#first time it was my right hand couldn't stop shaking like I had Parkinsons or smthn

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Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader 

Summary: One shot inspired by the Percy Jackson scene where Percy sees Annabeth for the first time.

Word Count: 1.2k+

Warnings: None

A/N: I saw a TikTok of this scene and really wanted to write about it!! Lowkey though about turning this into a series?

Draco’s third year at Hogwarts, he was almost sure that he’d either end up marrying Pansy Parkinson or, worst-case scenario, the god-awful Astoria Greengrass. It was as if his life had been plotted out like some cursed prophecy, but that all changed during the second week of school.

Draco and Theodore Nott sat in Potions, their heads resting heavily in their hands as Professor Snape droned on about the intricacies of the Draught of Living Death. Another day, another boring lecture—Potions had lost its luster after two years of Snape's monotone voice.

That was until the classroom door creaked open.

At first, Draco didn’t bother turning his head, thinking it was just another late student. Snape had a way of terrifying most people into punctuality, but even he couldn't prevent the occasional tardy Slytherin or Gryffindor from sneaking in.

But then, an arm invaded Draco’s field of view, jabbing lightly at his shoulder.

“Draco. Dracooo. Hellooo, Earth to Dracoo,” Theo muttered beside him, his voice laced with curiosity.

Draco groaned. “What. do. you. want,” he responded irritably.

“Look at that girl,” Theo urged, his eyes gleaming with something Draco hadn't seen in him before—genuine fascination.

Rolling his eyes, Draco lifted his gaze from the pages of his Potions textbook, following Theo’s line of sight.

“Hello, Professor... Snape, is it?” The girl's voice was soft yet assertive, a sharp contrast to the silken drawl of Pansy or the shrillness of Daphne Greengrass.

Snape turned around slowly, his dark eyes narrowing, clearly not accustomed to being questioned.

“Yes?” he responded, a hint of annoyance evident.

“I believe this is my class,” the girl said, unbothered by Snape’s intimidating stare.

“Yes?” Snape responded again, clearly uncertain where this was going.

“Well, where do I sit then?”

There was a brief pause, and then Snape, with a flick of his wrist, gestured towards the only available seat near Pansy.

“How about next to Miss Parkinson?”

“Thank you, Professor.”

It wasn’t until the girl turned to walk toward her seat that Draco truly noticed her. She wore the standard Slytherin robes, the green and silver crest shimmering slightly in the dim light of the dungeon, but there was something about the way she carried herself that made her stand out from every other student. Her dark hair flowed down her back, and her eyes—Merlin, her eyes—seemed to pierce through the dimness of the room as if they could see right through you.

Draco felt his heart skip, and beside him, he could sense Theo had gone equally quiet, entranced by the same sight. His gaze followed her as she walked toward the empty seat near Pansy, each step deliberate, almost regal.

Blaise Zabini, sitting next to them, noticed the sudden change in both of their expressions and snickered. He snapped his fingers in front of their faces, breaking the trance.

“What are you two looking at?” Blaise asked with a knowing smirk.

Draco blinked, shaking himself out of his daze. “What’s her name?” he asked, his voice unusually eager, the words spilling out before he could stop them.

Blaise laughed, leaning back in his seat. “Ha! She’ll squash you like a bug, Malfoy. Don’t even think about it.”

“Her name,” Draco demanded, his impatience growing. He didn’t like not knowing, especially when it came to someone who had captured his attention so completely.

Blaise rolled his eyes. “Y/N Gaunt. Heir of the great Salazar Slytherin himself.”

Draco and Theo exchanged wide-eyed looks, both equally startled and intrigued. The Gaunt family had long been considered Slytherin royalty—practically legends in their own right. To have an heir of Salazar Slytherin himself sitting in Potions with them?

Draco couldn't help but stare, his eyes still following Y/N as she slid gracefully into the chair next to Pansy. Pansy, who was often insufferably possessive of Draco’s attention, seemed unusually quiet, clearly feeling the weight of Y/N’s presence as much as he did.

The moment Y/N settled in her seat, as if sensing the heavy gaze on her, she turned her head ever so slightly, meeting Draco’s stare head-on.

For a moment, the world outside that dungeon classroom seemed to disappear. There was no Professor Snape, no chatter of students, no bubbling cauldrons—just those piercing eyes staring straight into Draco’s own dark grey ones.

He quickly realized he had no idea what to do. Draco Malfoy, heir to one of the most powerful wizarding families, had never been at a loss for words when it came to anyone—yet here he was, speechless under the gaze of Y/N Gaunt.

Her lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile—amused, perhaps, by his blatant staring—and then she turned back to face the front of the class, leaving Draco in a strange, fluttering mix of awe and frustration.

Theo leaned over, whispering excitedly. “Mate, did you see that? She's—she's unreal. I mean, Salazar Slytherin’s heir? What does that even mean for someone like her?”

Draco didn’t respond immediately. His mind was still spinning, trying to process how he had gone from nearly falling asleep in Potions to being completely captivated by a single person.

“Come on, Malfoy, stop staring. You’re gonna look like an idiot,” Blaise muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

But Draco couldn’t help it. There was something about her—something that made him feel like his entire world had shifted in that brief moment.

Class went on, but Draco barely registered a word Snape said. His attention drifted back to Y/N again and again, watching the way she flicked her wand with effortless precision during the practical portion of the lesson, the way her lips moved as she quietly muttered incantations under her breath, the way her fingers delicately handled the ingredients, almost as if she were weaving a spell with her hands alone.

He had never seen anyone like her before, and it unnerved him. He was Draco Malfoy. He was supposed to be the one people stared at, the one people were intrigued by, the one who commanded the room. But now... he felt like he had been thrown off-balance, no longer in control.

As the class came to an end and students began packing up their bags, Draco stood slowly, his gaze still fixed on Y/N. He was vaguely aware of Theo and Blaise talking beside him, but their words were drowned out by the rush of thoughts running through his head.

Y/N stood, too, gathering her things with the same quiet confidence that had enraptured him. She glanced in his direction one last time before sweeping out of the room, her robes billowing slightly behind her as she disappeared into the corridor.

Draco stared after her, the same thought echoing in his mind.

He needed to know more about Y/N Gaunt.

“Draco,” Theo nudged him, breaking him out of his reverie. “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah,” Draco muttered, though he knew full well he wasn’t. Something had changed—he didn’t know what exactly, but he knew that Y/N Gaunt was at the center of it.

As they walked out of the classroom together, Draco found himself glancing down the hallway where Y/N had disappeared. He didn’t know how, but he was determined to find out more about her. There was something about her—something that tugged at his very core—and he couldn’t shake the feeling that his life had just taken a turn he hadn’t anticipated.

For the first time in a long time, Draco Malfoy didn’t feel certain about his future.

And that both terrified and thrilled him.

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As he waited for her to respond, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t gonna like what she had to say. Arching an eyebrow at her words as he crossed his arms over his chest, a soft huff escaping his throat as definitely knew now that what she was gonna say he wasn’t gonna like. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you purposely be mean to anyone, well besides when purposely swore to get revenge on your parents murderers but that is understandable.” He mused out with a shrug, it was true he honestly didn’t think they female had a mean bone in her body. The one that was mean out of the both of them was him, so for her to be the one that’s gonna to be mean felt odd. Though he could tell she was a bit antsy to do so by the way she played with her sweater, he wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to explain herself but he needed to know why so he kept quiet.

He couldn’t help but to snicker when he heard her call him wonderful, he was far from being wonderful. Though he pressed his lips together when she used the word friend, were they still friends? He hadn’t thought so moments before running into her, so her to confirm they still were made him feel relieved and happy. Though that happiness disintegrated quickly as he continued to listen to her words, a sigh escaping his throat as he shifted quickly. She did realize that Draco had been just as bad, that he had been nothing but a bully? Sure he mellowed out a lot but it doesn’t change the fact he was horrible, now he was worst than just a bully - he was a death eater. However he hadn’t really bullied anyone much of lately, he just hasn’t been in the mood and plus he’s been focus on trying to make a relationship work and trying to succeed with his mission.

Unfortunately he couldn’t control what Pansy did when they weren’t near each but still he wished she’d grow up just a tad bit, normally he’d look pass it all as long as she wasn’t being two face about him but he could tell it was getting to the female. Oh she definitely had a heart of gold, it was something he hoped she’ll never lose. “That doesn’t surprise me, she can be quite a bitch when she isn’t distracted with me. Do I even want to know what she did to cause the boy to end up in the hospital wing? I know how much it bothers you and some others, I also know how cruel that name is. I’ve called Granger one plenty of times, hell I’ve witnessed her cry over it. It vile but I don’t think anyone who has quite a distaste for muggleborns will stop using it anytime soon unfortunately, tho being called mudblood will be the least of the muggleborns concern if the dark lord takes over.” He spoke in a low tone, annoyance slipping through the seams of his words. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with any drama but it looked like this year was full of it, maybe he should have stayed single.

The moment he heard what she said next, he couldn’t help but to pinch the bridge of his nose. Did he really know who Pansy was? He thought he did but he could be wrong. Honestly come to think of it, most of his friends where his friends because it was convent for him at the time. Now he sticks with them because they’re all he has, well minus Maximoff. Another snicker escaped his throat as she continued to speak, she thought he deserved all that? Boy was she wrong, he deserved none of that. Especially if she knew his secret, hell he was pretty sure she’d learn to hate him. Why would she want to be friends with a death eater, especially when death eaters killed her parents? Hell let alone he was suppose to something completely worst than what Parkinson was doing, he definitely doubted she’d continue to believe any of her own words - not that he could blame her.

And then all of a sudden she dropped a bomb on him causing him to freeze, he couldn’t stop the look of pure heartbreak that crept upon his facial features in that moment. She loved him of all people? Why? Why him of all people? He didn’t deserve it, not one little bit. She however deserved the best and that definitely wasn’t him. “I- What?” Draco muttered out as he tried to form words to respond with, however it was as if he was chocking on any words that dared to even form within him. She had caught him so off guard that he was a mess, well he was already a mess but this was the first time he was allowing her to see him this way and he didn’t exactly like it one bit. He was just powerless to control it right now, which he would kick himself for later.

By the time he was able to regain control of himself once again, she was walking away from. He mentally cussed himself out as he ran after her, she couldn’t just do that then walk away as if nothing just happened. Uh huh, that wasn’t fair so as soon as he caught up to her he grabbed her wrist and held onto her til she looked at him once again. “I probably don’t know who she really is, I’d like to think that I do but I could be wrong. As I said I know she can be quite a bitch but as long as she has been two face about me, I simply just shrug it off. I probably shouldn’t but I do, I will talk to her about it though. However we need to discuss the whole you being in love with me.” Malfoy mused out as he felt the wetness against the palm of his hand, he knew right then and there that she had been crying or it seemed to be that way.

Wanda heard Draco running towards her, but ignored it and kept walking, determined to not discuss the situation. However, when he grabbed her wrist, she had no other choice but to face him, to look into those eyes who had captivated her heart.

She sniffled softly, wiping away some tears with her sleeve as she said "Look, there's nothing to talk about. It's my fault I dropped this off onto you out of nowhere, it wasn't fair nor appropriate of me to do so. However..." the brunette took a breath, finally brave enough to state her opinion. "What I said is true - I really think you're a good person. Unlike that... "bitch" as you called her, you do have a loving heart and actually regret your past actions. You were taught all the wrong and cruel ways but as your friend I'm supposed to guide you to the right path."

The girl took her friend's hands in his, a faint smile gracing her features for the first time in a long time. "You deserve do grow in a healthy environment and to meet kind people... I'm afraid Pansy isn't the type of partner you'd have a great future with. I'm sure there are many trustworthy, loving people out there who would be glad to share the rest of their life with you once they get to know you like I do."

Her smile faded in an instant but she kept composure and continued "Look, forget what I told you about my... you know. That special someone you'll date doesn't even have to be me. In fact, I encourage you to find someone else. This thing, you and me, could never happen, you don't even love me like that in the first place. But that's alright, I can manage to deal with my... problem. I'm sure it will pass after awhile, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't love you as much as now."

Wanda had calmed down by then, but worry was peeking through her chocolate brown eyes. Draco was still with her and she finally had the chance to ask him about something she had wanted to discuss with him for quite a long time. Other people might have not really noticed how the Slytherin had changed, but the Gryffindor effortlessly did so. The girl knew it'd be good to give him privacy and let him talk to her when he's ready, but long time had passed and she couldn't stand seeing him hurting so she decided to be the one to bring up the topic first.

She began to speak in a soft yet firm tone of voice, his name rolling off her tongue lovingly "Draco, dear, I can see the past few months have been rough to you. You haven't mentioned anything about it, but I can clearly notice there's something bothering you, a burden on your shoulders."

Wanda moved closer to the boy and gently touched his cheekbones and cheeks, examining him. Her heart began to ache horribly as she saw in what miserable state he was in. "I see you're not fine at all and it hurts me. There are dark circles under your eyes, you skin is more pale than usual, you often seem exhausted as if you rarely get sleep, you barely eat and your eyes... your eyes are empty. I need you to tell me what is going on. Why are you so busy all the time that you stopped taking care of yourself? What's troubling you?"

Wanda knew Draco was the kind of person to deny her words and to refuse to get help. That's why before letting him speak again, she kissed the ghostly white knuckles of his hand and added "Just know that whatever the reason might be, it could never make me stop loving you or love you any less. I've trusted you before, now I need you to trust me with what you're going through. I can handle it."