Draco Malfoy Imagines

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Summary: Tutor sessions, or lies? (Request, set in 6-7th year)

Warnings: Meh, just fluff

A/N: I’ve not written in a bit, so I hope this is okay, enjoy @rochelle-the-ravenclaw

“Top of the class again, Y/N! I believe some points for Ravenclaw are in order.”

You beamed at the test paper placed on your desk by Professor Mcgonagall, exhaling at all your hard work.

A few friends clapped your back, smiling and congratulatory, as your professor neared the table some ways behind you.

“Disappointing, Malfoy. I expect better effort from you next time.”

You spun round, just in time to see the 40% land on Draco’s desk. He simply met with Mcgonagall’s disapproving stare with his usual silver smirk, barely glancing at his paper.

“Perhaps, Professor, I’d do well with some extra help.”

Mcgonagall looked silently offended at this, the thought that her teaching may not be enough for this perfectly competent boy, but simply nodded her head.

And that was it.

You were cornered that very afternoon by the Professor, and offered the position of tutor. And ever the people-pleaser, you accepted. Even though you had much better things to be doing.

Your friends frequently conveyed their frustration the evening before your first session with the Slytherin. But you couldn’t bring yourself to share it.

And not because you enjoyed Draco’s company. No.

You’d barely spoken to the guy, who everyone in your common room cursed with joy, the guy who seemed to have enemies everywhere.

One conversation with Hermione Granger at the library, had you convinced he was the wrong sort.

But….he was also a challenge.

You knew he did well in every single subject you shared, so why this lesson? Why transfiguration?

You wanted to crack whatever wall he’d put up, and pull his grades up.

So, that’s all Draco was to you, you repeated on the walk towards the empty classroom, another achievement.

You didn’t need to like him. Just teach him.

The room was uneasily quiet when you stepped in, the familiar desks shrugging at you as if to say, “We don’t know where he is either.”

You set your books down on the nearest one, shifting your hair into a tight ponytail, the pre-studying ritual.

“I prefer it down.”

You tensed, determined not to show your surprise.

“And I’d prefer it if you didn’t comment on my appearance.” Draco blinked at your retort, his smirk never faltering.

“Noted.”

He slouched into the desk next to you, and you noticed something. Or, the lack of something.

“So, you’re late, and you didn’t bring any books?”

Draco gave you an exasperating shrug, tilting his head to fully flash that grin of his.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something. You’re the smart one.”

That, to your horror, was the tune to which each of your sessions played out, for the next month.

A month of no progress, a month of infuriating comments, and tardiness.

So when the next test rolled around, and Mcgonagall trailed around the class with the results, you were tense.

Not for your own, which you were relieved to see hadn’t dropped from last time.

For the blonde buffoon three rows back. Because you couldn’t recall a single thing you’d taught him, and was sure Mcgonagall would be disappointed with your inability to-

“An improvement, Malfoy. Keep it up.”

You balked, head whipping round to catch his signature smirk, this time angled at you.

“It’s all because of Y/N, professor. She’s brilliant.”

And then he winked. The damned boy winked.

And through your confused frown, the words ‘she’s brilliant’, couldn’t help but rise a heat in your cheeks.

“What was that all about?”

You slammed your books down, glaring holes in the boy seated in front.

The days had shifted from dark to light, and spring sunshine filtered it’s way through the usually dim classroom.

Draco flicked at his white shirt, pulling it down. A white shirt, you noticed, that didn’t do much to cover the muscles that lay beneath.

Not that you were looking.

You pulled your own cloak off, slinging it over your chair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It was you who scoffed this time, pulling the test paper from his open bag.

“A 70%. This is ridiculous.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, flicking his eyes down to where you pointed. “I think you mean to say congratulations. Easy mistake to make.”

Merlin’s beard this guy was driving you crazy-

“No, I mean, how?”

Draco tutted, removing his legs from their perch on the desk, and sitting up. “I’m trying my hardest not to get offended.”

His voice was like silk, wrapping around your chest, and pulling, and squeezing until-

“Well, then. Congratulations. You obviously don’t need my help.”

You needed to get out of there before you murdered the boy in plain sight.

His face was hidden from you as you pulled on your cloak, “I’m happy you find transfiguration so easy now.”

Somehow, you’d been taken for a fool, and he’d wasted all your time.

And as quick as you could, you gathered up your things, heading for the door. No complaints from him.

Idiot. You and him. You’d fallen for it.

What kind of game was he even playing?

“Y/N.”

It was the tone of his voice that made you stop. For you had never heard the soft, pleading tune to to it before.

A slight turn of your head, that’s all you gave him. You wouldn’t let him wink you into staying.

But it seemed he had nothing to say.

So you left, a scoff and a slam your final words.

~~~~~

The next couple of days were a guilty back-and-forth, an internal battle with your conscience.

You were losing.

Lessons, and lessons went past, and all you could think about was him. And how you’d left.

Regret. You regretted how angry you’d become, the way you’d slammed the door on him. But he was just so damn smooth, and unserious, it irked you to no end.

Confusion. Why the hell had wasted his time with you when he was obviously as smart, or maybe even smarter. What was he hiding?

Guilt. The panic in his voice when you’d left. What was that all about?

But nothing, not even these emotions could bring you to face him. So it came as a shock, and a blessing when a note arrived at your desk, one transfiguration lesson.

“Meet me at our usual spot, usual time. We need to talk. Please.”

Your friends had questioned it, when you left halfway through evening feast.

And for some reason, you didn’t tell them the whole truth. You had no idea what to expect, anyway.

What you hadn’t expected, was to find Draco sat, quietly waiting, books laid out before him.

With a look he’d never shared with you before, he smiled.

“Start again? I’m early, and prepared this time.”

You were speechless.

Well, not speechless.

“What?” Your mouth failed to produce any other words. Other than, “Why?”

Draco just shrugged, but with less attitude than usual, “A 70% isn’t exactly a 90%. I could really use your help.”

Although this explanation was half-true at most, and you completely despised the boy….you found yourself sitting down.

Flicking through a textbook to your current topic.

And smiling back at him.

~~~~~

To say things were different would be an understatement.

A big understatement.

And not because he was actually nice now, or because he listened.

And not because he actually got there on time, and smiled at you, and was pleasant to be around.

No, it was because all of these things led to a change in you.

Another month in this boy’s company, and you’d changed. Well, your feelings had.

However you tried to fake it, when he accidently brushed your hand, you felt the somersaults in your stomach.

Even the smell of him, so clean and yet warm, clouded your head with thoughts of Draco.

And not negative ones, either.

The world was truly going mad.

And you loved it.

You caught yourself looking forward to the nights with him, when you’d meet in the classroom and let time run away with you as you taught.

He did this thing, a sort of nod and hum, when he finally understood something, that always made you smile.

And that afternoon, when you smiled wider than ever, he asked you about it.

“What’s so funny?”

You froze, the pencil in your hand falling onto the table. Uhhh….

“Nothing, just a joke a friend told me at lunch.”

The drawling way in which he answered, “Right,” told you he didn’t believe you for a second.

You blushed in response.

“Okay, so what I was saying here is that the incantation is just as important as-”

Your words died on your lips, Draco’s hand suddenly over yours.

“What’s up, Y/N?”

You shifted under his gaze, willing your cheeks to stop burning.

He sensed this, somehow, and quickly lifted his hand.

“S-sorry,” He mumbled, a word he never really said. Not since he’d asked you to tutor him again.

But, over the weeks, you’d realised he’d never really needed it. You saw the test papers he brought back, saw his method of thinking. Like he was getting the wrong answers on purpose.

He had a secret, but somehow you didn’t care. You just, perhaps, enjoyed his company.

You put some distance between him and you, his scent making you seriously dizzy. Any closer and you were sure you’d lose control.

“You ready for the test tomorrow?”

A feeble attempt to change the subject. An attempt Draco graciously accepted.

“Yeah, I’m really starting to get it now. Thanks.”

The smile he sent you then sapped all the strength from your legs, and you worked had to regain some sense.

So much for changing the subject.

“Right, yeah. We both know you’ll be fine even without me.”

His smile faltered, allowing a flash of secret pain to surface, just for a moment. But that moment was long enough to have you worried.

“What do you mean?” He asked, and you suddenly felt guilty answering.

“It’s the last exam of the year. We leave for summer afterwards.”

And as if this truth had just dawned on him, Draco nodded, something like disappointment on his features.

Or maybe you were just being crazy.

That night, you didn’t sleep. Not when you’d left that tutoring session, your last ever one, with more questions than the student.

~~~~~~~~~

It was a bittersweet feeling, the test paper staring back at you. A 98% smiled welcomingly at you, and yet you failed to smile back.

Because just three rows behind, Draco was also receiving his test score. And you weren’t surprised when Mcgonagall said,

“A 95%, Malfoy. I think  congratulations are in order. The progress you and Miss Y/L/N have made is excellent. I expect the same level of dedication next year.”

Your last test. Last week in school before summer separated you and your unlikely friend, your tutor sessions a forgotten dream.

When the Professor finally dismissed you, the only goodbye you were graced with was a short, clipped, “Thank you.” And a weak smile.

The darkness of his eyes, it haunted your dreams.

~~~~~~~

You heard the stories, shuddered at the dread that filled you, when the words, “THE RETURN OF THE DARK LORD”, covered every newspaper.

The world was suddenly suffocated in fear, the entire country rocked by darkness. It all happened so fast, the deaths and the danger.

When september finally grew from the grey ashes of  summer, your parents tried to convince you to stay home.

You wouldn’t hear of it.

Because, of the stories, you’d heard Draco’s name. And going back to hogwarts was the only way to make sure he was alright.

You just needed to see him.

For fear of sounding crazy, you didn’t tell your parents this.

Just that you needed to go back to the place you’d called home for so long. That not even Voldemort would steal Hogwarts from you.

~~~~~~

Your fears melted away as soon as you stepped into the great hall, only to burn right back up again.

For yes, Draco was here. Visibly unharmed, and alive.

But, Merlin.

The gaunt, blank face that stared at Dumbledore, the hollow, pale boy that looked as if he’d not smiled in an age.

It didn’t look like Draco. It couldn’t have been.

He caught your shocked stare, holding your eyes with his own, cold, grey.

And then looked away. As if you didn’t exist.

No. You’d not allow that. Not after an entire summer thinking of how he smelt, how he smiled, his voice.

He may want to pretend there was nothing, but you cared too much not to worry.

So when he got up, halfway through the feast, you followed.

Crazy, you admitted, as Draco rounded corner after corner.

But it was this crazy that fuelled you on, taking you down stairs and through corridors until you ended up at-

The boys bathroom.

You didn’t think twice before entering after Draco, but did falter once you reached the mirrors.

Not because he’d spotted you. But the tears that reflected in the mirror.

“You never wrote.”

His voice was low, cracked and hoarse. Broken beyond repair.

You didn’t know what to say. So you stepped forward in silent apology.

Draco scoffed, “It’s not your fault. Perhaps it’s better you don’t talk to me.”

He stared, disdainfully, at the mirrored version of himself. “No-one should talk to me.”

You broke through your shocked silence, taking steady steps towards him. This broken mess of your old friend.

“What happened?”

Tears streamed more freely down Draco’s face now, your own quickly springing up to join them.

You’d never seen such despair.

“If I tell you, he’ll know. He’ll punish me.”

And no more explanation was needed. The rumours were true.

“Voldemort…he found you.”

He winced at the use of the dark lord’s name, but allowed you to step closer. Not to hug him, but to lift the sleeve of his shirt.

A snake, burnt into his skin, hissed up at you.

Your voice was barely a whisper, as you wrapped him in your arms.

“Oh, Draco.”

There was a second, a second where he hesitated, his arms stiff at his sides.

And then his strong arms held you as you both shook, rocked with the strength of his sobs.

It could’ve been a year, or just 5 minutes, when Draco finally whispered,

“I didn’t get you to tutor me because I needed help.”

You froze, face still burrowed in his neck.

The next words where whispers on your shoulder, sweet kisses on your soul.

“I did it because I was falling in love with you.”

The world did not stand still, nor did your heart sing.

Because the dark times were still approaching, the tattoo still burning on his arm.

All that you could do, was be there in that moment, and promise to be there forever.

“I know.” You whispered, placing light kisses on his neck.

You’d always known, even when you didn’t. That he was yours.

Requested– Yes- I hope you have fun at harry potter world! It’s super fun!! The butterbeer was muuuuch better than i thought it would be. Could you do a fluffy Draco Malfoy x reader imagine where they’re supposed to be studying but Draco keeps distracting her? thank youuu

A/N- I leave for Harry Potter world TOMORROW but its still a 24 hour bua ride ugh.  I also made a harry potter instagram account so go follow slytherin.says   :)::)))::)): also its a slytherin reader  Pairing- Draco Malfoy x reader Warnings- some thigh grasping idk man 

The soft crackle of the green fire and the soft swooshing of the lake against the glass created the perfect study environment for you. You were comfortably tucked into one of the leather couches, a green fuzzy blanket Narcissa, your boyfriend’s mother, had made you for your birthday tucked around your legs, and your potions book propped opened on your knees. 

Although many people hated potions, you were quite fond of it and had no problem with the long essay that Snape assigned. A loud noise to your right announced the arrival of the Slytherin Quidditch team, including your boyfriend, all of whom had just gotten done with practice. Draco’s cheeks were tinted pink and his blond hair was windswept. A goofy grin was plastered to his face as he strode over to you and gave you a long kiss. 

“Hi love.” You intertwined your fingers with his and rested your head on his stomach, looking up at him. 

“Hi beautiful.” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and his gaze wandered to what you were working on.”Oh! The essay on uses for salamader blood. I haven’t even started. Let me go change and grab my stuff.”

You watched Draco bound away to the boys common room, internally groaning. You loved Draco and he was brilliant, you and him were always fighting for the top spot in your class. But you constantly wondered how Draco ever got any work done. He was the most distracting study buddy you had ever had. 

You hastily try to finish up the paragraph you are on before Draco comes back. A few minutes later, Draco comes back down, his matching silver blanket tied around his shoulders and a stack of books in his hands. The soft chatter of people around them were slowly dying down, as it was getting quite late. The grandfather clock near the fireplace reminded you that the deadline for your essay was coming up. 

“I’m back.” crooned Draco, setting his books on the floor and laying himself on the lower half of your body, his arms wrapping around your legs. 

“Draco.” You laugh, setting your things on the table beside you and pushing your hands through his silver hair. You rarely saw this side of Draco in public. Usually the two of you were cool and collected, the King and Queen of Slytherin. But seeing the fact that all who was left in the common room were a couple of third years trading chocolate frog cards and Crabbe and Goyle, Draco’s attitude was a different story. 

“I missed you today.” Draco moved up and flipped the two of you so you were laying on top of him. 

“Draco, we had breakfast together this morning. And I came and watched the first half of your Quidditch practice today.” You laugh at his puppy dog behavior. 

“But practice was so long.” He wrapped his long arms tighter around you and brushed his cheek against yours. 

“You are ridiculous.” You roll your eyes and sit up, sinking into the crevice between the couch and Draco, your legs trailing across his stomach and grab your book again. 

The two of you sat in surprised silence and you managed to get through a page before looking up, wondering why Draco was so quiet. You soon saw why he was silent. 

“For god’s sake Draco, are you pouting?”

“I’m not ridiculous.” Draco said in a petulant voice and you lean down and press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Yes you are.” You turn back to your book. Draco was quiet again as you felt his large hand on your thigh, rubbing circles under your skirt. 

“Draco.” You warn him, moving the book so Draco’s hand fell off your leg. “There are other people here.” 

“Fine.” Draco sighed, dragging out the word. 

“You know I never get any studying done with you.” You set your book back down and lay down on top of him again, tucking your arms under Draco’s warm body. 

“Is that a compliment?” Draco asked, his hands coming up to play with your hair. 

“Not at all.” You rest your chin on his chest to look at his face. 

“I’m going to take it as a compliment.” Draco decided, bringing your face up to kiss you again. 

“I really should be writing this essay.” You eyes traveled back to your abandoned book. 

“No!” Draco’s arms ensnared around you like a vice. 

“Fine, but you have to help me finish it during breakfast.” You say, secretly glad you didn’t have to leave Draco’s warm embrace. 

IMAGINE: Draco knew there was something wrong when (Y/N) started fawning over a Weasley. Why the hell did she decide to like a Weasley when he was just about to ask her out? 

[gif is not mine. just a bit of fluff. once again from this prompt (x). a bit wordy once again.] 

warnings: swear words

words: 1.6k +

Draco looked at his best friend who was now currently fawning over a Weasley. A Weasley of all people! He stabbed his eggs viciously, then groaned when it fell off his plate. Can nothing go right? Since when did (Y/N) watch Weasley with stupid love heart eyes? And since when can he not eat eggs?

“Stop staring,” Draco grumbled.

(Y/N) turned to Draco, “Huh? Did you say something Draco?”

He rolled his eyes, “Stop staring at the Weasley, you might catch his Weasley-ness.” Draco scrunched up his nose at that thought. “Disgusting,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” (Y/N) placed a hand on top of the table and placed her chin on it. “I mean the way that he eats, it’s just,” she didn’t finish speaking, she just closed her eyes and smiled. And bloody hell was that a small moan emitting from her mouth?

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Blaise asked as he sat down in front of (Y/N). He followed her stare to the Gryffindor table. “A Weasley?”

“Like you can talk Zabini,” Theo piped up. He received a light punch to the arm by Blaise. “Dick.”

“I swear to god she’s been slipped a potion,” Draco muttered. It was the only explanation. She didn’t like the Weasley’s…the only ones that she can stand were the twins and they were long graduated, and the Weasley girl. Unless… she did really like Weasley. Draco shuddered. No, it definitely wasn’t that. (Y/N) disliked the Weasley’s, not as much as Draco but still.

“I’m right here,” (Y/N) groaned. “And I wasn’t slipped a potion. It’s just you know when you wake up and see someone in a different light, and suddenly they’re the only person you can think about?”

Draco sat there silently. Of course he knew, he’s been feeling that way towards her ever since fifth year. He was hoping to ask her to Hogsmeade, maybe join his family’s holiday to Germany, but (Y/N) taking a fancy to Weasley certainly put a damper to his plans.

“But he’s a Weasley,” was all Draco came up with. It sounded pathetic even to him, even though he would never admit it.

“Names are just labels.” They all watched as Ron walked out of the Great Hall with Potter next to him, then they turned to (Y/N) who started packing up her things.

“And where are you off to?” Blaise asked. “We have a free.”

“So does Ron, maybe I can catch up to him.” (Y/N) picked up her bag and ran towards the exit.

“For fucks sake, you’re screwed mate,” Blaise said as she bit into a muffin. Draco groaned and smacked his head against the table.

“Draco! There you are! I need help!” (Y/N) called out as she rushed to her best friend.

Draco placed the book he held in his hands into his bag, “What is it?”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” (Y/N) pointed to Weasley who was laughing loudly with the other Gryffindor’s. Draco gritted his teeth, he had to pinch himself because he knew that he would do some serious damage to his mouth if he continued.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re my best friend, you’re extremely attractive and Ron hates you? Please?” (Y/N) pleaded, then turning on her charm -she pouted at Draco. She knew that if she did this action he wouldn’t say no.

Draco internally groaned, fuck, it was that pout. The one that made him want to snog her, the one that made her adorable as fuck. “Fine.”

(Y/N) smiled and intertwined their hands together. Draco had to rein his gasp when (Y/N) took his hand. Fuck her hands were dainty and small, and so soft. He relished in the feeling for a moment. Unconsciously his thumb rubbed her palm, she threw a curious glance in his way.

Draco could feel sweat emanating from the pores of his hand, all he could do was pray to the gods that she didn’t feel how sweaty it was. He allowed himself to be strolled to the Gryffindor’s.

“Hey guys,” (Y/N) greeted with a smile.

“Hey (Y/N),” Hermione spoke, her tone friendly. Then she turned to Draco, “Malfoy.”

“Hi Ron,” (Y/N) greeted bashfully. The red-head looked at the Slytherin and smiled. Out of all the Slytherin’s she was by far the nicest he came across.

“Hi (Y/N).”

Draco narrowed his eyes. He did not like that tone. He clenched his hands, forgetting he was holding (Y/N)’s. She returned the action by squeezing his hand, almost to the point that he squealed out in pain.

He stood there awkwardly, looking at the trees, the clouds, anywhere but the group. He managed to filter out (Y/N)’s disgusting love-filled talk to Weasley. Draco was too focused in not being focused that he missed Ron’s weird looks at (Y/N), Hermione’s curious stare. He also missed Harry’s eyes widening in understanding. He sighed in relief as he felt himself being dragged away.

Once out of earshot, (Y/N) removed her hand from Draco’s. “Ew your hand is sweaty.”

How the hell was he supposed to reply to that? Sorry that my hand was sweaty, it was just I’ve been dreaming of holding your hand since fifth year when I found out that I love you, and I’m pretty sure I want to marry you and have children with you? And that mother and father found out that I love, so they’re now pushing marriage upon me? That my mother gave me a ring from the Malfoy vault, so when I got the courage to fucking ask you out and not fuck it up, I have the perfect ring for you? Unfortunately that was not how it happened.

“My palms get sweaty whenever I’m near something hideous,” Draco drawled.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Shove off, you git.” She laughed at him and linked her arms with his. “I got a date with Ron!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

(Y/N) stormed through the courtyard, pass the Slytherin’s and once she reached where the Gryffindor’s usually sat, she slapped Ron as hard as she could. “What the fuck, Weasley?”

Draco, as well as the other Slytherin’s, ran to where the commotion was. Luckily, they came at the right moment, they heard the gasps and the laughter as Weasley stood there dumbfounded.

“Why the fuck did you slip me a love potion?” Her teeth were bared, her hair wild and her eyes furious. She began advancing, making Ron step backwards, finally Harry stood between them.

“I think I can explain.”

“You better have a fucking good reason as to why I was acting like an imbecile fawning over Weasley,” (Y/N) spat.

“That wasn’t meant for you,” Harry yelled. Afraid for himself and his best friend. “It was for someone else in your House.”

“Who?”

Harry looked sideways, “Potter, I swear if you don’t tell me right now, I’ll hex your balls!”

“It was for Parkinson!”

(Y/N) stepped backwards, she laughed, “Pansy?”

“Ron and Pansy had a bet going to see who could slip a love potion,” Harry explained.

“That has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard! And so illegal!” (Y/N) looked wildly at the red head, she walked towards him. “You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances!”

(Y/N) turned around, her hair hitting Ron in the face. She stormed past the Slytherin’s. Draco chased her. For someone so small she really could cover a lot of space. Upon reaching her, he noticed that they were in their secluded space that they discovered when they were in third year.

“Ruin your chances?” It was meant to be an ‘are you okay’? But all that was going through Draco’s heads was; what was the chance?

She lifted her head and looked at him, “What?”

He gestured behind him with his thumb, “Before you left. You said: ‘You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances’.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “For the love of Merlin, Draco! Are you really that daft?”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise, “I’ve been trying to tell you that I fancy you.”

Draco pointed at her, then himself, “You like me?”

“I honestly don’t know why,” (Y/N) mumbled.

“You like me?”

She rolled her eyes again, “I think we’ve covered this. Now it’s your turn; do you like me?”

“Uh-huh,” was all Draco could say. He nodded dumbly as well. He must have looked like a right twat. “Date me?” He could have really slapped himself right then.

She winced, “Oo, when though? My schedule’s a bit busy.”

“What?”

“Merlin, I really hope that’s not the only thing that you’re going to say when we go to dinner next week.”

Draco shook himself out of whatever he was in, “Right.” He straightened his robes and looked at her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me next week?” He put his hand out to her.

She looked at it skeptically, “Draco, I don’t know if you know but dating isn’t usually a business contract. It’s usually not sealed with a handshake.”

He abruptly put his hand to his side, not knowing what to do he began side stepping. After doing that action for a couple of seconds, he gathered up the courage and looked at her. Draco saw as amusement was etched on her face, her biting her lip in order to stop herself from laughing at him. “How do you seal it then?”

**You are extremely talented in Care of Magical Creatures, Draco however is not. Dumbledore and Hagrid assign you to help Draco pull up his grade. Enjoy!**

You sat at a table in the back corner of the library waiting for the infamous Draco Malfoy. You had just been assigned to the job of tutoring him for Care of Magical Creatures the class you excelled in. You had read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them like 20 times you knew every detail front to back. After that you went on to many other magic-zoology books and memorized them as well. Animals loved you, you weren’t sure why but they were always drawn to you. You were skimming the latest issue of The Quibbler as you waited for Draco. You look at the clock it was 3:50! Draco should have been there 20 minutes ago. About 10 minutes later Draco Malfoy strolls into the library, a green apple in his hand.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him.

“You’re supposed to help me study, remember?” He replied cockily.

“Yes I remember you twit! You were supposed to be here a half an hour ago!” You were shouting.

“SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH,” that came from the librarian, who’s name was escaping your mind at the moment.

“Wow Y/n getting in trouble already,” Draco mocked shaking his head.

“Oh shove it Malfoy,” you retorted. Draco took a bite of his apple and sat down.

“Well, are you going to tutor me or not L/n?” Draco kicked his feet up onto the table. Your eyes shot daggers at him as you got out the monstrous book of monsters. You promptly stroked its spine as it opened up immediately. Draco’s eyes widened.

“How did you do that?” Draco was completely shocked.

“Well I stroked his spine and I don’t mock him,” you replied turning the pages.

“It’s a him?” Draco asked genuinely curious.

“Yes, Hagrid told me, and his name is Jared,” you finally found the lesson the class was working on.

“Oh, okay,” Draco took his feet off the table and scooted closer to you.

“Yeeeessssss?” You questioned. Draco was a little close for your liking.

“I couldn’t see,” Draco replied already reading the lesson. You couldn’t believe your eyes, Draco was actually interested!

You two spent the rest of your free period studying. Draco actually seemed genuinely interested in Magical Creatures. Just as the bell rang to signal it was time for lunch, you reached into your bag. You pulled out your copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and handed it to Draco.

“Here, I think you’ll like it,” you smiled and surprisingly he smiled back.

“Thank you, I’ll give it back next week,” he looked at you one last time before his face went slightly pink as he muttered a goodbye and ran off to lunch. You shook your head and made your way to the great hall.

You went and sat down at the y/h table and coincidently you could see Draco from where you sat. He was reading the book you gave him, and he was barely even eating. You smiled and shook your head, maybe this isn’t going to be as hard as you thought.

Next week came by quick and again it was time for a tutor session with Draco. You strolled into the library about 10 minutes early so you could find a new book. As you walked back to your usual table to sit down your things you saw Draco sitting there his feet up, once again eating a green apple. You walked up and sat down your bag.

“Well, early are we?” You questioned smiling. Draco immediately took his feet off of the table.

“Well I didn’t have anything else to do,” Draco seemed anxious which was extremely odd for him but you ignored it. “Oh yeah,” Draco exclaimed. He reached into his robe pocket and handed you Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. “I really liked it, thank you,” Draco said genuinely. You took your book and smiled.

“I’m really glad you liked it, Newt Scamander is an amazing person,” you replied happily.

“I agree,” Draco smiled. You couldn’t believe the way he was acting! He went from a complete dickwad to an actually nice human being. It was so weird to you, how he could go from one extreme to the other. It didn’t bother you, you actually liked nice Draco. It was just odd.

~Draco’s POV~

Y/n has been zoning out for the past 5 minutes, just staring out the window. I took the chance to study the features of their face. It was perfect really. The e/c eyes, the adorable nose, the h/hl/c hair that pulled everything together. I had liked Y/n for awhile but I kept it hidden, I didn’t think I was good enough for them. Should I tell them? I thought as I gazed at Y/n’s face. Suddenly Y/n came out of their ‘trance’. I quickly looked away, I could feel the red slowly creeping up my cheeks.

~Y/n’s POV~

You shook your head and realized you had been zoning out the whole time! God that’s embarrassing! You looked over at Draco and just managed to see his head turn away quickly. You smirked. “Like what you see Malfoy?” You asked flirtatiously, for about two seconds before you started giggling up a storm. Draco’s face was bright red, you felt kinda bad. “Hey I was just kidding,” you told him holding your hands up like you were surrendering. You sat there for a moment awaiting Draco’s response, suddenly Draco grabbed the sides of your face gently and kissed you. Your eyes flew wide open, and then slowly shut as you melted into the kiss. Draco’s hands caressing your jawline as you two kissed. It was perfect, except when you heard a flash. Both of you backed away and looked to see Colin Creevey hiding behind his huge camera.

“Oh this will look great in my scrapbook!” Colin said running off. You and Draco both took off running, but holy shit for a small kid he sure was fast. You eventually gave up after Colin ran outside. You had you hands of your knees and your head hanging down. Draco stopped next to you, red faced and out of breath. He smiled, you smiled back.

“Hey ..(breath).. Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You replied lifting up your head.

“Would you..(breath)..like to go out sometime?” Draco asked very nonchalantly. You stood up, eyes slightly widened.

“…You know what, yes that sounds great,” you smiled brightly.

“Amazing, want to go grab some gilly water?” Draco asked holding out his arm.

“I’d love to,” you linked arms and walked away.

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Draco 😊Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him absentmindedly nudging you away when he feels the sudden pressure on his arm or shoulder while in class or at the dining table, only to scoff when he realizes it’s you

-Him whispering to himself and getting piss at how reckless you are to just drop asleep the way you did, only to get a look at you and notice the bags under your eyes, making him feel slightly bad for judging you

-Him at first complaining to the professors, especially Snape that you fell asleep on him, only to have a slow change of heart and covering up for you

-Him poking at your forehead or your cheeks and smirking to see you flinch and hear you mumble, only to get pissed whenever his friends thinks they have the right to do the same and yell at them

-Him being deep in thoughts and getting worried, only to find himself calming down when he feels you so close and strokes your hair

-Him wrapping his scarf around you to keep you warm, only to deny giving it to you once you’d wake up and just avoiding any other questions you might have

-Him feeling bad that you’re this tired and just grabbing you to set you as comfortably on himself as much as he can without making it seem weird

-Him wrapping you tightly in your robe, only to end up holding you to him and staying that way until someone notices you both and asks him as to what he’s doing

-Him getting annoyed to feel you drool on him at first, only for it slowly turn into him finding ways to keep you from doing so just to keep you and himself clean

-Him just scoffing and telling you to watch yourself carefully the next time, only to hint at you that you better not fall asleep on anyone else but him

Requested:No Pairing: Draco x reader Warnings:None A/N: Somewhere between OotP and HBP. Draco trying to save you, his girlfriend and half-blood, from the war and himself. It’s general so any house can read. General 4AM angst. Inspired by and loosely based on the song “If I Could Fly” by One Direction. Also, this is my first ever Harry Potter fic/imagine sooooooo I hope you like it??

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“Please, don’t go.” You whisper softly, trying to keep the tears back. You don’t understand the change that came over him over the summer. Last year, you and Draco were the “it” couple. You made him a better person, everyone said it. You saw the side of him no one else saw. The kind boy behind the mean glare. The sweet words behind the malicious comebacks. The love inside his hostile exterior. He was so much more than everyone thought of him. And it pained you to see him so distraught. You knew he wouldn’t leave you on his own accord. Even being a half-blood with your dad being a muggle. He knew and he didn’t care. He met your family last year at kings cross when you said goodbye for the summer.

“Don’t you see, Y/n? We’d never work out anyways. It’s better to leave now than to hurt more in the future.” You can read him easier than your favourite book. Behind the ice he’s trying to produce in his eyes you see how much it’s hurting him.

“No, Draco. The time I spend with you is worth more than hypothetical pain! Don’t you see how much I love you?” The tears you tried so hard to hide officially spill over soaking your cheeks. You hear his short intake of breath and you see his pale hand automatically coming up to brush your tears away before he goes back to his cold, stoic, form.

“Don’t you see how this is hurting me?” He states, “how I am hurting and this is absolutely killing me?”

“Then why!” You scream at him, looking up at the dark star-filled sky. The astronomy used to be your favourite spot. It used to be a place where you could come and relax on warm nights in Draco’s arms. Recently, it’s been cold and bitter.

“Because I love you.” He pauses, seemingly trying to find the words to say, “And I don’t want you hurt.” You look back to him and take in his face. His pale features have gotten seemingly translucent. His eyes, which used to be so full of life and happiness and even the glint of mischievousness you fell for, are now empty, sad.

“What’s going to hurt me?” You breathe out in exasperation.

“Do you really not feel it, Y/n? There is a war coming. And if I could I would take you far away to a little home where we could hide away and I’d come home to you everyday with a smile on my face. I’d give up absolutely everything for you. I let down my walls and opened up to you. I showed you my heart. This summer, being away from you wrecked me. You know my scars, my hopes, my fears, my dreams, my wants, my goals, my everything. When I’m away from you I lose half of myself. You are the only person that truly knows me.” He looks into your eyes and you see the pain he’s hiding at this very moment.

“I still don’t understand, Draco. Why are you running from me?” You bite your lip, memories from the past year flooding through your memory. The sneaky flirting, the study dates, the hand holding, coming out to your houses and the entire school, cheering him on during quidditch matches, and dates at Hogsmede. Everything that suddenly seemed to be irrelevant in his mind.

“I told you, y/n. You’re not safe with me!”

“But why not?!” He grabs your face and pulls you to him, his lips pressing on yours and your arms going around his body as his warm temperature feels good compared to the chilly air that’s been blowing around you. He releases you and backs away.

“You know everything about me and I love you. But it’s too late. And I want you safe more than ever. And me leaving will help you.” He grabs his left sleeve and pulls it up to reveal a dark black tattoo on his inner forearm. He whispers the same sentence he said after your first date when you asked if he was always nice. “For your eyes only.” The realisation of the mark hitting you a few seconds after.

“Draco…” You grab his arm, your fingers wrapping around his wrist, his eyes pooling with tears he’s been holding back. No more words come between you for the seconds that follow that feel like years. You grab him and pull him close to you in an embrace and he doesn’t move, shocked that you didn’t run away screaming. He pulls you closer once he recovers and you both fall to the ground, entwined in each other.

“I didn’t have a choice.” He whispers in the silence. You feel a tear dripping onto your forehead, this broken boy who was born into a bad family, wasn’t bad. He wanted to be good. He wanted to be better than his father. You had known about his family from one of your many drunken nights together. He wanted to get away as soon as possible so he didn’t end up like them. And it hurt you that the boy you loved so much would forever be branded by his parents beliefs. You move your arms from around the back of his neck to the sides of his face, cupping his cheeks. Your thumbs wipe away stray tears and you look him in the eye.

“I know. I don’t want you to leave. I’m not running away. I know you. I know who you really are. I’ve seen the real you with my own eyes. Even if I’m the only one that sees it I will stay by you. And we can fight together. I’ll give everything, if you let me.”

“I don’t want you to die. I can’t lose you, y/n.” He is pleading you with all the strength he can muster. “You’re a half-blood. You’re not safe.”

Requested: Yes, I hope this is what you imagined

Summary: Draco proposes to reader after dating for a long time

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Enjoy :)

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Requested by anonymous

It was so hard being a muggleborn in Slytherin. You had to deal with hearing slurs on a regular basis and listen to people talk about how much they hated the group of people you were secretly a part of. And whenever you said anything you get teased or be given strange looks.

“Why do you defend the mudbloods so much?” Draco questioned after you asked Crabbe to stop saying that exact slur. It made you want to throw up whenever you heard someone say it.

“I just don’t see what the big deal is” you explained, doing your best to act casual “I mean they haven’t done anything to us. What does it matter who they came from, they’re still witches and wizards. Who knows maybe you could even be friends with one of them”.

“I seriously doubt that” Draco scoffed. What he didn’t know was that it was more likely then he thought.

…you having been friends with Draco before the war began, but when it finally started and he was revealed to be working for the Dark Lord, you never spoke to him again, even though you felt he wasn’t making his choices himself. …you working with the remaining pieces of the Order, but then you were discovered by the Death Eaters and brought to Malfoy Manor, where Voldemort currently resided. …never sparing Draco a single glance while you were dragged into the room to be ‘interrogated’ by Voldemort. …his face flinching and contorting every time you scream underneath Voldemort’s Cruciatus Curse, his stomach lurching with guilt and pain. …you being thrown in a cell in the dungeon, where Luna, Potter, and his friend were kept at the time, too. …him instantly going to see you when the Death Eaters leave, even if just to see that you’re alive, not caring for the fact that you ignored everything he said and the fact that the others were there as well. …him apologizing over and over again, hoping that you’d believe him at least once, but inevitably he’d have no choice but to walk away with heavy shoulders. …his mother quickly noticing his behavior, his father remaining entirely oblivious underneath his own fear, and him refusing to tell her what was going on for at least a day before he gave in, allowing them to create a plan to save you. …being let out of your cage by Death Eaters like every other day, expecting yet another session of torture – in other words, not what was coming. …him being perfectly stoic and showing up late that day while you were being dragged to the center of the large room, but then, as soon as the Death Eaters prepared to curse you, he suddenly moved in between you and the man, his face scrunched in fear and his legs shaking while he held up his wand. …you watching him in disbelief, waiting for the consequences he would surely suffer from, but then, “Expelliarmus.” …Harry and his friends suddenly charging in and moving to Draco’s sides to help him fight, him being the one who freed them in the first place. …him picking your week body up in his arms when Dobby shows up and fleeing with the others. …Narcissa smiling at the spot where you all disapeared while Lucius freaked out and immediately begun to apologize for his son’s insolence. …Draco working with the Order (most you, to be honest) from then on and you trusting him unconditionally ever since. (Requested by anon. Not my gif. Honestly, I find this one terrible and I apologize sincerely for that.)

Summary: You are smelling Amortentia for potions and Draco smells your scent and gets really defensive

Warnings: None? Shitty plot and kind of short

A/N: This was based off this really cute wolfstar text thing I saw. Enjoy :)

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Summary: Reader reunites with Draco after the war.

warnings: It’s super short

A/N: I made Draco stay and fight in the war. Enjoy :)

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“Please never take that off unless I’m doing it,” He breathed in awe and admiration as his eyes stopped on you in mesmeric glee.

Summary: You are in Hufflepuff and one of the kindest people in Hogwarts. When you and Draco go to the Yule Ball together, this shocks everybody.

Author’s Note: I wish there are more Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader imagines. 

To be honest, it was him falling for you. When Snape made you two partners for Potions. Every time he’d insult you, you would respond back with a compliment. With every compliment you gave him, he would blush a little and would start to fall for you. It felt like yesterday he was insulting you.

“Watch out, you clumsy idiot,” Draco said to you.

“You have such nice hair,” You smiled over at him.

“Is that sarcasm?” Draco asked you, seeing if he had push a button.

“No. You really do have nice hair,” You smiled softly. Draco stared at you in confusion. Then it happened again the next day. 

“You’re suppose to put in three elf dust not four! Can’t you focus?” Draco asked you.

“I’m sorry Draco. I’m not as smart as you,” You tell him.

This went on for almost a month. Until Snape separated you both from getting annoyed by you two. That’s when Draco started to miss your compliments. When you were reading by the lake, Draco saw you reading alone. 

“Why so alone? No friends?” Draco asked you. You looked up to look at him.

“I like to be alone. You look nice today, Draco,” you tell him.

“Why do you do that?” Draco asks you confused. 

“What do you mean?” You ask confused.

“You always give out compliments whenever I’m rude to you,” Draco said. 

“Because I like spreading positive compliments. Even if the other person isn’t as nice,” You tell him. Draco stared at you for a while. 

“Well, the Yule ball is coming up, would you like to be my date?” Draco asks you.

“Why? Why me? You hate Hufflepuffs,” You tell him.

“I don’t hate all of them. I like you,” Draco admitted. After he had admitted his feelings for you, this made you smile. 

“You’re cute when you blush,” You complimented. 

During the beginning of the Yule Ball, you ran into your friend Hermione Granger

“Hello, Hermione. You’re looking very beautiful tonight. Your date is very lucky,” You tell her.

“And so is yours. Who is your date anyway?” She asks you.

“Draco Malfoy,” you smile. 

“What?” She asked in shock. 

“It’s alright,” You tell her. 

“How?”

“He asked me by the lake. Oh, there he is. I should be off,” You tell her before walking off. Draco stared at you in shock. You were beautiful. You smiled as you walked downstairs. 

“Hello, Draco,” You smile. 

“You look beautiful,” Draco said. 

“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself. Shall we go?” You ask him. 

“Yes. This way,” Draco said holding his arm out. You held onto him before walking to the Great Hall. You were memorized by the whole scenery that you didn’t notice people’s stares and whispers about you and Draco.

“Is that Y/N with Draco Malfoy?”

“A Slytherin and a Hufflepuff? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“He would’ve been better with someone else.”

“Can you all mind your own business?” Draco almost yelled at the fellow Hogwarts students. They all stopped their whispers but their stares were still on you both. 

“You look cute when you shout,” You smile up at him.