Requested by @TeenageLonerGal

DJ_Tatortot helped, as is becoming the usual. Idoot.

Posting this now because I have over twenty imagines waiting to be posted and I need to get them published so here's a blast from the past with the old schedule.

Summary: He defends you.

QOTP: How much do you hate Snape?

Word Count: 1910

Draco -
"You're smarter than I thought, Y/L/N," Draco says on your way out of Potions; you just one-upped him in front of the entire class.

You smile. "Never underestimate me, Malfoy." You hear Pansy Parkinson giving him an earful as you walk away and smirk; you and Draco are in a secret relationship because you're a half-blood.

That night, after meeting Draco in the astronomy tower for a date, you're standing outside of the Slytherin common room with him.

"See you tomorrow at breakfast?" you ask, smiling. Draco kisses you, then pulls away, smiling back.

"Of course you will."

Well, you saw him at breakfast.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Pansy shouts as soon as she enters the dining hall, her eyes trained on you. Everyone goes silent and you can only watch as she storms over to you. "YOU THINK YOU CAN STEAL DRACO AWAY FROM ME?!"

You're already standing by then and screaming right back at her. "I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM YOU! YOU NEVER HAD HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID MUD-BLOOD!"

"I'M A HALF-BLOOD!"

"EVEN WORSE-"

"ENOUGH!" You'd expect it to be McGonagall or one of the other teachers, but it's Draco, who's just ran into the dining hall and is making his way towards you and Pansy.

Pansy smiles at him. "I knew you wouldn't let her take you away from me-"

He brushes past her and stands next to you, grabbing your hand. "She didn't steal me, Pansy. We've been dating for months now-"

"Draco-"

"Don't. You're just gonna embarrass yourself more, okay? Walk away, and leave Y/N alone."

She glares daggers at him. "Blood traitor." Then, she storms off, leaving everyone confused and embarrassed for her, except for Dumbledore, who is very amused.

Draco turns to you. "Well, I guess it's not a secret anymore."

Fred -
You, Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione are all sitting at the Gryffindor table at lunch, minding your own business when Fred, George, and Lee sit down. Fred smiles and winks at you. "Hello, Y/L/N."

You shake your head at him, chuckling. "Hi, Fred."

"Will you leave it alone?" Hermione says to him as Harry and Ron laugh. "You've been rejected one too many times."

"I'll get there eventually," Fred replies, shrugging.

You roll your eyes. "Aren't you a little too old for me?"

"I'm only older by two years, Y/L/N. Maybe not even that."

You only laugh and turn away from him, continuing your discussion with Neville. About fifteen minutes later, Draco and a few of his Slytherin friends walk by. "Hey, mud-blood!"

You turn, being one of the two muggle-borns at the table. "You better not be talking about Hermione."

"Oh, no, I would never, mud-blood. Isn't that right, Crabbe?" Draco asks, looking over his shoulder at the boy in question. Crabbe smirks and nods. Draco turns back to you. "So, mud-blood, spread any fifth around lately?"

Before you can reply, Fred is up and on the move, making his way toward Draco. "Take that back!"

"Or what, Weasley?!" Draco shouts back. The entire hall falls silent.

Fred smirks a little. "I don't know, Daddy's Boy, but I'll bet your father's heard about it."

"Does the poverty come with being a blood traitor or is it the other way around?"

"You're gonna regret that."

"Oh, will I? I'll bet little miss mud-blood over there regrets that she was even born-"

In an instant, Fred closes the distance between him and Malfoy, grabs him by the collar, and punches him in the face. McGonagall, only just arriving, runs over and grabs Fred, pulling him off of a sniveling, bloody-nosed Draco before he can get in another swing. As she leads him out, he looks back and grins at you.

Ron watches as Snape and Madam Pomfrey lean over Draco, who's still on the floor. "I don't think Fred's gonna get rejected this time around, Hermione."

George -
You're walking through the hall in between Fred and George, the twins talking around you about a prank they want to pull on Peeves. You sigh. "This can't wait, can it?"

"No," they reply at the same time, going back to their conversation. Then, an interruption approaches.

"Hello, blood traitors. Mud-blood." Draco. You, Fred, and George all look at him, eyebrows raised. He smiles. "How do those hand-me-down robes feel, Weasleys?"

"Shut up," you scoff.

He only laughs, turning to Crabbe and Goyle, who're standing behind him. "Did you hear something? I think it was a mud-blood."

George, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, laughs. "Wow, Malfoy. Good one. Tell me, does your father buy your insults for you?"

"He could buy your house thirty times over and still have enough left over for Hogwarts," Draco replies, sneering.

"Oh, really?" George says as he lets go of you and steps closer to Draco. He smirks. "Well, Malfoy, you may be rich, but you know what's priceless?" Draco only glares, so George continues. "This." With that, he punches Malfoy in the face.

Your eyes widen, as do those of other students around you. You think a teacher is running down the hall, but you're not sure; you're too busy pulling George back. "Are you insane?"

"He kept calling you a mud-blood," George says, dodging attacks from Malfoy, who's being restrained by a few other students. McGonagall comes racing around the corner, Dumbledore at her heels.

You shake your head. "You're going to get detention, Gryffindor is going to lose so many points - honestly, George, was it worth it-"

He interrupts you by pressing his lips to yours, only pulling away when McGonagall shouts, "Weasley!" as she's pushing through the crowd.

You see Fred pull out his wand out of the corner of your eye and can only watch as he turns Draco's hair purple, much to Malfoy's distress a few moments later when he figures out why everyone's laughing at him.

Then, McGonagall arrives and grabs George's arm, carting him off to her office. He looks back at you, smiling. "Wait for me!"

Harry -
"I think I did okay," Harry says of a test in Astronomy, causing you to laugh. He frowns. "What? I studied for that test all weekend."

"I know, Potter," you reply, still laughing a little, "but you haven't had good marks on a single test in that class all semester."

"I know, I know, don't remind me," he replies, smiling a little. You're about to ask him where Hermione is when another voice jeers at Harry a few feet away.

"Look at that, Goyle!" Draco shouts, pointing at you and Harry. "Potter's got a girlfriend!"

You glare at him as he laughs, walking up to you, then reply before Harry can even open his mouth. "Now, the funny thing is, Malfoy, you can't exactly say that about yourself, can you?"

Draco glares back and rolls his eyes. "You're absolutely repulsive."

You smirk. "Now that is something that can be said about you."

"Get a leash on your dog, Potter," Malfoy practically spits. This time, Harry beats you to the punch.

"I'm surprised you can even talk about animals after being one yourself. Or maybe you need a reminder of what they're like." Harry lifts his wand and Draco looks absolutely panicked.

"My father will hear about this!" he yells.

Harry laughs. "What, you don't miss being a ferret?"

You lower Harry's arm as Draco glares and walks off. "Slow your roll there, Potter. Better not cross a fine line. Oh, and, by the way, I noticed how you didn't correct him when he said I was your girlfriend."

Harry blushes. "You didn't either."

"Touché."

Neville -
"Can anyone tell me the three main plants used in a Confusing Concoction?" Snape asks the class. No one raises their hand, so, naturally, he calls on someone. "Y/N Y/L/N. Can you answer this question?" You look up at him, turning red; you don't know the answer. After a few agonizing moments, you shake your head. Snape scoffs. "Typical. Someone in here must know how to make it because Y/L/N hasn't gotten a question right once today." You hear someone snickering in the corner. Suddenly, Neville Longbottom raises his hand, causing a smug look to appear on Snape's face. "Yes?"

Neville stands, obviously shaky but not backing down. "Y-You can't say things like that." You blush even more, if that's possible.

Snape quirks an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Neville takes a moment, his appearance becoming more confident and his next response without a stutter. "You can't say things like that. You're demeaning her in front of the entire class, and it's not right-"

"Sit down-"

"You do this to everybody, and, frankly, it's disgusting. You're supposed to be a teacher; you're supposed to help us when we don't understand something. And you don't, then you sit there all high and mighty wondering why everybody's got bad marks-"

"That's enough."

Neville shakes his head. "You should apologize."

Snape doesn't hesitate. "Well, Neville, I'm sorry for taking two hundred points from Gryffindor and giving you and Y/L/N two week's detention - oh, wait. I'm not. Now sit down."

He looks over at you as he sits, ashamed that he got you in trouble. To his surprise, you smile at him.

Ron -
"Hey, have you seen Draco?" you ask, walking up to Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

Ron snorts. "Why would we care?"

"I don't know," you reply, "but I'd really like to avoid him." Once Draco found out you were a pureblood, he immediately asked you to be his friend, but you rejected him, and he hasn't left you alone since.

"Sorry, Y/N," Hermione says. "We haven't seen him."

Suddenly, Harry sighs. "Now we have."

"Y/L/N!" Draco shouts from across the grounds. "Is that you?! Consorting with a couple of blood-traitors and a mud-blood? Why am I not surprised?" By the time he's finished, he's made his way over to the four of you.

Ron glares daggers at him. "Leave her alone, Malfoy."

"Or what?" Draco asks. "You'll get your dirty, hand-me-down rat to bite me?"

"I'll do worse than that," Ron replies without hesitation, his face turning red with anger.

Draco laughs. "What, Weasley? What can you possibly-" To your surprise, Ron punches Draco square in the face, knocking him to the ground. Malfoy holds his nose, his eyes burning with anger. "WHY DO I KEEP GETTING PUNCHED IN THE FACE?!"

"Because you're rude and annoying," Hermione replies simply. She turns to Ron. "Welcome to the club, Ronald. We've been looking for another member."

"What?" Draco says in a taunting manner. "Fred and George weren't enough for you?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asks as McGonagall comes storming towards Ron, muttering something about "the third time".

Before she makes it over, you kiss Ron on the cheek. "Thanks, Weasley. I owe you one."

He can only stumble in a daze as McGonagall grabs his arm and takes him away.