Draco Malfoy Imagines

Misleading:

"Hey love." A husky voice whispered in your ear. Your heart instantly picked up pace and your face flushed crimson.

"Hello Draco." You and Draco weren't dating or anything. You were hardly friends. Draco was the most popular boy and you were pretty average, seen but not shown, loud but not listened too.

Draco, in short, was your crush. Your first love. The boy all of the love quotes and butterflies are for. And it's his fault. Your friend laughed from next to you at the colour of your cheeks. You nudged her, squinting angrily.

"So how's my favourite girl doing?" You felt your heart skip a beat. Normally you'd have a witty comeback or some flirtatious banter, but the use of 'my' and 'favourite' and 'girl' altogether took you back.

"M-me? I'm good, I mean, thank you, i Urgh, how are, um, you?" Draco chuckled. The sound made you feel dizzy.

"Good." He swung an arm over your shoulder. "And I'm great now that I've seen you." Fuck. Why did he have to be so damn adorable? It hurt your head.

"Well that's cute. But I've got to get to potions." Draco pouted.

"Don't leave me, princess."

"Piss off." You mustered up. "You don't really care anyway." Draco smirked. He let his arm fall from your shoulders to wrap around your waist.
You gulped unknowingly. Draco had a strange effect on you. It was as if the world slowed down and the only thing that mattered was that moment.

A group of voices started to call Draco's name. He looked over his shoulder and squeezed your waist in a side hug. "Gotta go. But I'll see you later." You wanted to push him off you and roll your eyes.

But you didn't have to. He dropped you and ran off to his real friends, hugging Daphne the same way he did you. Jealousy rose in you but you did your best to contain it.

He wasn't yours to get jealous about.

The common room was pretty much empty when you got in at the end of the day. You were exhausted. Snape caught you throwing a note to your friend, who sent one first, and put you and only you in detention.

You were going to rush upstairs when you noticed a familiar mob of platinum hair peeking out from the sofa. Your feet slowed to a halt. Talking with Draco always made you feel so much better about life. What could be the harm?

Rather than going to your dorm, you turned at sat down on the armchair, pretending not to acknowledge him. You took out a herbology book and flicked it to a random page. No sooner than 6 seconds than you had made your presence known Draco had snatched the book from your hands.

"Oi!" You groaned.

"What're you reading?" The voice that made your heart swell said.

"Herbology book." You replied.

"Boring." Draco threw it to the side, so it landed on the sofa. You took a moment to glance at him. He looked irritated. His arms were stretched out on the back of the sofa and his head was leant back.

"Draco?" You asked. He looked up to meet your eyes briefly. "Are you, um, okay?" A look of shock passed by his face for a split second before a small smile broke out onto his lips.

"I'm fine, Y/N/N. Just got into a fight with that bastard McLaggen." That explains the small bruise on his cheekbone.

"I hate it when you fight." You whispered. Fuck. I said that out loud.

"You do? Why?" There was no use in trying to hide it now.

"Because I care about you. A lot. And when you get hurt over petty things, it hurts me, cause I can't do anything about it." Draco looked genuinely taken aback by your words. You could've sworn his face tinted pink, for just a brief second, before the familiar cocky smirk returned on his perfect lips.