Draco Malfoy Imagines

Not A True Slytherin - #27

You stood in Kings Cross Station, on the section between platforms 9 and 10, searching for any signs of platform 9 and 3/4. You had been looking for almost 10 minutes when a large group of people were hurried along the 9th platform. The group seemed to all be related, sharing the same bright ginger hair. The one you presumed was their mother began muttering about the amount of 'muggles' in the station. You decided this was your only hope of ever finding the train to Hogwarts.

You caught up to the party of 6 and watched as two of the boys began running at the wall. "Are you alright dear?" The small ginger lady smiled.
You didn't know what to say. You weren't even entirely sure what you had just seen. "Um. I need to get to platform 9 and 3/4 but I don't know how." You said timidly.
The lady just smiled. "Don't worry. First year is it?" She asked. You nodded slowly. "Alright. All you have to do is run at the wall. Once your through, it's on your right. You can't miss it." She informed as another one of her children ran through the brick wall.
You held your trolley tight and ran at full speed through the wall and onto the other side.

The scarlet train was utterly beautiful. It was mesmerising. The engine was spotless and the carriages looked freshly cleaned. It was like first class travel.
Climbing into the carriage, you lugged your trunk into an empty compartment and sat down alone. As the train began to pull away from the familiar station, children waved out of the windows at their parents as they got further away.
A young boy, your age, swept past the door with two boys trailing behind him. He quickly turned on his heals and headed back to your compartment. "Anyone sitting here?" He asked in an authoritative manner.
You shook your head, to shy to speak. "My names Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe and that's Goyle." He told you, sitting opposite with the two boys plonking down next to him.
The boy was rather tall for his age, with platinum blonde hair that was swept back against his head. He seemed wealthy and proud of it.
"So. What's your name?" Draco asked.
You stuttered before saying. "(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You gave him a half smile, being intimidated by his confident approach.
"That's an odd last name. Sounds almost muggle like." He laughed as Crabbe and Goyle joined in.
You became reserved. "What's a muggle?" You enquirer shyly.
"People of non magical abilities." Goyle chipped in, earning a quick scowl from Draco as if he was the only one who was aloud to talk.
Draco's eyes focused back onto you. "You're not muggle born, are you (Y/L/N)?"
You hesitated, unsure of how he would feel about you being born into a non magic family. From the way he spoke, it seemed he wouldn't like it. "My parents aren't magic if that's what your asking." You muttered.
Draco looked at you with disgust. "Well I'm a pure blood." He snarled, turning his nose up at you. "Blood status is an important part of being a wizard so don't think anyone will expect anything from you." He smiled evilly. "Come on. Let's go see if the rumours were true. Apparently Potters coming to Hogwarts this year as well." He smirked, glaring at you. Hate filling his eyes as he got up and left you alone once more.

The train pulled up to the end station and everyone disembarked. The first years were separate by a giant man from the rest of the school and led to a small hallway where you were told to wait. Your new professor, a tall older lady wearing a emerald and black dress and robes, Professor McGonagall, opened the doors you were all waiting in front of. The grand hall in front of you was lined with four long tables with a large number of students wearing black robes with four different colours on. Blue, Red, Yellow and Green.
The green table caught your eye instantly, drawing your full attention.
Someone bumped into your shoulder. "I wouldn't look at that table if I were you. You're never going anywhere near it." The familiar voice of Malfoy spat.

Boys and girls of your age went up to a small hat at the head of the hall and were sorted into houses.
McGonagall suddenly called out "(Y/L/N), (Y/N)." And you made your way up to the small stool.
The hat was placed on your head and it thought for a second before shouting the word "SLYTHERIN!" And the green table you were looking so longingly at began to cheer as the rest of the room just looked on at them in disgrace.
You walked timidly over to the smirking table and sat next to a girl who was in first year just like you. She turned to you, introducing herself as Pansy Parkinson.

Once the sorting was over and you'd had your food, you all began walking to your new common room. Pansy was strolling along side you as you followed the older years.
"Hey (Y/L/N)!" Draco called out, pushing his way through a crowd of 3rd years to get to you. "Don't think this changes anything. You being in my house. Your not a true Slytherin. Your just a filthy mudblood." He snarled, smirking at his own wickedness.
As you cowered away slightly, you gave him an evil glare, clenching your fists, resisting the urge to punch his pretty, pure blood face.
Pansy took Draco by the collar and scowled. "Shut it Draco. Or your father will be hearing about this from me!" She warned as Draco backed off slightly.
Draco turned and walked confidently away, not looking back at the two of you but instead pushing even older 5th years out of the way to get to 'his' common room.
You smiled at Pansy as she took your hand, hurrying to get to your new home together.