《Harry Potter imagines》Draco Malfoy - Bullying
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You walked out of Charms with a faint smile on your lips. Another perfect test score, of course, you were a Ravenclaw. Just like your mother, and her mother, and her mother's mother. (You get the point.)
However, you couldn't help but feel like you were missing out on something. Yes, you loved being a Ravenclaw and cherished your intelligence above everything, but you wanted people to look at you for more than that. 'Maybe one day, just one day, something great will happen.' Little did you know that that day, was today.
As you turned the corner, you accidentally bumped into someone. You fell down and all your books fell over, you heard a shrill laugh as you looked back up to see none other than Pansy Parkinson and her giggling band of baboons.
"For a Ravenclaw I though you'd be smarter and not run into somebody like that! How unfortunate." You could feel the burning stares all around you, but everything else was drowned out by the snorts and giggles of the girls in front of you. Your vision started to get blurry and your cheeks started burning.
Quickly you stood up, leaving all your books behind and pushing past the group of girls. Eventually you made your way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and sat in on the stalls. You pulled out your wand and pointed it in the air, whispering, "Avis." A green hummingbird flew out from your wand tip and zoomed around the ceiling.
You smiled softly and got up, deciding to head back to your dormitory, the on place you knew Pansy wouldn't be.
When you entered your dormitory, exhausted and tired, you couldn't help but grow suspicious of the package on your neatly covered bed. As you walked closer you noticed a small note on top of the package.
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You carefully picked it up and looked at the fancy writing on the top, "Y/n." You shrugged and turned it over, the envelope was sealed by a green snake, wax stamp.
You raised an eyebrow and opened it carefully, inside was a small card which you took out and read. 'Sorry about Pansy, also sorry that I wasn't there to help.' A blush crept up your cheeks and you smiled softly, unwrapping the package. There were all of your books, together.
Finally, something happened. You held the note to your heart for a second, then carefully tucked it under your pillow. Maybe, just maybe, this year would be different.
The next morning, you walked down the halls, circles were barely noticeable under your eyes. You had stayed up all night re-reading the letter with books. 'Who could have done that?' was the question that replayed on your mind.
Again, you weren't paying attention and tripped over someone's outstretched leg. Your books went flying and you slammed on the ground, definitely going to leave a bruise. Then it came, the shrill laughs and vacant stares.
"Haven't you learned your Ravenflaw? I mean really you are the stupidest person I've ever-"
"Pansy!" a voice shouted across the halls. You could feel the atmosphere become uncomfortably still and started sitting up when you saw him. The Draco Malfoy had just saved you from Pansy's wrath.
"D-Draky!" What're you doing here?" Pansy asked nervously, stealing a glare at you. Draco scoffed and started picking up your books, your cheeks flushed brightly as you watched him from the floor. He treated each and every single book with a delicate touch.
Suddenly you realized how attractive Draco was, the way his platinum hair was slightly messed up from picking up all your books, the clothes he wore wrinkle free, his tie perfectly straight, and his storming gray eyes set with a fierce glare on Pansy.
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Draco walked over to you and extended a hand, and rather cute smirk, to you. Lightly you took his hand and he pulled you up as if you weighed as much as a feather. "Leave her alone, Pansy."
Both you and Pansy gaped at Draco. "Draco," Pansy began, "wh-what're you on about?" Draco intertwined your fingers and squeezed your hand softly. "I said, leave her alone." Without warning, Draco pulled you down an empty hall and set your books down gently.
"Are you alright?" His storming gray eyes turned to a calming lighter gray which made you blush. "Y-yeah. I'm fine, just my knee is busted up a little." You kicked your leg out a few times and Draco chuckled.
"So, did you get your books last night?" You had totally forgotten until Draco said this. You opened your mouth and looked up at his sly smirk. "That was you!" Draco shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "Thank you so much!" You attacked him with a hug, which made him stumble slightly, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you.
When you pulled back, Draco still had his arms around you and he was beaming down at you. "You're very welcome, and I have a question for you, y/n." You smiled at Draco and nodded, "what is it?"
"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" Draco tilted his head slightly, and you were quite sure that you looked like a tomato. "Y-yes." was all you managed to get out. Draco chuckled and lightly kissed your forehead. You got up on your tippy toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. The smell of expensive cologne and mint mingled in your sense as you looked at the stack of books behind Draco.
'Sorry,' you thought, 'but you're second place now."
-End-
Alrighty! I really enjoyed writing this one! Requests and ships are open! This was so much fun to write, too.
I hope you enjoyed it!
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