Name Calling ~ A Draco Malfoy X Reader
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“Freak.”
“Geek.”
“Idiot.”
“Mudblood.”
“I'm a half-blood you moron.”
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“Freak.”
“Geek.”
“Idiot.”
“Mudblood.”
“I'm a half-blood you moron.”
Behind you Crabbe and Goyle snickered. It was the Christmas Holidays, and you and Draco were stuck in the Slytherin common room, bickering and name calling like you always do. You were in your fourth year and Draco's in his fifth.
“Okay, come on,” said Draco and grabbed your wrist. “What the? OW! That hurts,” you say as he tugged hard at your wrist trying to pull you somewhere. “Room. Now.” “What the? Draco!” He pulled you until you reached his Slytherin boy dorm. He pushed you into the deserted room and closed the door behind you before letting go of your wrist.
“(Your Name), why do we fight?” Draco asked looking intently into your (Eye Colour) eyes. “Well, first of all you're a Pureblood and I'm a Half-Blood. You're family is damn rich and I'm just a common person...” “No, we fight because we like each other. Damn it,” he said punching the wall.
“Yeah, but Harry hates you, and he's the only family I have left...” Tears start to trickle down your cheeks. “Please (Y/N), let's just stop fighting.” “Draco, I'm adopted! Do you not know how that feels? Professor McGonagall raised me and now she tells me my brother is the famous Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. You hate him but not me! Why? Why do I like you?” You started crying.
“I don't know... I liked you the moment I saw you get sorted into Slytherin. I liked you because you... You cared about me in a way,” he said. He leaned closer. “I really don't like to fight, but....” He kissed you gently on the lips and stole your first kiss at the same time.
“Does that answer your question?” “No, this does,” you said and kissed him again. “Well, I guess we're just Slytherin enough to do this in my room,” he said, gesturing around the room. “Yeah, but we're just name-calling like we always do.”
“(Your Name), why do we fight?” Draco asked looking intently into your (Eye Colour) eyes. “Well, first of all you're a Pureblood and I'm a Half-Blood. You're family is damn rich and I'm just a common person...” “No, we fight because we like each other. Damn it,” he said punching the wall.
“Yeah, but Harry hates you, and he's the only family I have left...” Tears start to trickle down your cheeks. “Please (Y/N), let's just stop fighting.” “Draco, I'm adopted! Do you not know how that feels? Professor McGonagall raised me and now she tells me my brother is the famous Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. You hate him but not me! Why? Why do I like you?” You started crying.
“I don't know... I liked you the moment I saw you get sorted into Slytherin. I liked you because you... You cared about me in a way,” he said. He leaned closer. “I really don't like to fight, but....” He kissed you gently on the lips and stole your first kiss at the same time.
“Does that answer your question?” “No, this does,” you said and kissed him again. “Well, I guess we're just Slytherin enough to do this in my room,” he said, gesturing around the room. “Yeah, but we're just name-calling like we always do.”
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