Draco Malfoy Imagines

Jealous

House: You Choose

Blood Status: You Choose

Warnings: None

A/N: y/l/n = your last name

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Draco's POV:

We're in potions class and my beautiful girlfriend y/n is sitting next to me.  We're supposed to be taking notes on Professor Snape's lecture, but I can't focus.  I keep getting distracted by y/n.  The way her hair falls on her shoulders, the way she momentarily meets my gaze with her beautiful eyes, and the way she plays with her quill when she's not writing are all driving me crazy.  

"Miss y/l/n, please come over here.  Potter is having... difficulties," Snape announces to the class.  Potter looks completely humiliated, staring at his rapidly blackening and bubbling potion. 

"Professor Snape, I could help Harry," the puffy-haired mudblood Granger shrieks.  

"No, no Miss Granger.  Your services are not... required," Snape replies cooly.  Snape turns and motions for y/n to go over to Potter's table.

Y/n nods to Professor Snape and grabs her stuff from in between us and walks over to the Gryffindors and sits down within their pack.  She leans over Potter's potion to find out what's wrong with it.  Potter looks up at her.  I can tell that he's using his eyes to undress her piece by piece, stripping her down to nothing but her underwear.  I can tell he's imagining her.  He's imagining being with her and doing things.    Things that only I'm allowed to do.  I feel my face get hot as she reaches across the table in front of Potter's chest.  I hear him inhale sharply.  My blood boils.  The bell rings.

"Two rolls of parchment on your successes but most importantly... your failures," Professor Snape stares at Potter sharply. "... of today.  Class dismissed." 

Y/n stands up and looks over to me and starts to walk forward.   Suddenly, Potter grabs her hand.  I can't take it anymore.  

"Get away, from her, Potter!  She doesn't need your slimy hands on her!" I shout.  

Potter looks utterly bewildered.  

"She can do whatever she wants!" Harry says in retaliation.  He's obviously trying to take her from me.  In anger, I rip Potter's hand off of her wrist and pick y/n up swiftly.

"Dray!" y/n says.

I stomp out of the room carry her to the next empty classroom and sit her on a desk.

"What's this all about, Draco?" she asks softly.

"Potter was all over you.  I couldn't take it, babe," I say, pulling y/n closer to me.  "I could see what he was doing to you with his eyes."

"Draco...."

"Y/n, he was up to no good. I had to do something!" I say.  She puts her finger to my lips.  I quiet down and then she moves it aside to kiss me.

I lean into the kiss and relax a bit.

"Draco, you know that I would never.  You are the only one for me," she says, resting her arms on my shoulders.  "I will choose you over Potter any day.  I was just doing what the Professor asked."

I nod.  

"I got really jealous."

"Tell me something I don't know, Draco."

She pulls me in again and kisses me like she never has before, deep and passionately.  I smile through the kiss.  Dammit, Saint Potter.

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A/N: This chapter was 555 words.  Thanks so much for reading!  Please comment your requests and suggestions!