draco malfoy imagines

lockdown (pt. 2)

Summary: What happened after Y/N and Draco shared a kiss and fell asleep together?

Warnings: just a shit ton of fluff☺️

House: Slytherin
Year: 3

A/N: a l o t of you asked for this lmao so I'm here to deliver. also part 3 of "over the years" is currently being written but idk how long it'll take bc it's a long imagine and I still have a couple other requests so patience is key💅

•••

You and Draco had fallen asleep. His arms were wrapped protectively around you, the both of you laying on your sides as his chin was gently relaxed on the top of your head. Soft snores escaped Draco's mouth as your face was smushed into his chest.

Dumbledore and Snape conversed as they walked through the open pathway between the many rows of sleeping bags.

"I am quite convinced the castle is safe, and I am more than willing to send the students back to their houses."

Before Snape could reply to Dumbledore, they both stopped in their tracks as their eyes fell upon two Slytherin students cuddled together in the same sleeping bag.

The two professors immediately recognized the students as you and Malfoy. Dumbledore smiled lightly at the sight of young love as a faint smirk appeared on Snape's face.

Snape had always harbored suspicions that there was some sort of spark between you and Draco. It was rather obvious in the way you and the blond boy would sit next to each other every Potions class, only to bicker and playfully tease each other the entire time. And how, despite your incessant bickering, there were still many moments where Draco showed his soft spot for you. And even the way Draco would sneak glances at you when you weren't looking- or the other way around.

Snape noticed it all. It was partly the reason he paired you and Draco up together every time there was a project in Potions. He supposed it paid off now.

"It's not surprising, really," Snape said in his monotone voice that juxtaposed the smirk on his face.

"I don't disagree," Dumbledore replied facetiously before the pair continued walking.

•••

That night, Draco had a dream. He had dreamt of you. In the dream, the two of you were in an endless field of flowers. Draco couldn't depict exactly what type of flowers they were, but that wasn't important. At least, not to him. He was more focused on you.

The dream presented itself in flashes through Draco's brain. There were flashes of you running recklessly through the flower field, laughing loudly as if there wasn't a single imperfection in the world. There were flashes where you held out your hand to Draco- a gentle grin on your face as the rays of the sun accentuated your beautiful features and made your y/s/c skin glow. And near the end of his dream, there were flashes of you smiling and pointing to the sky where the sun was setting. The colors in the sky resembled a fresh wound, adorned by a delightful blend of purples and reds and all the colors in between.

It was like heaven.

The whole scenario was ridiculously cliché, but it was a dream. Dreams were generally supposed to be cliché. They were an escape from reality- a way for a person to lose themself in a perfect world where they can forget about all their troubles that haunted them back in the real world.