Harry Potter Imagines ⚠️Includes Smut⚠️

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Requested on Tumblr- Hi could you do a draco x reader from the promt list no 2, 11 and 12. With loads of angst but ends with fluff. Any house would do (preferably ravenclaw tho hehe) thanks love :)

A/n- Hi love! Offf course! I hope you like it!

Summary- After Draco and his goons distract you, you get a howler from your parents, leading to a break down in front of the whole school and Draco to come to a realization about his feelings.

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Year- 6th

House- Ravenclaw

Y/n= Your name

Y/m/n= Your middle name

Y/l/n= Your last name

Warnings- Parent disappointment

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The prompts off of my Christmas Prompt List on Tumblr-

2. "You've suffered long enough, let me help you"

11. "I said stop"

12. "Stop trying!"

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There you sat, History of Magic, tired out of your mind. It was double History of Magic, meaning you were stuck in the most boring class for 2 hours straight. Even worse, it was double History of Magic with Slytherins. Now, you didn't have anything personal against them but their reputation perceived them as jerks who will do anything to get their way, so you had a little bias against them.

You heard two voices chatting quietly behind you halfway through class, making you groan as you lost your place where you were reading. You looked behind you to see Draco and Crabbe, "Can you two shut up?" you seethed. You needed to finish this essay on the unit you guys had been learning for 3 months by the end of class and it had to be perfect.

"I don't know, can we?" Draco clapped back. You rolled your eyes and slumped over, your face incredibly close to your paper, trying to block out their voices.

Once class was over, you were only halfway through proofreading. "Bring your essays up and then you may leave," Professor Binns instructed the class.

"No, no, no!" you exclaimed quietly to yourself. You looked up to see everyone handing there's in and running off to lunch. "Here, let me hand it in for you," Draco snickered and snatched your paper from your hands.

"Hey! Give it back! I'm not done!" you pleaded. "It's time to turn it in," he taunted and walked up, handed it in, and turned back to you. You were on the verge of tears, if you didn't get a perfect grade, your parents would be so mad.

You gave him a glare, letting a tear fall down your face, and hurried out of class. You ran straight to the common room and began writing your sorry letter to home, you knew you weren't getting a perfect score and you needed to tell them before they found out on their own. You wrote about the two boys who distracted you, hoping that it was a good enough excuse.

As Draco entered the Great Hall for lunch, he looked around and didn't see you. You were all he could think about while he was walking there. The one stray tear on your face made him feel bad, not a lot, but deep down he felt a small sting.

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The next few days were torture, Binns hadn't graded yours yet and you were freaking out. The next day, at Breakfast, you had a bad feeling about the day. You didn't know why, but it was there.