Draco Malfoy Imagines

Azkaban Prisoner No. 71 Pt. 1

House:  You Choose (It's not important at all and you're 21 years old)

Blood Status:  You Choose

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"Miss, y/n?" a man says from behind a dark oak desk.  "We have an assignment for you."

"What is it, Sir?" you say, placing a hand on your waist.

"It's regarding one of our newest prisoners," he replies.  "It's Draco Malfoy.  He's been causing immense problems lately.  Ever since he's been there, the prisoners have started to get restless and violent and it's because of him.  He emits a strange sort of magic and it makes the others go wild.  He constantly mumbles about regrets and is in constant distress.  We've had to put him in solitary confinement, and thickened his cell walls, but the magic still penetrates them.  It's begun to get out of hand.  He's wild, he's crazy, he's a madman.  Ever since he lost his trial, he's become a changed man.  It's like some sort of dark element has taken him over.  We've tried to fix it with countless other people, but it hasn't worked. We're almost out of I deas.  What we need you to do is go and try to calm him and the magic down.  Try to gather information on it so we can understand it. You will be required to spend at least twenty-eight or more hours a week with him until further notice.  In Azkaban.  You start today.  Is that clear?"

You nod.  

"You are dismissed."

You turn around briskly and exit your boss's office.  

"Y/n!" your co-worker calls to you ask you walk down the halls.  "What did he want?"

"He wants me to study a prisoner that's causing disturbances.  It's not a big deal."

"Aren't you scared?" she asks.  You shake your head "no" and wave goodbye, heading off to Azkaban for your latest assignment.  It was your job, after all, to deal with insane prisoners who made trouble like this.  Why should this one be any different?

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You follow the guard down a hallway inside the triangular shaped building, perched on a small island.  The dementors follow you, sucking the happiness and each drop of warmth out of the air, leaving it cold and desolate.  

"Here it is," the guard says, his breath shaking from the cold.  You stand in front of a blank stretch of wall with a single plaque on it with symbols, a number, and a name.  "Cell No. 71:  Draco Malfoy.  he's our youngest prisoner.  Only twenty-one.  Just like yourself, Miss y/l/n."

You shrug his comment about your age off and watch as he waves his wand against the stone wall.  Magic ripples through it and he stands back to let you in.

"I will be here to keep watch while you are in there, Miss y/l/n," he explains.  You don't look at him again and walk through the wall and everything turns black.  You move through the thick wall like it's gel and you exit the other side into a dark room.  The only light is a weak magic one that's in the centre of a large, round room.  There's a man there.  He has bright, platinum blond hair that looked once like it was finely groomed and well trimmed.  It's a bit dirty from being in here, but it still looks silky and shiny.  He wears the prisoner's uniform, black and white stripes and it's relatively new and untattered.  You can't see his face.  It's in the shadow made by his head, which is lolled forward.  Draco Malfoy is bound tightly to a chair, the heavy enchanted chains keep him there and he struggles against them in vain, cackling to himself.  You can feel his magic wash over you.  Yes.  He is powerful and it's definitely dark, but it's not like your boss said it was like.  

"Who are you?" he chuckles under his breath, straining against the chains again.  He tilts his head back, straining his neck and you can see glistening eyes from under his hair.  "OOO!  What a pretty lady!  Come to see me have you?"