Draco Malfoy Imagines

Wish I was her:

Short: ((longer one coming soon))

I couldn't help but be jealous. Draco, the hottest guy in our year, everybody's crush, and... her. His arm was protectively around her waist, as if she would disappear if he let go. Their love was evident.

Every now and then he would plant a kiss on her cheek, to which she blushed. It was hard to hate her. She was, kind, smart, beautiful. It was like she was in every house; always kind to everyone and there whenever she was needed. They were the power couple of Hogwarts. I wish I was her.

Draco whispered something in her ear, making her cheeks go redder. This time, she leant up and pressed her lips to his. They were one for PDA. When they were together, it was like no one else was in the room. It was just them and their love. And nobody dared to question the Prince of Slytherin and Miss Perfect.

Their differences made them compatible. He could make people do what he wanted with just a look, whilst she could brighten anybody's day by smiling at them. And when their hands were interlocked, they could do anything.

So yes, it was easy to get jealous. But it was hard to find a reason to hate them. Nobody's perfect. But they were perfect together.

I wish I was her.

I wish I was them.

I wish I was Y/N.

You are all perfect and beautiful in your own way.

Don't let the muggles get you down.