Draco Malfoy Imagines

Quidditch - #3

You were one of the three chasers in the Slytherin Quidditch team. You were rather good at it to. Since getting onto the team, Slytherin had only lost 1 time in two years. Today was a match against Gryffindor, the only house you had ever lost to. It was a fast paced game. Slytherin was 60-40 up and the snitch had finally been released. As Harry and Harper raced to catch the small, flying, golden ball, you continued to pass the Quaffle to your fellow team mates.

Soon enough, cheers erupted from the stands and the game had been won but something wasn't right. Before you could see who had claimed the match you and the rest of the team noticed something. The bludger was still moving and it was heading towards members of the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams. As the players ducked and dived to get out of the way, Harry bumped into George causing the two of them to louse control slightly. Before you could look down and see if they were both okay, everything went black.

What's happening? Where the hell am I? Did I fall off? Wait, I should really wake up properly before asking these questions. You thought to yourself in the state of darkness you could see. You opened your eyes slowly, sunlight hitting them hard as you squint to prevent the light from burning them.
You weren't on the field anymore. Instead you could feel a soft mattress and a pillow under your head. You could also feel something else. Your right hand was warmly tucked neatly under the blanket you were lead beneath, where as your left hand was above the blanket but still warm, wrapped between what felt like a pair of hands.

You didn't move your hand but turned only your head slightly so you could see what was happening. You were in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was stood at the far end of the room writing on a clipboard. The surrounding beds were empty and made up like a hotel spread. You finally looked to your left. Sat on a chair beside your bed, clutching your frail hand between both of his was Draco. His head was facing down at your still hand as he ran his thumb over the back of it delicately. His white blond hair fell in front of his face and his completion looked pale. You started at him silently for a few moments before you heard Madam Pomfrey start talking.
"Oh (Y/N) dear, your finally awake." She spoke happily. As soon as she began talking Draco had lifted his head up instantly and withdrawn his hands.
Madam Pomfrey walked over to you and Draco began standing up, not letting his eyes meet yours. Once she stopped beside the bed, he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and walked out with an emotionless expression.

Draco's footsteps soon got quieter as he walked away from the hospital wing and down the corridor. "Weird one him. He's been sat there for three days. Refused to move until you woke up." She announced, writing some things on her clipboard.
"I've been here for three days?" You asked, feeling like you blacked out only a second ago. She nodded. "And he sat with me-" You began before she interrupted.
"This whole time. He just held your hand and whispered things every now and again when I was on the other side of the room." Madam Pomfrey told you.
You lead there for a few moments taking it in. You'd had a massive crush on him since 2nd year when you started having Potions together. You would see him every day in the common room as well and had been friends until the beginning of 6th year where he became distant with everyone.

"How did I even end up here?" You enquired, still not entirely sure what happened on the quidditch field.
She set the clip bored on the table beside me. "Well. From what I have been told. A bludger hit you at a very high speed on the left side of your head and knocked you out. You also fell quite far which didn't help. Snape bought you in and you have been lead here ever since." She explained briefly. "You seem to be completely fine now. I just have to get you to drink some of this, and you'll be alright to go." Madam Pomfrey spoke, rummaging in the cupboard underneath the table. Handing you a cup, she pored some liquid into it and told you to drink it. It was a disgusting medicine that would stop you from passing out again and gave you some of your energy back. After doing so, she took the cup from you and said you could leave.

You walked back to the Slytherin common room and greeted by your friends gathering round to see how you were feeling. You explained you were fine and went to get changed while everyone else made their way to the Great Hall for dinner.
When you walked out your dormitory you saw a certain white haired boy sat on the sofa by the fire place. You walked over cautiously and stood in front of the empty side of the emerald sofa. His big grey eyes looked up at you and you spoke softly. "Can I sit here?"
He nodded timidly. You sat next to the slender boy as he looked at the ground.
"Can I ask you something?" You queried.
Draco turned his head to you. "If you'd like." He tried to speak proudly but sounding defeated.
"Why were you sat with me? When I was in the hospital wing?" You asked hesitantly.
He shrugged. "I don't want you getting hurt." He sounded sad. As though it meant something deeper.
You smiled weakly. "Thank you. Madam Pomfrey told me how long you'd been there." You confessed.

"Are you okay Draco? You have been really distant from everyone lately." Worry laced your words as you sincerely asked him how he was.
He sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm fine. I've just got a lot going on and I don't want to see you getting hurt. I care about you." He admitted.
You smile and slowly wrap your arms around him. He instantly does the same and you both stay like this. "(Y/N). I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out with me at some point?" He asked, unsure.
"I'd like that." You whisper, still wrapped in his arms. You feel his grip tighten slightly and smile at the fragile boy in your arms.

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So I was wondering, what houses are you all in? -A