Draco Malfoy Imagines

Spin The Bottle:

"Ready to play?" Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow and staring at the group. No. You thought. I am not ready. Somehow, Daphne had persuaded you to join in with the other fourth year Slytherin's to play spin the bottle. A game you had never played.

"Okay who wants to spin first?" No one spoke. You awkwardly shuffled on the floor, crossing your legs to get them into more of a comfortable position. Somehow, the movement made Blaise think you had volunteered. "Y/L/N." All eyes landed on you. "Take your spin."

Your eyes widened and you looked to Daphne for help. She meekly shrugged. "She'd never do it. She's a wuss. I bet she hasn't even been kissed yet!" Pansy shrieked. Scattered laughs spread from the circle. You clenched your jaw.

Without a word, you moved forward and grabbed the bottle. With a deep sigh, you span it. The bottle went round a few times. The crowd was mimicking 'oohs' as the tense few seconds passed by. Your heart sped up; whatever happened, you were kissing someone tonight.

The bottle started to slow down. You held your breath as it began to slide to a halt. Cheers and laughs erupted around the room and it was then you realised you had shut your eyes. Opening them again, you saw the bottle pointing directly at a particular person; Draco Malfoy.

You were familiar with him. Not really enemies, but definitely not friends. Your parents knew the Malfoy's but warned you to keep a distance. They had a bad reputation. Your face flushed red nonetheless.

Draco rolled his eyes at his friends, not looking to you. You stuttered awkwardly. "I can spin again-"

"Let's just get it over with." He snapped, moving foward on his knees and closer to your face. You bit your lips gently, tugging it between your teeth nervously. He seemed to notice and his cold demeanor broke for a split second as he smirked.

Then your lips were touching.

You sucked in a breath as he moved his lips slowly against yours, taking his time. It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, how to move your lips, or where to put your hands. But then you settled on his shoulders, and eventually began to move your lips in time with his. The crowd cheered. You could faintly hear a grunt from somewhere and you assumed it was Parkinson, no doubt jealous. Or surprised. Probably both.

Draco's hands cupped your cheeks just to pull you closer and in to a more... intense kiss. You suddenly remembered where you were and pulled away abruptly, your breathing heavy and your face flushed.

You were shocked to see Draco's cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. You smiled slightly, sitting back in your place in the circle.

"I mean... woah." Blaise chuckled. "Who's next?" You couldn't concentrate. You were mindless to anything but Draco. How his lips felt. How cold he was in contrast to you. His good it felt. How right it felt. You looked up suddenly to see Draco staring right at you.

His grey eyes seemed warmer as he looked into yours. You could've sworn there was a smile, an actual smile, on his lips. Blaise was now making out with Daphne and no one was paying much attention to you or Malfoy.

With a smirk, Draco winked, then stood up. "Coming?" He mouthed. You took a quick glance around to see no one was watching, and no one actually cared, then stood up. Quickly you followed after the platinum hair Slytherin, cheeks red, a small smile plastered on your face.

You had never been more grateful for an empty bottle.

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