?" Goyle said cheekily, Crabbe laughing dumbly in response. Pansy glared at the two, walking away, flipping them the bird as she went.
"Be nice to the girl, dumb and dumber," Y/n nagged, closing her eyes and sighing heavily.
"Is that a muggle thing?" Draco thought. Some of Y/n's family collected muggle things and there were some muggles in her family. She herself was a pureblood, but she could not say the same for all of her family.
"Just go, you blokes. You have tests tomorrow," Draco mumbled, his hand absentmindedly resting on his leg, which had Y/n's hair spread across it. He noticed how soft it was and tried to not make it noticeable that he was playing with it.
"You two don't?" Crabbe stood as he spoke, Goyle following close behind.
"I don't," The blonde looked down at the girl expectantly, but her eyes were closed, so she didn't see it.
"Nope," She whispered, seeming to be in her own world. Draco looked back up to see the other two had already left, not waiting for the girl's response. Y/n hummed softly, and placed one of her hands on Draco's wrist, the one that was playing with her hair.
"Sorry," She would not let him move his hand when he tried, groaning in dissatisfaction at the lost touch when the hand was slightly away. He nearly choked on his own spit.
"It's nice," Y/n was not sure what she was doing. Laying on Draco Malfoy's lap, telling him to not stop playing with her hair. Her face was burning, but she weirdly did not feel nervous. Just the desire to keep that moment going for as long as she could.
His hand returned to her hair, more boldly this time, his fingers running through her locks, slightly tugging when there were knots.
"Your accent is really nice. I don't know if I've told you that," Y/n mumbled, smiling softly.
"It's the same as everyone else's here," Draco moved some hair behind her ear.
"It different with you. Better than the others," His pale cheeks reddened. She slowly sat up, and his hand retreated to himself as she did so. Y/n turned to him, her e/c eyes looking into his icy grey ones. she reached her hand out to grab his, lifting it up. "You can keep playing with my hair, I don't mind,"
Draco looked around the room, thinking that they were too close to be publicly seen, but there was no one else in the common room at that point. He was nervous, and he was never nervous about girls. When Y/n noticed he was not reaching out to play with her hair, she reached out to play with his instead.
"I hope you don't mind, your hair always looks so soft," She smiled slightly, her fingers going through his bleach blonde hair. He let her do it, agreeing with her that someone's hands in your hair did feel nice. He closed his eyes, unintentionally leaning more into her hand, and sighed. He heard her suck in a breath that she did not release for a few seconds longer than normal.
"You know," He started, the words coming out before he really thought about it, "I'm rather fond of your accent as well,"
"Really?" Y/n hummed softly.
"Yeah, I can't get enough of it," Draco's head knocked back, and it seemed like he completely forgot about his nerves, only focusing on the feeling of the girl's hands going through his hair. He would have heard her starting to breathe heavily if he was paying attention, but he wasn't.
"Does he not know what he's doing?" Y/n felt a shiver go down her spine, and she bit her lip.
"Draco..."
"Hm?" He didn't lift his head, nor did he open his eyes. Y/n removed a hand from his hair and placed it on his jaw, making him shoot his head up, his eyes widening slightly. From him raising his head, their faces were near each other, so close that they could feel each other's breath fanning their face.
"I... Hang on every word you say. Your accent is mesmerizing," Draco held his breath. Her voice was breathy, making it even more attractive to Draco. He instinctively placed a hand on her waist as she got closer, helping her keep balance over him. He could barely register what was happening, only knew that he was more than okay with it continuing. "it's almost a shame to keep your mouth busy," In a moment, their lips were pressed to each other.
The two tried to get as much of each other as they could, desperately pulling at the others clothing. Not trying to pull it off, just trying to get closer, and press their bodies together harder. It didn't last too long, though, and the two pulled apart, panting. Y/n ran her thumb over his bottom lip, longing to keep kissing him, but resisted.
"We... Should go to bed," She mumbled, but obviously not really wanting it. Draco groaned, letting his head fall back. Y/n bit her lip. It was hot when he did that, in her opinion.
"You're right," Draco breathed, sitting up as Y/n climbed off of him. She sat in place, running her hand through her hair, before looking over to Draco.
"That won't be a one-time thing, will it?" She asked in a quiet voice, almost scared sounding. Draco leaned over, pressing a kiss to her temple, then giving her a quick peck on the lips.
"Of course not." a beat was missed before Y/n spoke again.
"Be mine?" She smiled sheepishly, making Draco smile.
"Of course."