Draco Malfoy Imagines

Misfit Pt. 3

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House: Slytherin

Blood Status:  Pureblood or Halfblood

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The Great Hall bustling, you calmly rest your head on Draco's shoulder, sighing lightly.  Now, it's been months since the fiasco concerning Ron and not having to think about it much has been a nice change.  As of now, it had been an exhausting week with test after test and essay after essay due and now you're finally ready to spend some time doing absolutely nothing.  Draco chuckles softly and looks down at you.

"Are you alright, y/n?" he asks with a smile.  You nod, nuzzling yourself into his arms.  Down the house table,  Pansy Parkinson sits down with her group of girls, glaring at you furiously.  "Don't mind her, y/n.  She's just jealous."

"Who wouldn't be?  You're amazing," you laugh to Draco who shakes his head in response.  He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to his chest.  You reach your arm out and serve yourself a small portion of food and sigh into Draco's embrace.

"Ew.  It's love. Stop with the gushy stuff!" Blaise groans, sitting across from Draco. Theo, Crabbe, and Goyle come and sit down after him. Crabbe and Goyle quickly serve themselves heaping portions of chicken for dinner and stuff their faces enthusiastically.

"Slow down, you two.  You're going to choke!" Draco directs, embarrassed by their behaviour, motioning to you by his side.  Crabbe and Goyle's eyes get wide and drop the chicken on their plates.

"It's fine, Draco.  I can handle chicken.  I'm not nearly that delicate," you scoff playfully.  The others laugh and the conversation quickly changes subjects.  The Great Hall is soon filled to the brim with students and chatter.  The candles float overhead as usual and the atmosphere warms as the evening progresses slowly.

Eventually, the others get bored of the Great Hall and decide to head back t the common room for a few rounds of exploding snap.  Just as you arrive in the damp, empty hallway the secret passage to the Slytherin Common Room is in, you freeze in your place and let out an exasperated groan.

"Crap!" you grumble.

"What is it, y/n?" Theodore asks, turning to face you.

"I have to go the hospital wing..." you sigh.

"Are you not feeling well?" Draco asks, stepping in front of you and putting the back of his hand to your forehead.

"No.  I'm alright, Draco.  I just promised Madame Pomfrey I'd help out for a week and a half.  She's been swamped with patients lately," you sigh.  "Sorry I can't stay or the game.  Rain check?"

Everyone nods and reluctantly turn away.  You sigh and take off down the hall and up the stairs all the way to the hospital wing.  You push the heavy wooden doors apart and some of the people in the hospital beds look up at the sudden movement.  Madam Pomfrey, coming out of her office holding a glass of neon green bubbling liquid, sighs in relief.

"Y/n!  Thank goodness you're here!  There's much to do!" Madam Pomfrey says, quickly handing the glass to a squeamish Hufflepuff who nearly drops the potion into her lap.  "Drink up!"

The girl nods and meekly chokes the sludge down.

"Today I'll have you do some sorting and some brewing.  Being a sixth year, you're rather experienced.  Now all the ingredients are over on that desk, which I have set up or you.  Let's go now.  There's no time to waste!" she says.  You nod and take a seat, grumbling at the fact that you could be in the Slytherin Common room with your friends, watching Crabbe and Goyle fail at exploding snap.  You pick up the recipe and get to work.