Draco Malfoy Imagines

you said you'd never leave (revised)

Pairing - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings - sad, fluff

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@-avadakedavra_

Summary - y/n shifts to hogwarts and dates Draco
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~Your POV~

Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three

"Fifty-fou--holy sh-!" You cry out, as you hit the ground.

"Ouch. What the hell?!" You cry, rubbing your head, before looking around.  Your eyes are still blurry with sleep with a strong scent hits your nose.

Cinnamon. The strong smell of cinnamon. You blink a few times wondering where it was coming from. You sniff around until you remember.

Cinnamon.

Your brain goes back to when you were writing your shifting script and you put cinnamon as the first scent you would smell.

You jump up from the floor, looking around. Oh my god, you were here!  You were at Hogwarts!!

And if you were here, then that means that-

You jump up and look around. You were in a bedroom. The floors were dark wood, and there was a door that led to the bathroom. There was a gray fridge and a small circular table in front of it. You turn around and gasp.

There was a bed. With silky green sheets, and a sleeping form.

"Draco... " you whisper.  You stand in shock, slowly moving towards the side where he sleeps.  This couldn't be real, this was insane.  You carefully sit on the side of the bed, as if you put your full weight on the bed, it'd disappear.

You finally get a look at him.  The rise and fall of his pale back that seems to glow in the sunlight, his platinum blonde hair hanging in front of his eyes, his mouth parted slightly in peaceful sleep.  He seemed so delicate, like one touch and he'd shatter like porcelain.

But you reach out a hand and place it on his back.  You can feel his heart beating and you smile.

"Wow... you're actually real... " you whisper, a small smile on your face.  You trail your hand up his spine, before running your fingers over his silky hair.

He stirs in his sleep, before his stormy gray eyes open, to look at you.  A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"What are you doing, flower?" He hums.  You scream and fall backward off the bed.

"Y/n!!" Draco cries, slipping out of the bed, and dropping down next to you.

"Ouch," you whine.

"Babes, are you okay? Did I scare you?" Draco asks, touching where you hit your head. You wince, but then you realized that freakin Draco Malfoy was asking if you were okay.

"Oh my gosh..." you breathe. Draco quirks a brow, not knowing if he should smile or be concerned.   You reach out your fingers to poke him in the cheek and he chuckles.

"Hon, are you okay?" Draco puts his hand on your forehead.  You can't even form words because oh my god Draco Malfoy is touching you... annnd he's shirtless.  Your eyes zone in on his stomach for a moment, before his words break into your thoughts.

"Y/n, you okay?" Draco asks raising a brow.

"Um... just so grateful to have a boyfriend that's real?" you manage to say.  Draco snorts with a shake of his head.