Draco Malfoy Imagines

Your No nose bald mans daughter

"Did you see that girl?

"Yeah, what about her?"

"She's the girl,"

"What!?"

"Yeah, she's the kid,"

"Kid?"

"She's You-Know-Who's daughter!"

"What? No WAY!"

The constant comments and mumblings behind my back I got, day in, day out echoed in the halls as I walked by. When I passed a group of people, they'd stare at me, fear and hate swimming in their eyes, just because of who I am. I smirked at them as I passed by, my jet black curls waving and bobbing to the middle of my back, my dark eyes, piercing theirs making them immediately turn away.

It was no big secret of who I was.

Voldemort was my father, that was it.

I didn't mind, I really didn't care what anyone else thought of me.

I'm a bitch, I'm evil, I'm in Slytherin for christ sake, it was all true, but honestly, did they all have to make it so obvious they were talking about me?

I stopped and spun swiftly on my heel, walking back to the group of Ravenclaw girls gossiping about me.

"You know, girls, if you don't have something nice to say, you shouldn't say it at all!~" I chirped, smiling deviously at them, one hand rested on my hip.

"Just go away, Morganna, nobody wants you here," One spat harshly, using my name as if it were venom while folding her arms over her chest.

I chuckled and smirked down at her.

"Believe me honey, I know that!" I giggled, "So from one Bitch to another, I'd shut up if I were you," I suddenly glared coldly, "You have no idea what I'm capable of..." I finished, grabbing her by the collar. She swallowed stiffly and grabbed my wrist rather shakily.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" She snapped, trying to get me to loosen my grip, her voice wavering slightly in fear,

"You know what? I don't think I will," I laughed, "I think I might have a little fun, honey," I taunted, smirking as I pulled out my wand.

"NO! GET OFF ME!" She shrieked, drawing more attention to us.

Other students started to gather in a circle around us wanting to see what was happening.

I threw her to the ground in the centre of the newly formed circle with a loud 'thud'.

"Guess what, I don't take shit from nasty little whores like you, so shut up and listen!" I yelled down at her quivering form. "You think you're tough, you think you can bitch about me," I walked around the circle, tapping my wand in my fingers evilly, "Well I've got news for you, I'm not someone you should mess with, got it?" I leaned down to her; she had tears forming in her eyes. "Now, you're going to shut up and help me demonstrate just what happens to people like you..."I growled hauling her up and pointing my wand to her neck.

"Please, stop it, please; I'm sorry, get off me!" She pleaded helplessly, genuinely afraid of what I might do to her especially considering whom my father was.

"Morgan, stop it," I whipped my head around sharply to see Draco pushing his way to the front of the circle.

"Draco, what is it?" I groaned impatiently.

"You know you can't do that here, drop her and give her a kick, that should be enough," He pointed out that what I was doing could get me expelled.