Draco Malfoy imagines

•Moment of happiness•

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Draco Malfoy was a lot of things. An arrogant bully, an exceptional student, a loyal friend, a proud teenager, a boy who wished to prove himself to his father even if he didn’t necessarily agree with all of his dad’s views.

Draco Malfoy was a young man with a troubled background. He was mean, some would say, which earned him a reputation, many hating him for his behaviour. But those who knew him, who were close to him, who mattered to him, knew him to be a man worthy of love. He wasn’t just a mean bully who picked on people, he was also a loyal man to those he cherished.

Dark times were clouding the Wizarding world, many seeking refuge, some muggle-borns and half-blood witches and wizards hiding away from the inevitable attack, whilst others preparing to go head on against the Dark wizards.

Draco was conflicted, he always believed his father to be right, he always looked up to him, he was a firm leader in his eyes, but his views, the length he dared to go to just follow his ideology scared Draco. He didn’t want to become like his father anymore. He wanted to walk his own path.

He sat at the Slytherin common room, right in front of the large fireplace. Green and silver stockings hung on its frame, golden garlands levitating in the air, evergreens decorating the walls. A rather large Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner of the common room, its decorations consisting of the Slytherin house’s colours, freshly cut grass coloured glass balls and shiny, grey ornaments complimenting it.

“You seem troubled.” You wrapped your arms around Draco from behind the couch, startling the boy. His grey eyes met yours, a small smile spread across his face at the sight of you.

“I’m fine.” He replied as he hinted a small kiss on the back of your hand, before interlocking his fingers with yours, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. You smiled at the gentle touch, a side of his that not many knew of.

“I really want to believe you, but you are not very convincing.” You giggled lightly. You let go of his hand and walked around the couch, flopping down beside him in the least lady-like manner. You placed your hand on his thigh with your palm facing upwards, waiting for him to get hold of your hand. He didn’t waste time, he did just like that, missing the feel of your soft skin against his, warming him up from the inside.

“I’m feeling better now.” He leaned closer and hinted a tiny kiss on your temple.

“I’m the cure to your sadness. I feel special.” You giggled as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“You are.” He whispered, leaning his cheek on top of your head, enjoying the feel of you against him.

“I’m glad you think of me that way.” You tilted your head back to look up at him, his eyes holding a warm, loving gaze. You left a small kiss on his cheek, a sweet little smile appearing across your face, your cheeks heating up at the tender look his eyes harboured. “You know, sometimes I wish you were more open about what you feel. I know something bothers you and it kills me not being able to help you.” You squeezed his hand reassuringly, hoping he would finally open up to you.

Draco was a proud man, one that had difficulties showing emotions, especially talking about them. But the way he kissed you, the way he held your hand, the way he wrapped his arms around you, looked into your eyes and even the tone he used with you were all enough just to make you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

He always prided himself in being capable of anything, not accepting help from anyone, nor relying on others. But since you have come along, he felt like he needed you, as if you were just destined to be together, he couldn’t fight the pulling sensation he felt each time he caught sight of you. He thought of you as someone who made him feel like he was capable of anything. You made him feel invincible and he was hoping that you felt the same around him, because he was sure of one thing and that was the need he felt to be around you.