Harry Potter Imagines

Arranged D.M

(I'm to lazy to space out the sentences and stuff so that's why it's like this)

Draco:

"Hello love, did you hear?" Y/N called to you as you walked across the courtyard. You kept your head down, knowing she'd gotten a letter from her parents, and it was likely similar to the one you received from your mother at breakfast. Your pace quickened so Y/N wouldn't be in earshot of the rest of your classmates when she reached you. "You're going to ignore me?" she sneered from only a few feet behind you. In a moment, she had fallen into step beside you, but his voice was still loud when he repeated "You're going to ignore your future wife?" The murmurs of nearby classmates were blocked out by the feeling of blood rushing to your face as you stopped and made deadly eye contact with Y/N. Before you could hurl an insult at her, she turned to you with her signature smirk and coldly said "So you have heard. Mother and Father have picked you out for me" her upper lip curled as she spoke. As much as you wanted to smack that smirk off her face, you refrained and instead took a slow step closer to her. Your voice was a low whisper, so only she could hear "If you think I can't make your life a living hell, think again. I don't want this, and seeing the way you look at that Hufflepuff in Charms, I'd guess you don't want this either. We might as well not make this any more excruciating than it already is." You took note of the angry breaths puffing her chest out and fanning hot breath across your cheeks. Before she could respond though, you spun on your heel and marched off. Once you were a few yards away, you called over your shoulder, "Such a shame. I'd hoped my parents would have better taste" her jaw was clenched with rage and you didn't even try to stifle a sickly sweet laugh. - A few months had passed and, surprisingly, Y/N had been relatively kind during the few times you'd interacted since the courtyard fiasco. You'd mostly avoided each other, which was why you were so surprised when she pulled you into an empty classroom after dinner one evening. As much as you hated to admit it, the feeling of her fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist gave you butterflies. But once you were inside, you jerked your arm and she released her grip. "What on-" you hissed. "I need a favor" Y/N's face was softer than you'd ever seen it. It was so uncharacteristic that it almost made you queasy. Most of you wanted to say something spiteful, but you were too curious as to what could possibly make her eyes fill with desperation. You cocked an eyebrow, keeping a stern look in your eyes. "You know Cedric?" she murmured, "Well we've been seeing each other in secret and I'm worried my parents are catching on so... I need you to pretend we're dating." You pursed your lips as she continued "We both know this was going to happen eventually so-" But you cut her off "What's in it for me?" That's when Y/N's face returned to normal: narrowed eyes, an icy sneer, and a tight jaw. Her eyes flicked down briefly before locking on yours. Her voice was cold and dry as ever "I'll owe you." "You'll owe me?" You spat, emphasizing the word "owe." Y/N folded her arms across her chest "Yeah. I'll owe you." You paused for a moment. Maybe having something to hold over Y/N's head wouldn't be so bad, especially since you were doomed to spend the rest of your life with her. "Fine" you said firmly "but you owe me." - In all honesty, pretending to be Y/N's boyfriend was easier than you had anticipated. Nobody at school expected Y/N to be a super affectionate or attentive girlfriend, so you mostly had to hold her hand between classes and have her sit on your lap occasionally in the Common Room. And every once in awhile, you'd have to spend an evening hiding out in the Astronomy Tower so Y/N could see Cedric without people wondering why she'd left you alone on a Friday or Saturday evening, but you didn't mind spending those nights alone under the stars. The only really difficult part was when she called you pet names; something about hearing the words 'darling' and 'my love' roll off her tongue made your heart skip. You refused to acknowledge that reaction though. Sometimes, late at night, you would remember that you may have to spend the rest of your life pretending to love Y/N Y/L/N, and that made your stomach churn. It wasn't until one Friday after classes when you started to really worry about your feelings for Y/N. You were in the library looking for a book to use for a paper when someone cleared their throat beside you. Turning, you were face to face with Pansy Parkinson—a short, dark-haired girl in the same year as you. "Hi, Pansy... can I help you?" your eyebrows drew together slightly in confusion as you spoke. Smiling softly, she responded "Whatcha reading?" Pansy turned the book in your hands so she could see the title, and you felt her warm fingers ghost over your hand as she did so. You felt your face flush a bit and you looked from the book to him. You were so flustered that you didn't notice Y/N at the end of the stacks watching the interaction with a hard expression. "Um, it's just for a paper..." The look in Pansy's eyes was making your heart pound. Again, she moved her hand to the book resting on your forearm. She placed her hand atop the hand that was wrapped around the book. "Hey, I was wondering-" She started, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach as you realized what she was about to ask. But before she could finish, you saw her wide eyes catch on something behind you. You were about to look over your shoulder to see what had caught her attention when you felt a hand grasp your upper arm and pull you back. Suddenly, Y/N was between Pansy and yourself with her arm lifted slightly in front of you in an almost protective manner. Appalled, you hissed "Y/N" but you froze when she shot you the iciest look you'd ever seen. "Would your boyfriend be pleased to find out you've been in the library flirting with other girls' boyfriends?" Y/N's tone was stinging. Pansy's eyes narrowed at Y/N before softening and looking back at you. Her lips curved into a mischievous grin as she spoke "Oh, love, wouldn't you like to have a bit of fun before you have to spend the rest of your life with this git?" "I-" You began, but Y/N's arm—the one that had been protectively hovering a few inches in front of you—moved so her forearm was solidly on your lower ribcage. "Don't you dare speak to him" her voice was low and deep, nearly a growl, and you realized her other hand was holding her wand by her side. Pansy raised her arms in defeat and raised her brows at you before leaving the library without another word. Y/N didn't make eye contact with you as she pushed passed you to go back to the table she was working at before. As you registered what had just happened, your hand shot out to grab Y/N's arm and stop her. "Hey" you sputtered, but Y/N just grunted and shook off your hand. As you left the library, your head was swimming. Why had Y/N been so protective? Was it because you were her fake boyfriend? Or did it have to do with your betrothal? Or was there another reason for her reaction? Your heart faltered as you considered that last idea. But you decidedly ignored any potential feelings for Y/N; there was no reason to indulge the idea of anything serious happening between the two of you. Your parents had made sure of that when they'd arranged your marriage with the Y/L/N's. Things continued like normal after that day: hand-holding and the occasional peck on the cheek. You didn't think about those worries again until Valentine's Day. Y/N made little effort to celebrate the holiday, which would have made you nervous if you cared about the believability of your relationship. It wasn't until that evening, as you sat beside her in the Common Room reading a book, that she presented you with a Valentine's Day gift. "You don't have to open it now, but I figured I ought to get you something." Her voice was a murmur, and she sounded so insincere that it hurt your feelings a bit, even coming from a fake girlfriend. You nodded silently, toying with the ribbon on the box she'd given you. She pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before turning back to the conversation she was having with her friends. Later that night, alone in your dorm, you unwrapped the box. It contained a small box and a pink envelope. Your name was scrawled neatly on the envelope—too neatly to be written by Y/N. Curiously, you pulled out the piece of parchment to find a handwritten letter.