Harry Potter Imagines

Something Precious D.M

"Don't touch me you filthy little mud-blood" you sighed, why was it always you that had to stand up for the first years. You'd think that by now Draco would've gotten used to your scolding and would get bored of picking on the helpless first years.

"Draco! I told you to stop calling the muggle-borns that, lay off the derogatory terms you shit" you were pretty much the only person (other than the golden trio) that would stand up to Malfoy. But you were however the only one in the school who he would actually listen to. The two of you basically grew up together so you were used to putting up with each other. By now you wondered if Draco only kept picking on the younger years to wind you up.

"I'm just calling them what they are, don't be upset love" he said with a wink and his signature smirk. You don't know when it had started but somewhere along the line, ironic flirting had started between the two of you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it though.

"I'm not upset Draco darling; I simply want you to take that stick on the floor and stick it up your ass" Draco flushing a deep pink was worth having to call him these ridiculous pet names.

"Thank you, Y/N!" the little Gryffindor squeaked.

"You're supposed to be courageous right? Malfoy isn't even scary, he's very...ferret like." And with a wink thrown over your shoulder to Draco, you were on your way. You weren't by any means popular or well-loved by the school, it was more like you had their respect. You were still a Slytherin after all, you just stood up for the ones Draco and other Slytherins were especially cruel to. Simple name calling you could turn a blind eye to but the hexes and use of "mud-blood" was just unnecessary.

That was probably why instead of boos, you simply got applauded when your name was pulled from the goblet. You weren't in it for the 'eternal glory' you were just bored at Hogwarts. These deadly tasks sounded like something to get your mind off of everything, besides now that 'The Chosen One' was also competing, you had extra motivation to win the whole thing.

That being said...Potter tipping you off about the first task was probably the single worst feeling you've ever had in your life. The feeling of owing someone, let alone Potter, a favor. But he had saved your life, without his tip off you don't know if you could've won that task. I mean it was dragons, DRAGONS. But your victory meant fire-whiskey parties in the Slytherin common room for a week straight so you wouldn't complain too much. You definitely kept it to yourself though, the thought of the rest of your house finding out you were saved by Potter made you shudder.

"Surprised you're still alive Y/L/N, though I suppose someone has to beat Potter. His head is big enough."

"Don't look so happy to see me Malfoy" sarcasm dripping from you voice.

5 seconds of eye contact was all it took for you to be pulled into his arms, a breathe you didn't know you were holding finally being released. You allowed yourself a couple seconds to enjoy to be held, it wasn't often that you and Draco hugged despite having grown up together.

"I'm glad you're alive Y/N/N, I need someone other than mud-bloods to make fun of."

"Shut up Malfoy, don't ruin this."

"Don't fall in love with me yeah? I know I'm hot but you're not really my type, though being a pure blood does help" smacking his chest, you pulled away from his hold. "God you are insufferable, now help me figure out how to work this stupid egg so I can tell Potter and not have to owe him anymore." Draco was your one exception to the 'tell no one that you owe Potter rule' you set yourself, besides, you couldn't hide anything from him. He'd surely find out sooner or later.

You had spent weeks with that egg, trying to figure out how to open it without the deaf-curdling screams. It was only when you convinced Draco to sneak you into the prefect's bath (nothing in that dingy castle could compare to the prefect's bath), that you figured it out. Though it took an awful lot longer to decipher it but being even with Potter again made every blood-curdling screech worth it.