Draco Malfoy Imagines

Misfit Pt. 2

This imagine was requested by wild_wilted_rose and HarryPotterGeek1397!

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pure or Halfblood

Warning: Swearing

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"SHE FUCKING WHAT?!" Ron yells as Collin Creavy tries to hide from Ron's spew of saliva coming out of his mouth.

"Ron!  Stop!  You're scaring Collin!" Hermione sighs, wrapping her arms around him tenderly.

"I can't believe it!  She-she...!" Ron splutters.  "Is it really true, Creavy?!"

"Yes," Collin replies timidly.  "I saw it with my own eyes.  Malfoy and y/n were walking together in the halls.  I was scared of Malfoy so I hid behind a suit of armour.  She was laughing and smiling.  Then they kissed each other!  Tongue and all!  I saw it!  Then Malfoy and y/n-"

"SHUT UP, COLLIN!" Ron shouts in his face.  Hermione holds him back and pulls Ron swiftly to a couch. 

"Sit down and calm yourself.  There's something wrong here.  Y/n wouldn't do this.  Even if she's mad for us being in that closet together, she wouldn't go to those lengths to get back at us. Y/n is far too sensible," Hermione says confidently.

"Y/n what now?" Harry says, walking casually into the common room and plopping himself next to Ron.

"Collin Creavy saw y/n and Malfoy kissing," Hermione explains.  

"No way!" Harry gasps.  "Malfoy?!

"Yeah.  Collin was a witness," Hermione sighs.  

"Never woulda thought that y/n would go for a guy like him," Harry sighs.

"I'm still not convinced," Ron says with a firm shake of his head.  "Even with Collin's testimony.  I gotta see this for myself."

With that, Ron stands up, walking straight out of the portrait hole.  

"Wait for us!  Ron!" Harry shouts, following his lead.

"What about us, Ron?!" Hermione gasps, dashing out, too.  The trio head down the staircases and into the hallways, searching for you.  Ron clenches his fist ad he turns the corner, Hermione trying to get him to calm down, attempting to remind him that they're together now.  Harry just shrugs and follows behind.  Getting to the courtyard, Ron freezes.  The proof is now right in front of his face.  Sitting on a bench in the warm spring air as the sun sets in the distance, you and Draco Malfoy hold hands.  You're smiling an actual genuine smile, something Ron hasn't seen in weeks.  Her eyes dart to the ground momentarily and then to Draco's.  Draco raises his hand and runs his fingers through your hair lovingly, making you grin even brighter.  Ron's stomach fills with jealousy and rage as Draco uses that hand to tilt your head in close to his and connects your lips.  His ears and cheeks red, Ron begins to shake as you kiss back enthusiastically, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.  

"Ron...," Harry says warningly.  "Don't."

Ron releases the tension in his muscles, a throbbing vein still protruding from his forehead.  he sighs wearily, turning his back on you and Draco.  He rests his back against the wall and sinks to the floor.

"I've made a mistake, Hermione," Ron sighs.  

"Ronald," Hermione snaps.  

"No, Hermione.  It's true.  I have," he sighs.  "I gotta get y/n back."