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draco malfoy fanfic

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pairing: draco malfoy x reader genre: realty shifting, romance, clownshit plot: you were trying shifting realities for laughs when you end up trapped in harry potter universe with draco malfoy as your companion a/n: I am literally writing this for myself, and i love every second. i can’t wait for the next parts! hope y’all like it! <3 also this gif for part two lmao, imagine a little ghost you following behind him in complete sports merchwear <3

“I saw Cedric Diggory,” you told Draco as soon as he entered the room. You had been sitting there all afternoon waiting for him to return. You were about to explode waiting for him. Waiting to tell him what you knew, waiting to ask him questions, and waiting to come up with a plan to stop this horrible war before it even began.

“Well done,” Draco answered dryly. Your eyes followed him as he took off his robes, and walked across the room to his study table. He continued, sarcasitc and uninterested, “You have eyes, you can see. A great observation, muggle.”

“Draco,” you warned your voice heavy making him turn towards you. He sighed as he walked over, bringing out his enchanted little basket. He pulled out dinner for the both of you before settling on the armchair.

He didn’t say anything as he picked up his spoon. He rose an eyebrow a silent command for you to say whatever you were dying to.

A week ago, Draco and you had agreed to one hour of free walking time. You could leave the dorm on your own, and walk around the back entrance of the dungeon that was a well-kept secret that only the elite knew.

Lucky for the both of you, Draco Malfoy was the Prince of Slytherin.

So, as you sneaked out to your daily walk earlier today, you had hoped for the same emptiness. The same quiet mountains, the same whispering trees, and the same cold river water that you dipped your feet into. However, today was not the same.

You were almost out in the open when you heard laughter from the forest. It was too close to the opening, so you hid behind a boulder before peeking over to see who it was. You knew that the invisible potion and dark robe would be enough, but you still had to be careful.

However, when you saw a group of boys, you couldn’t move. Especially when your eyes landed on the boy who looked like sunshine trapped in a human boy. He laughed at something his friend said, and you watched him in his Hufflepuff jumper.

He was laughing. He was happy. He was alive.

You didn’t stay any longer. You rushed back to Draco’s dorm, your mind spinning with thoughts and questions, as you waited for Draco to come back.

“Cedric Diggory is alive,” you said the words, the dinner plate left untouched.

Draco stopped the spoon halfway, before staring at you confused, “Yes, he is.”

“He dies,” you tell Draco. His throat bobs nervously, but he masks it with confusion as he puts the plate down, giving you all his attention.

“Everybody dies,” he feigned disinterest. He pretended as if he doesn’t care what this bit of information meant. But you could see his face, you could see his eyes burning with curiosity as he leaned in closer.

“His death marks his He return.” You didn’t have to Draco who He is, he understood from the darkness in your voice. “But I don’t understand what is happening.”

You look at Draco, convinced that this was not Draco from the Goblet of Fire. This was certainly the last three movies Draco Malfoy, but the Goblet of Fire had not happened yet.

“He hasn’t returned yet, right?”

Draco shook his head, his brows furrowed in deep thought.

“Has the chamber of secrets been open?”

Draco nodded his head, “Three years ago.”

You groaned as you frustratedly ran your hands through your hair, “I don’t understand.”

This was Goblet of the Fire. The fire at the Qudditch World Cup, the dark lords sign. This was it, but why is it happening so late? What was wrong with the timeline?

“Has the Tri-lympics happened yet?” You asked your mind about to explode.

“No, but it’s meant to happen in a few months,” Draco answered, his voice serious. “The other schools will come in three months.”

“It happens on the last event of the games, Cedric and Harry go through some kind of portal, and He takes a physical form. Cedric Diggory returns dead, but Harry survives.”

Draco doesn’t say anything. His eyes on the fireplace, but his mind lost somewhere else. You follow his gaze and watch the orange and red flames dance on the darkened wood.

You let out a deep breath after a long moment.

“We’re going to have to do it,” you said, making Draco lift his gaze and meet your determined ones. “We have to stop him, in three months.”

Draco watched you for a few moments, before his relaxed. His smirk once again rose on his lips, as he gestured towards your dinner plate, “Eat up, muggle.”

You picked up the plate, hestiantly eating the first bite. Draco watched you, and once you were eating properly he dug into his food.

“There are seven horocruxes,” you told Draco as you took a bite of the bun. “We destroy those, and then we can get rid of Voldy.”

Draco snorted, as he bit back a smile, “It’s quite difficult to take you seriously when you refer the most powerful dark wizard, in the wizarding history, as Voldy.”

You just rolled your eyes at him, a smile tugging on your lips.

“Are you going to sleep here tonight or hide again?” You asked, smirking at the white-haired boy.

“Hide?” Draco snorted, his voice high with disbeiief. His eyes glared at you, as he continued to sneer with distaste. “Why would I hide? Especially from a filthy muggle like you.”

“Really?” You placed the empty plate on the table in front of you, as you gave him a sinister grin. “So, you’re sleeping here tonight?”

“I have no need to tell you when I sleep in my room.” He sneered at you, his jaws locking in annoyance.

“So you are?” You fought back a smile. There was something about raising Draco Malfoy’s temper that made you so delighted with yourself.

“Sod off, you bloody muggle,” Draco spat, with a flick of his wand, the dirty dishes disappeared. You watched him as he stomped into the bathroom, making you chuckle.

You were already in bed when you felt the other side dip.

You turned around and lay on your side as you watched him place pillows between the two of your bodies.

“I know you find it impossible to resist me,” Draco smirked at you, cocky and arrogant. “But if even a strand of your hair crosses this wall you are sleeping on the floor.”

You ignored him, watching him as he sighed falling back onto his pillow. He lay on his back watching the ceiling, before closing his eyes. You took in how dark his eyelashes were, despite his light soft hair. You took in the gentle slope of his nose, and the sharpness of his jaw. He was truly beautiful.

“I can feel you ogling me, muggle,” Draco muttered, his eyes remaining closed. You bit your lip, embarrassed.

“That’s some wishful thinking, Malfoy,” you shot back despite your burning cheeks.

“Goodnight, Malfoy.” You whispered before you fell asleep.

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“Draco!” You groaned frustrated as you pulled the tie around your neck almost choking you. “I am sorry but my public education did not teach me how to tie a goddamn tie.”

Draco glared at you as he cuffed the buttons on his wrist. He let out an exhausted sigh as he walked over to you. He put his cold hands on yours stopping your fidgetting and reckless jerking.

You took away your shaking hands, as you watched Draco’s eyebrows furrow in concentration. You held your breath, as he hands slightly brushed against your shirt, as his fingertips momentarily brushed the exposed skin of your neck.

“How did you manage to do this, muggle,” Draco muttered under his breath, irritated. He leaned down before you could reply, his teeth on the knot of the tie as he tried to pull it free.

Your heart stopped beating, as you felt his nose lightly brush your neck. His warm breath kissing along your skin raising goosebumps. You bit your lip as you looked away from his shining blonde hair that begged for your fingers to run through them.

You wanted to feel his lips on your neck, feel his fingers wrap around your throat, as he made you moan his name.

Oh lord. You closed your eyes, as you bit your nails into your palm to control your hammering heart and flushing cheeks.

“Merlin, my hideous muggle pet,” Malfoy snorted as stood straight, pulling the knot free, before quickly doing it up perfectly. He set it high on your neck, almost making you choke. “You are more trouble than you are worth.”

You gasped before you shot him a glare, “You’ll have to try harder to kill me, Malfoy.”

“Oh, believe me, muggle,” he smirked back, his words playful, but the threat in them lingering with a sharp edge. “If I wanted you dead you wouldn’t be standing there.”

You rolled your eyes and you pulled the robe over yourself. You turned towards Draco who just clicked his tongue and turned towards the door.

“So, I was thinking last night,” you told him as you followed him. “I have a plan.”

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“If you even for a second believe there is the slightest chance of me doing something so disgraceful, you are truly out of your mind, muggle,” Draco hissed as he walked through the empty halls of Hogwarts.

“Draco!” You pouted as you trailed behind him, his robe trailing on the ground as you followed behind him like a ghost. “We need to do this. We need her.”

“Not happening.” He replied curtly, purposefully walking into a crowded hallway so you’d stop bothering him.

“Draco, we need her,” you pleaded quietly, as walked closer to him. “I can’t remember all of them, we need her brains to figure this out.”

“Merlin’s magic, we do,” he spat under his breath. His face was completely covered in a sneer, but no one questioned it as he strutted down the hallways.

You saw a dark hallway and pulled Draco into before you almost walked past it. You grabbed him in, slamming him against the wall. You took a step closer to him, putting your hands out to trap him.

He peered down at you with surprise that melted into amusement as he took you in, looking up at him.

“Amused, Malfoy?” You quirked an eyebrow challengingly. You flicked your tongue at the corner of your lips before you snorting softly. “Do you think you have a choice?”

Draco’s eyes darkened, and in a flash, you were pressed against the old bricks of the castle.

You gulped as the ridges dug into you, as Draco pressed his body against yours. Your wrists clutched in his as he pushed them flush against the wall. You chest heaved as you watched his beautiful face smirk dangerously at you.

Draco dropped his face, his lips a breath away from yours. His dark eyes glistened as they flickered to your parted lips, before gazing into your startled eyes.

“Don’t,” he gritted, his warm minty breath falling over your lips, pulling your closer to him. His grip tightened on your wrist making you wince. His face coloured green with a hateful snarl as he whispered, “overestimate yourself, muggle.”

He let you go with a jerk, and you held your wrists before turning to him with fire in your eyes.

“You coward little toad!” You spat at him.

Draco just turned towards you with an evil smirk, “You ugly little oaf.”

You took in a deep breath, calming yourself, before following him once again.

“Can’t you please put your pride aside and just do this?” You sighed as you settled into the seat next to him. Draco ignored you and pulled out his textbooks, quill and papers. “This is for the whole of humanity.”

“I am sure that humanity did not need me to do anything in the past,” he muttered under his breath before turning to you. His piercing eyes so cold, they almost burnt you, “they already have Potter to be the saviour.”

You didn’t say anything and turned away from him.

He was right. In the past, in the way that the story goes, all he did was make mistakes. All he did was get trapped in choices he was too young to be making. He was trapped, he was a boy who didn’t have a choice.

But that’s not the case anymore.

“Malfoy,” you breathed after a long moment, “I need you to do this.”

Draco turned towards you. His eyes shining with something that you couldn’t understand, but just as quickly as it came, it vanished. “Go and butter up someone else, muggle.”

You rolled your eyes and turned towards the door as she walked in.

You needed Hermione to help you figure out what the Horcruxes were, where we could find and how to destroy them.

You had realised there was a very big and very human obstacle in doing that, but you were hoping to cross that bridge when it came.

What you needed now that you had a plan was a team.

You needed a team, starting with Hermione Granger. She was smart, intelligent, and hopefully had enough brains to do this without getting Harry Potter involved.

You shot Draco another glare who ignored you once again.

It didn’t take long for the professor to start the lesson, and you almost dozed off twice. And then in the middle of the lesson, a miracle happened.

“That is enough Miss Granger, detention,” the professor sneered. You were reminded of Snape, but it wasn’t him.

You frowned because if Snape had done the same thing, Harry would be chocking with how horrible and unfair of a teacher he was. The professor looked around annoyed, he looked done. He was probably having a very difficult day.

“Anyone else?” He gave a pointed look to every student.

This was your chance. You thanked all the Tiktoks you had seen and done what any boy in a rom-com teen movie would do. You pushed down Draco’s books making everyone turn towards him.

“Mr Malfoy?” The professor rose an eyebrow as he crossed his arms.

Draco gawked at you wide-eyed. You nodded, telling him to go for it.

“Your outfit is rather awful,” Draco said, each word that felt him surprising him as much as everyone else.

“Mr Malfoy!” The Professor warned, his face turning red. “Minus ten points from Slytherin.”

You sighed, defeated.

And then, he boomed, “Detention!”

“Anyone else?!” He almost yelled, no one else said anything.

Draco sat down shooting you a glare.

You ignored him, turning towards a confused Hermione, with a giddy smile instead, “Perfect.”

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