Draco Malfoy Imagines

That Big, Bloody Chicken Pt. 2 (Republish)

This imagine was requested by barry_allen012, hpfan7352, iloveusomuchxoxo, KokaKola1976, and CallMe_Slytherin!

Evidently, Wattpad didn't save my ending and accidentally published this chapter without the ending.  I have re-written it to the best of my abilities with about the same ending.  Enjoy!

House: You Choose

Blood Status:  You Choose

Warning: Swearing

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Third Person POV:

Y/n eyes Draco uneasily up and down.  There's a dead silence and Draco starts to sweat, his cheeks becoming hotter.

"What?" she asks, frowning in confusion.

"Just...  Please teach me," he responds.

"Are you serious, Malfoy?"  

"Yes, y/n.  I am.  I want to become better.  Trust me," he sighs pleasingly, leaning towards her.

"Why should I trust you?  You torment everyone and you're a big bully.  You're not nice to any of my friends," y/n says, hiding her face in her paper.  "Now please go away.  I'm reading about Sirius Black."

"No wait, y/n!  Please...  If you really think of me like that, then you can be the one to fix me!  I really want to change...," he asks.  "What happened?  I thought we were okay with each other...  Remember first year?  We were on good terms and we talked all the time!  Weren't we friends?"

"Yeah, Draco, but then you started hanging out with Pansy Parkinson the dog and Blaise Zabini the asshole.  You changed for the worst and I didn't want to be around you anymore...  You got nasty and we stopped talking," she says bluntly.  "You were the one who shut me out and I don't see any reason to help you now."

"Just consider it!  I'll be committed!" Draco argues loudly and a few Ravenclaws turn to look at him with.  Y/n shakes her head and folds her paper with a sigh.  She tucks it under her arm and stands up, leaving Draco alone and heartbroken.

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Large bags under his eyes, Draco picks up his bookbag and heads to class.  It's been three weeks since his proposal was rejected by y/n and his happiness has slowly deteriorated, mainly because he was stuck thinking about what y/n had said.  With the addition of his arm being healed fully so that he had no way of attracting any more attention from any of his schoolmates or making Harry Potter and the other  Gryffindors' lives hard, he had nothing to do with his time other than school work, which left his mood in the gutter.  He would often walk aimlessly through the halls, avoid his group of Slytherins, and lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about y/n.  To his fellow third years, this was extremely puzzling because they'd come to see him as the abrasive daddy's boy bully and they eagerly started gossiping about him. 

"Did you hear what happened with Malfoy?  He's been acting weird for a long time...," a Hufflepuff stage whispers to a Gryffindor girl.

"He got rejected!  The guy was practically kicked to the curb!  I heard it was brutal!" the Gryffindor smiles back with a laugh.

"I heard that he confessed his love for y/n y/l/n with a love poem and a bouquet of flowers!  She slapped him across the face and screamed!" a Ravenclaw pipes up.