Hey everyone! Just a quick Malfoy one shot I had rolling around in my mind. I'll probably go on a Harry Potter binge now, so keep a look out!
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Shelby
Whisper was a simple soul, and it was clear from a look which house she
belonged in. Her midnight hair, pale skin, and vivid green eyes could only
belong to that of Slytherin House. But in every other matter, it was
debateable. Many of her friends from Ravenclaw believed she belonged in the
tower with them, but Shelby assured them that her home was in the mysterious
glass room beneath the glossy surface of the lake.
She
was ambitious, and focused her studies to become a beacon in the wizarding world.
She believed in loyalty, a loyalty that the other houses could never
understand. What they perceived as cruelty in the words of a Slytherin was
really a protective need that surged through them to defend any slight against
their house or their friends. Yes, occasionally a Slytherin may get out of hand
against a Gryffindor, but they didn’t act like that to each other. Anyone
wearing an emerald and silver snake was part of the family, and you didn’t pick
on your own family.
Shelby
was one of the rare Slytherin’s who branched out and made friends in other
houses. It wasn’t that she was unhappy with the friends she had in Slytherin,
it just seemed to her that many of them had lost their way. Slytherin’s were
originally deemed to be as intelligent as the Ravenclaw’s, the difference being
that Slytherin focused on ambition, whereas Ravenclaw’s were more eccentric and
pursued knowledge for knowledge’s sake.
Shelby
Whisper knew many things, she was among the Ravenclaw’s at the top of her
classes. She could tell you the constellations of the stars in winter, and the
uses for Fire Salamander tail. But the one thing she was completely clueless
about, was romance.
***
“Hey
Shelby, what are you working on.” She looked up and saw that a guy had perched
on the couch next to her, oh god, how could she not remember his name if he
knew hers? Alfred? Angus? She decided to play it cool and hoped someone would
say it later.
“Just
that potions essay.”
“Purpose
of brewing in moonlight?” He asked, looking at the books in a pile on the floor
in front of her. “That’s not due for three weeks!”
She
laughed breezily, dipping her quill in her precariously balanced inkpot and
continued jotting notes on her parchment, “there’s no harm in getting a head
start is there?”
“I
guess not” he mumbled, gazing at her hand where a spot of dark ink had dribbled.
She looked up as he grabbed her hand, “there was ink.” He said quickly, leaning
in just a touch.
“Oh
was there? Thanks.” She said, taking her hand back and removing her wand from
where it was stuck through her hair. Waving it, she dispelled the ink on her
hand, and went back to work. She absently felt the couch lift, meaning her
nameless visitor had gone. She didn’t really mind though, she was focused
completely on planning out her essay.
Across
the room, a blonde Slytherin smirked at the interaction. He had been watching
this kind of thing happen for a while. She seemed utterly uninterested in any
of the guys who tried to flirt with her, she brushed each of them off and went
back to whatever she was doing.
A
few days later, another boy approached her.
“I
heard you were already working on that potions essay, I thought you’d find this
useful.” She took the book from his hands and looked it over, flipping a few
pages in.
“Wow
this is great! Is it yours? Are you working on the paper too? What angle are
you taking on the ancient Spanish witches?”
The
poor boy stuttered, “I-I-, I just found it in the library.”
Her
face fell, “oh.”
There
was an awkward silence between them, and then the boy walked away.
Malfoy
chuckled, he’d have to try this himself.
***
The
next day he plonked himself on the sofa beside her. She glanced at him before
turning back to that accursed essay.
“Still
writing that essay Whisper?”
“Obviously
Malfoy.” She didn’t even look up at him, but he grinned at the tone in her
voice.
He
stretched his legs, pressing his thigh against hers. Her quill paused, but then
continued writing.
“I
haven’t seen you without that paper for a second since Snape gave it to us.” He
said, “you don’t take it to bed with you do you?” He smirked at the thought,
and she absent-mindedly responded.
“Of
course I don’t.” Then he understood. She
had no idea guys were flirting with her. She was completely clueless.
“You
know what Whisper,” he tested, “you’re pretty hot.”
“Er,
thanks Malfoy.” Still not getting it, as he thought she wouldn’t.
“Hey
Whisper, I’m looking for a kiss here.” She looked at him, astonished.
“A
kiss? Well you’re very direct aren’t you? Aren’t you supposed to, I don’t know,
flirt with me first? Buy me chocolates or flowers or something?”
He
chuckled and got up, whispering in her ear. “See you around, Whisper.”
***
“Heads
up!” Shelby turned quickly, along with several other people in the corridor.
She quickly fumbled, but caught the chocolate frog that landed in her hands.
She looked around, and her eyes fell on the smirking blond Slytherin.
“Hey
Whisper!” He shouted, causing everyone else to stop and stare at them. “I’m
flirting with you.” He yelled brazenly, watching the tops of her cheeks dust
with red.
She
quickly turned with her friends and walked away, but now she knew what she was
in for.
***
Shelby was sat in front of him,
like she was for every transfiguration class. McGonagall was at the front,
helping Longbottom with something, and Malfoy seized his opportunity.
“Hey,
Hey Whisper!” He saw her shoulders tense, and then she looked over her shoulder
at him.
“Yes
Malfoy?”
His
eyes flickered down, “you’ve got a fantastic arse.”
The
astonishment showed in her widened eyes and parted lips. He was probably the
first person to ever talk this openly to her. Then her face turned to a scowl
and she turned back to her work. Malfoy was pleased at how this was going,
knowing that she wasn’t actually angry at him.
***
“Hey
Whisper!”
Shelby
ignored Malfoy’s voce that called at her from across the common room. She was
on her usual couch, laying on her stomach with her feet in the air. Her books
were propped up against the arm of the chair.
“Hey
Whisper!”
She
ignored him again and focused on the book in front of her. Ancient Greek wizards believed that it was the power of the goddess
Artemis that gave their potions power. She was the goddess of moonlight, and
thus they always brewed their potions under full moons, when her power would
have been strongest. Because of this religious affiliation with potion making,
their potions often accompanied the hearts of stags, as they were believed to
be sacred offerings to Artemis. Along with this-”
“Hey
Whisper!”
“What
Malfoy?” It was clear that he wasn’t going to stop pestering her until she
answered him.
“You
look so sexy when you sit like that. Shows off your lovely arse.”
Her
cheeks flamed again, and she stood up, gathering her books in her arms and
walking to the dorms.
“See
you around Whisper.” He called after her.
She
lay on her bed, and tried to focus on the book, but Malfoy’s smirking face kept
slipping into her mind. Why was he so focused on her? And why did she enjoy it
so much? It was true that no boy had really paid her any attention before,
well, not that she’d noticed. And this was Malfoy, the most desired boy in all
of Slytherin, why was he wasting his time on her?
***
The
wind was howling, snow was blowing, and the Slytherin’s were trudging back from
Herbology.
“Hey
Whisper.” She whipped her head around, but by now she had learned to tell his
tone of voice. This was a simple greeting.
“Hi
Malfoy.”
“That
class was awful.” He said.
“Oh
I agree!” She said, “I can’t stand the smell of poppies! I just want to go back
to the dorms and have a long hot shower!”
She
regretted saying it the moment it passed her lips, and she was expecting a
‘mind if I join you?’ but none came.
They
reached the castle and hurried inside, casting off their wet cloaks. She ran
her fingers through her wet, knotted hair and groaned, thinking about the amount
of conditioner she would have to use. She unwrapped the scarf from around her
neck.
“Hey
Whisper,” He said curiously, “what’s with the scarf?” The scarf she wore was a
series of marbled greens, and not the standard Hogwarts uniform.
She
fingered the end of it, “the Hogwarts scarves itch my neck, I prefer this
material.”
“It
looks nice on you.” He said, with a grin. She blushed, but this was a not the
usual furious blush, she wasn’t sure how to reply to a compliment like this.
“Er,
thanks Malfoy.”
“Anytime
Whisper,” he said, smacking her butt as he walked past her. That was the usual
Malfoy.
***
It
was the early hours of the day the potions essay was due, and Shelby was in the
common room looking over it one last time.
Dawn
was several hours away, and all the other students were sleeping, except her
and the owner of the footsteps heading towards her.
“Can’t
sleep Malfoy?” She asked, glancing at the boy and forcing herself not to take a
second look. He obviously slept shirtless, and had come down in just pyjama
bottoms.
“Hey
Whisper.” He greeted, before flopping down on the couch beside her. His eyes
were bleary and half lidded, and Shelby couldn’t help think that he looked
adorable.
“You
look sexy like that.” He said off-handily, and she looked at herself
incredulously. She was in shorts and a big baggy shirt. Sure, the shorts were
very, well, short, but still!
“You’re
joking right?”
“No.”
He said, seeming to wake up a bit, “makes you look all confident, and like
you’ve just rolled out of a man’s bed. The way it rides up your thighs, gives a
man ideas just looking at you. Hides your curves, makes men want to just rip it
off you.”
“Noted.”
She said dryly, “I’ll make sure not to wear this ever again.”
***
Malfoy
wasn’t particularly fond of muggle
culture, but damn it all if he didn’t praise them for this invention. It
was a Sunday, and he was watching as Shelby wandered around in what he learned
were called ‘skinny jeans’. They were so tight, and stuck to the curves of her
legs.
She
was currently walking with a group of her Ravenclaw friends, he had no idea
where they were going, but he didn’t even care.
“Hey
Whisper!” He yelled, ignoring the stares of everyone else in the hallway and
focusing on her face that was half petrified, and half waiting in anticipation.
Already, the tips of her ears were starting to turn red. “Your legs look
absolutely fantastic in those.”
The
Ravenclaw’s looked disgusted, and guided Shelby away, but Malfoy saw through
the red on her face to the grin in her smile.
***
The
next day, he saw her at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall eating breakfast.
He groaned, and couldn’t resist walking up behind her and lowering his mouth to
her ear.
“Eating
a banana Whisper? You’ve got to know what that does to me.”
The
fruit thudded on her plate as she froze and then she stood up quickly, grabbed
his collar in her fingers and pressed her lips clumsily to his. He quickly took
control of the kiss, fingers curling in her hair and his mouth dominating hers.
When
their lips parted, they knew the entire great hall was watching.
“There.
All you wanted was a kiss right?” She said, “Can we be done with flirting now?”
She gathered her things and began to storm out of the great hall, cursing
herself for making such a scene. The rest of the students watched as a sly
Malfoy caught up to her and slung an arm around her shoulders, grinning when
she didn’t shake him off.
The
unobtainable girl, who so many had tried to capture, had finally been won
over.
woooooooooooooooooooooo
ReplyDeletethat was hilarious and rroooommmaannttiiiccc
lololol
good job
I just randomly read this
like for reals