Harry Potter: Imagines, Smut, and Scenarios

Y/N catches Draco cheating with Pansy

 Moderate to extreme language, violence, and instances of Draco degrading y/n.

In the years I have known Draco, nothing could compare to this heat I feel when he is near. Thinking to myself, his shell, although thick and stubborn, is beautiful, his eyes glimmer with blue flakes, the grey clouds, and eyebags from sleepless nights. As much as I love Draco, he is drifting away; I can almost feel it. I worry for him; he is all I have left, Draco is everything I live for, what I rest to see, I must find him once again. Roaming these hallways, heading towards the Slytherin corridor, I was never prepared to find what I did.

Thanks to my other Slytherin friends, I was aware of the password for the Slytherin dormitory, "pureblood," walking in, I see his friends, minions, might I add, Goyle and Crabbe, both sitting by the fireplace. Their eyes find mine; they must know what I'm here for; as they tense, their hands begin to shake, their eyes filled with fear, I almost wish I would have turned around, left with my dignity.

My mind fills with curiosity, confusion, my heart beats faster, "Where is Draco," both of their eyes snap away; I lift my wand up, asking once more, "I said, where is Draco."

Goyle was the first to speak, cowardly but not as stupid as Crabbe, "y/n, look, he's uh, busy right now, isn't he Crabbe," as he jabs his friends' ribcage.

Crabbe, not catching on, stutters and shakes a bit, "Uh, yeah, he's busy, doing stuff."

A fellow Slytherin, not sure of her name, chimes in, "Oh, boys, don't you mean doing someone, haha. You should probably let Draco's little friend here on the secret."

My heart beats faster with each minute; I turn to this girl, "Direct me towards him now."

Her expression, humored but blank, "Normally I wouldn't do this, but I'm invested in whatever might happen now; he's in his dorm." Just as I'm about to walk away, she says a bit louder, "Oh, and don't mind that pungent odor of Pansy; she tends to sweat when excited."

I turn back, my eyes narrowed, lips trembling with anger; I begin to realize where he is and what he might be doing.

I ran, ran as fast as possible to his dorm, not wasting a moment, "Alohomora," I cast to his locked door.

My once narrowed eyes light up, he's fucking Pansy, my boyfriend, someone I thought loved me, was banging some slutty Slytherin, and behind my back, even worse, I wasn't the only one who knew, this might have been a reoccurring thing between them, and I was the butt of the joke. I can't express words; he and Pansy sit up, his eyes fearful but annoyed; Pansy, as always, wore a smug expression, probably why she resembled a pug. "Draco, are you fucking serious right now."

Draco, almost looking unremorseful, like he doesn't regret a damn thing, believing I'm his sidebitch or perhaps another fuck, looks at me, throwing the sheets back as he remains fully naked, comes towards me.

His face, although annoyed, a smirk remained, pleased that I saw this, "y/n, you were, and are nothing more than good pussy, even Pansy here is nothing more than a bitch in my bedsheets. You didn't really think I loved you, right? God, you're pathetic; anyone who wants more than sex from you is a fucking liar, y/n," grabbing my chin, pulling me closer to his face, he continued, "Don't.Fucking.Forget.It."

My wand, still in my hand, raises to underneath his jawline, although sharp, won't be attached to his head much longer. "You've fucked with the wrong gal, Draco. You are nothing. You're an arrogant, condescending, pretentious, toxic cunt who is obsessed with bloodstatus, so much that you'd take the dark mark for daddy dearest. Your father will never love you, Voldemort will never appreciate you, and I will never be another bitch in your sheets, ever again."

As I nearly mutter a forbidden curse, I hear the rapid footsteps of several people.

Turning around towards the sound, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, their faces showed tension.

Harry's eyes were flickering with rage; gritting his teeth, he pushed Draco onto the nearest wall. Instead of using his wand, he beat him over and over again with his fists as blood dripped from Draco's nose.

I've never seen Harry so angry before; he continued to beat Draco to a pulp.

His eyes were blinded with rage as his voice echoed, "Don't fucking lead girls on, Malfoy, never come near y/n or I swear I will blast you back into Narcissa's womb."

Hermione hadn't hesitated; she grabbed me, hugged me, and pulled me away from the scene; I stiffened under her touch. I promised myself never to cry over a man, yet, here I am, sobbing profusely as the tears wouldn't stop.

And with that, in minutes, my life changed forever; the man I imagined I would bear kids with, leave my legacy with, and someday marry has betrayed me and shall never have me, not as his.