Draco Malfoy Imagines

Arrangement Pt. 2

Description:  This imagine was requested by kaelynway, dracoooolover, cherylblossomed, stardustLone, Zoie1929, _Maya_Hogwarts_, Ashley-H, and Hogwarts131313!

House: You Choose

Blood Status:  Half or Pureblood

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Pressing your binders and reports to your chest, you rush down the hallway of Mahoutokoro.

"Can't be late, can't be late, can't be late...!" you mumble to yourself, turning the corner shakily, dropping some quills in the process.  You reach your classroom door and open it up with your back, pressing up against if forcefully.  As you enter the room, the teacher and the students all turn to look at you,

"Sumimasen, kyōju," you say shyly.  The teacher instructs you to sit down in the corner and turns back around, writing the assignment on the board.  The teacher's words and actions fade as you reach down to your school bag and pull out letters from last summer.  They're from Draco.  You open one up and stare at it fondly, looking at Draco's handwriting with its uniquely curled ts and slanted fs.  No word from Draco yet, despite his promise.

"You may be taking her now, but you won't keep us apart!  We'll be together until the end!  I love y/n and she loves me!  You can't change that!" he had said, but now, you're starting to doubt his words.  

"Does he really still love me?" you murmur to yourself.  The whole class turns around to face you, the teacher staring at you angrily.  She points to the door, telling you to go to the head of school's office.  You gather your things in shame and return to the hall, making your way up the stairs to face punishment for "disruption of class" for the fourth time this week.

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"Did you really get sent to the office again, y/n?" one of your new friends asks from beside you on the bench in Japanese.  You shrug, swirling your noodles around in your bowl with your pair of light bamboo chopsticks.  "Hey!  Y/n!  Are you listening to me?"

"Oh, yeah. I am," you sigh in reply.  You yawn and grab your bag from your feet.  "I think I'm going to go back to my dorm.  I don't care if I get in trouble for skipping afternoon classes.  I'm in trouble already.  It wouldn't make a difference."

"No," he says sternly.  "You'll be making it worse and I'm not going to let you get yourself suspended or expelled from school.  Stay here, y/n."

He takes a second to drink out of his cup and sighs heavily.  You cross your arms in defiance and turn away from him.

"Why have you been acting out?" he asks.  "I mean more than usual.  When you first got here, you were all subdued and quiet. When we first got to be friends, you were shy and quiet.  I could tell you had baggage with you, but I didn't ask about it.  It wouldn't have been polite.  Now you're angry and you grumble a lot.  It's affecting your school work and grades.  Everyone's afraid of you.  I can tell you're mad about what happened, even confused."

"So what if I am?" you grumble, putting your lunch down.

"What do you mean 'so what', y/n?  You're bitter all the time!  Will you always be this way?"  he asks.