DracoXReader Transfer Student

DracoXReader
Transfer Student

You took a deep breath as you stood outside the potions classroom. After an accident at your old school magic school residing back in your country of [country] (something about transforming mutant monkeys loose on school grounds) you were transferred to Hogworts. Hogworts… Your nose bunched up at the mere thought of the name. Who in their right mind would name a school something so… so… Hogworty?
A sigh escaped your lips. On top of all of this you had been tragically separated from your friends during the house selection. Well it wasn’t all bad now that you thought about it. At least you were put into a cool sounding house, Slytherin, while your besty was placed in Hufflepuff. What the hippogriff turds was a Hufflepuff?!
“Ms. [Last Name],” a deep, emotionless voice from behind you said. You turned around to see a middle age man with long black hair that looked like it hadn’t seen shampoo in years and a crooked nose.
“Yes, Professor?” you asked quietly, shrinking under his gaze.
“Are you going in or not? You’re already late for my class,” he snapped.
“Well sir, back home we’re not late as long as the teacher is not in the classroom before us. And since I’m blocking your way… I win!” you smiled before turning and tripping on your robe and into the classroom. “Holy House Elf-!” FUMP!
‘Ah… What a time for the [Last Name] grace to kick in…’ you thought annoyed and embarrassed. ‘But at least I landed somewhere soft…’ When you opened your [colour] eyes they were met with deep blue ones. He most beautiful blue eyes that you ever had the pleasure of gazing at…
Wait a tick.
When did the floor grow eyes?
“Ms. [Last Name], if you are quite finished, please remove yourself from Mr. Malfoy and get to your seat,” the Professor grumbled from behind you.
“What?”
“Get…OFF me…” a voice gasped beneath you.
“Ohmygosh! I’m so sorry!! I really didn’t mean to fall on you like that!” you exclaimed as you scrambled off the boy. When you finally did, he stood up and brushed himself off. And that’s when you noticed how tall and well… cute he was. Soft blonde hair that had been slicked back. And a dangerous aura around him that matched yours to a tee. But you probably ruined your chances with him by falling on him.
These suspicions were confirmed when his gaze turned from his dusty robes to glare at you.
“Do you know who-“ he stopped his rant before he even really got started as he met your gaze. A pink flush marched across his face fasted then you could say ‘Holy Hippogriffs Hopping Happily Batman!’ “-I…am?”
“Nope! Do you?” you countered playfully, smirking up at him. Maybe you did have a chance after all…
He seemed taken aback at your answer. “, I-I-I-I’m (gulp) Dra-“
“Mr. Malfoy and Ms. [Last Name]! Please take your seats so I can get this lesson over and done with! Or I will be forced to take points from Slytherin!” the Professor announced from behind you.
You gazed up at him and said those seven little words that rewarded you with detention. “Man, you need to get laid Professor!”

Steal Hermione’s time turner and move to detention. You cannot leave detention for three hours unless you have a get out of detention free card or a cloak of invisibility.

“I’m serious Professor! There are plenty of ways to meet girls that would be interested in you! You could go to the local hangouts to check out the local singles or use online dating sites like plentyofwiz.com or DeviantART.com!” you explained way too happily for Snape’s liking. What started out as the worst detention session ever turned into trying to set up your favorite teacher ever with the cute witch he deserved.
“I thought DeviantART was an art website,” Snape admitted as he took notes.
“Oh please, who goes to that site for art!” you laughed.  “So first let’s get you started on your WizBook account!”
“WizBook?”
“You sighed, “You may be one of the smartest people her, but you are so freaking clueless! WizBook is the wizard version of Facebook!”
“Face…Book?”
A groan passed through your lips. “We have a lot of work to do…”

Hours Later

“Okay, Professor! Just try those websites and you’ll do fine! Maybe you’ll even meet the witch of your dreams!” you called over your shoulder as you left the potion master’s office. “And remember, be yourself!”
“Of course, Ms. [Last Name],” came the simple reply.
“Ahh… He’s a great guy,” you sighed as you walked down the corridors to the Slytherin common room.
“Hello! Hello!” smiled a ghost floating nearby.
“Oh, hello!” you curtsied. “Um, do you think you could show me to the Slytherin dorm? I kinda got lost… I mean if it’s no trouble…”
“Oh, no trouble at all Ms. [Name]!”
“How do you-“
“The Malfoy boy was muttering about you earlier to his friends and the paintings do love to spread gossip about the newcomers!” the man laughed.
“Well, I did sorta crash into him earlier so it’s to be expected,” you sighed. “Oh! I don’t think I’ve asked you your name yet! What is it?”
“Sir Nicholas at your service!” he bowed. “And I do believe this is your stop Ms. Have a pleasant evening.”
“You too Sir. Nicholas! And thank you for escorting me!!” you smiled as you waved. “Now what was that password…? Ah yes! Pumpernickel pasties!” The door opened wide and you stepped inside. “That password is way too cutesy for my taste…”
“Look who finally decided to show.”
“Oh, hey Mr. Malfoy! I didn’t realise you were still up! What are you doing down here? I thought everyone would be asleep by now.”
“I was waiting for you Ms. {last Name]-“
“Just [Name] please. And why on earth would you do that Mr. Malfoy?”
“Draco, my name is Draco. I was waiting because… I heard you haven’t had you initiation yet…”
“Should I be scared?” you asked playfully, raising an eyebrow.
“Not unless you have something to hide.” Draco smiled as he took a step towards you. “First question; are you a pureblood, half-blood, or a mudblood?”
“Pureblood,” you said rather matter of factly.
“Second question; Wizards or Muggles?’
“Wizards. After all it’s survival of the fittest.”
“And thirdly… Would you go out with me?” a light blush dusted his cheeks.
“Depends on if this is a test or not,” you smiled mischievously.
“What would your answer be if it was?”
“Then the answer would be no.”
“And if it wasn’t?”
“I think this would take care of the answer,” you said, leaning in close to him until your lips were mere millimetres apart. You could feel the heat radiating of his face as he turned a deep red. His quick intake of air caused your smile to widen. You moved closer so your lips brushed his ever so slightly, until he couldn’t take it anymore. His lips crashed into yours breaking your teasing spell. They were practiced, so you had to conclude you weren’t his first lover or his last for that matter. But you would figure those little details later. Right now all you wanted to do was lose yourself in his touch.  You reached back into his slick backed hair and pulled him closer. He responded by pulling you closer by your waist which coxed a low groan out of you.
“Oh, [Name]…” he whispered as his hands travelled lovingly up your lower back.
“Draco…”
“Mr. Malfoy. Ms. [Last Name]. Would you please refrain from pawing at each other in my presence,” a low voice said from behind you.
“The two of you jumped apart and turned to face your professor. It was then that you realized your shirt was lying on the floor in front of you, crumbled and inside out.
“S-Sorry Professor…” you stuttered. “It won’t happen again…” You could feel Draco’s eyes on you, longing for the one thing he couldn’t have.
“I don’t care whether or not it happens again [Name],” Snape admitted quietly. “Just please promise me that you won’t get caught by me again.”
“Of course Professor,” Draco smiled.
“Professor I could kiss you!” you laughed as you hugged Snape.
“Save that for Malfoy, [Name],” he blushed. “Please!”

Extended Ending

“Oh, Draco! I can’t wait to introduce you to all of my muggle friends!!!” you giggled jokingly.
“…I must really like you,” he groaned.
“Yeah… you must… Or you hit your head or something… Holy Hippogriff Turds!!! It must have happened when I fell on you!!! I BROKE DRACO MALFOY!!!!!! I’M SO SORRY DRACO!”