Draco Malfoy Imagines

Done:

Warning: bullying ((you guys are all Beyoutiful))

I was officially done.

Done of being abused, physically and emotionally.

Done with being laughed at, not laughed with.

Done with crying, always crying.

I was done.

"Y/L/N! I've been looking for you everywhere!" Even the trio laughed. They laughed at what the Slytherin's said. Everyone laughed at what they said. My feet carried me faster. I needed to get away from them. All of them.

"Aww, look Draco it's running. Is it a little scaredy kitten?" I discreetly rolled my eyes at how pathetic Pansy was. Despite this, laughter rang out through the gang of Slytherin's.

"Good job she can't run too fast. Look at her, she's practically a walrus!" I slowed down, feeling the weight of their comments crash down on me. The sound of the laughter made my head spin. My legs nearly gave way.

Suddenly my back was on the wall. My eyes closed instinctively. I felt a hot breath on my neck; I instantly knew it was Draco. A hand ran up my side, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could feel dozens of eyes on me.

"Wanna come back to my room and-" He paused, gently stroking my thigh, "-have some fun?" I shook my head harshly. He chuckled, stepping back but not far enough to let me leave.

"I've had some sluts in my time, but not even I would have someone like you."

I shut my eyes, thinking back to when I was happiest. It was a Sunday afternoon, and I could smell the potatoes and chicken before they had come out the oven. My sister giggled as I threw her over my shoulder, running into the kitchen. The image of my mother was so vivid that it made a smile come onto my face, despite the current situation I was in.

That was the day I got my letter of acceptance to Hogwarts. The happiest day of my life.

Draco seemed to catch onto my smile. I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing me back further onto the wall. I winced.

"Y/N, you know I heard a rumour that your Muggle mum practically begged that old oaf Dumbledore to let you into this school. Is it true, Mudblood?" I tried to breathe but it was getting harder and harder.

"And you have a sister, right?" My eyes shot opened to stare at Draco.
"I'll have fun with her when she comes here. Lots of fun."

Something snapped. The thought of something happening to her made the weight on my shoulders explode. It made me feel physically sick. My fists balled into fists, and my nails dug into my palms. Years I had held back.

I was done.

"Leave me alone." I said quietly. Draco laughed.

"Did the bitch just talk?" I pushed past him and off the wall.

"Don't call me a bitch." I said. "Leave me alone." Louder now.

Draco looked angry.

"How dare you talk to me!" I rolled my eyes, visibly. I could see the crowd around us, but it didn't matter. This was between me and Malfoy.

"Years, Draco. Years and years." I came close to his face, so close I could feel his breath. "Do you really like me so much that you have to spend every second torturing me? And pushing me against walls? And honestly, you know so much about my family and everything! That's so cute!"

Steam came out of his ears. "Glad to see you have a big voice for a huge body. At least it's put to use in some way."

"Oh please! I don't give a fuck what you say anymore! You know what, Malfoy? I'm done! I'm done. Look, you happy now? I'm sad. I'm upset. I want to die. Congratulations! You've humiliated me again infront of the entire school but I don't even care! Say whatever you want! See if I care because I've probably already heard it before." I was shouting, red in the face  and angry. Draco looked like I had slapped him. Everyone was standing in shock.

I tried to push past Draco, making my way somewhere private, but he grabbed my arm. I thought he was going to do something. Say something. I flinched awaiting some kind of impact.

"You want to die? Go die. See who cares. You're worthless. It's better off without you." Draco released my wrist, throwing me to the side. I wanted to shout at him. I wanted to punch him. But I didn't expect that. That was beyond anything he had ever said to me. The whole hall was silent as I looked at Draco. He was breathing heavily, his jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists.

I didn't realise my lip had started trembling. I didn't feel the tears roll down my cheeks. With a small sob, I pushed through the crowd of people. The thick silence followed after me. I felt suffocated. I needed to get out of here.

Draco's POV:

I watched Y/N push past the crowd of people. I watched the shock on people's faces. I called her a walrus. I called her worthless. I called her a slut. A Mudblood. I've called her countless of other useless things which pass by my lips in an instant.

I just told her to take her own life.

Clearing my throat, I stride through the crowd of people. They made way. I half expected someone to follow. No one did. It wasn't long before I heard sobs. They echoed inside of my brain, making me feel crazy.

Reluctantly I made my way over to the source of the tears. Why did I hate Y/N? What even brought it on? My feet carried me faster. The crying seemed to be getting quieter and quieter, nearly non-exsistent. I shocked myself by my own voice.

"Y/N?" A body came into view. A body curled into a ball, shaking uncontrollably. It was her. It was Y/N. Her body jolted. Her sobs quieted. I took a deep breath before walking towards her. She stayed still.

"Can we, um, talk?" She sniffled. The silence that followed was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I almost couldn't breathe. But I was Draco Malfoy. This was child's play. "Can we forget about what happened back there? I didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry." I saw her body stiffen then she sat up. She looked awful.

Her eyes were red, her face blotchy. Tears replaced the dry ones on her cheeks, and her lips were wet with her own salty waterfalls. My heart broke at the sight. I was done with being the bad guy. The bully. I was done with hurting another soul.

I was done.

She gave me daggers. I stepped back a little. She rose to her feet. I stayed where I was. Rooted on my spot.

Then she was inches away from my face. I flinched, awaiting some kind of impact. She deserved to beat me to non-existence. I deserved to die.

She looked deeply into my empty eyes, so intently I felt as if she could read my thoughts. We stood there for at least a minute or two. It was the longest minutes of my life.

Couldn't she just get it over with?

Finally, she broke from the trance. She was rather beautiful. Like a broken angel. It took everything in my will power not to kiss her.

Then she was hugging me. Her frail arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing tightly. Her body wracked with sobs. I didn't realise the tears rolling down my cheeks until my arms wrapped around her waist. I held her protectively, as if I wasn't the one who hurt her like this. I held her like she was mine.

Like I loved her.

She sobbed into my shoulder, choking out an "I forgive you." My knees almost gave way at that.

All the things I've called her, all the abuse I've thrown her way.

And she forgives me.

She was a broken angel.

And I was done with watching her fall.

Hey so I was reading some comments and I wrote this a while back and I know Draco was reallyyy harsh and mean, honestly I hate how I made the reader forgive him so easily haha but yeah, I wanted a happy ending but know that if this ever happens in real life, literally punch them into next week.

okay thank you, I'm updating cause my old writing cringes me out, bye!