Draco Malfoy Imagines & One-Shots

Phase

Note - This imagine contains mentions and use of Reality Shifting.

Y/n's POV

It was late evening. I was sitting on the bleachers of the Quidditch pitch. A Slytherin x Ravenclaw match had just ended. Slytherin won. I had gone down to congratulate the team. I beamed at Draco and hugged him.

"You played really well." He smirked as always, in response.

After he got changed, we went up to a grassy patch of land and sat there. We talked about the match today. I got an urge to say how much I love him, as usual.

"I love you", I said. In a split second, he replied with, "I love you too". I lightly smiled at him as he smiled at me. It was quite expected of him to say so. All of a sudden, I wanted to ask him something I had never asked before.

"Why do you love me?"

Draco's POV

"Why do you love me?"

Before even processing what I was going to say, I blurted out-

"Because you script it, love."

I soon realized what I had done. I had messed up. But I needed to tell y/n that I actually meant it. As much as I hated to do so, I had to. I knew, that whenever I told her that, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I dreaded the moment when I would tell her, but I had to, it's the best for her cause today...it just slipped out of my mouth. I have to go along with it now that I have actually started.

Y/n POV

"Because you script it, love."

My face turned pale. Had I heard him correctly? How did he know about all this? How did he know that I shifted realities to get to him? How could be possibly know about all this?

"What?!", I said, my voice breaking. Draco leaned and held my face in his hands.

"Love, I'm not real. You have to let me go."

Tears welled up in my eyes, making the corners of my eyes blurry.

"Draco, I-I can't."

"Of course, you can. You don't need me to live...you know. Right now, I can see a very strong and awesome person who can handle the whole world and still smile back at me."

Draco's POV

A tear rolled down y/n's cheek. I wiped it off with my left thumb, I was dying inside. Even I was on the verge of crying, but I knew I had to stay strong...for her, for y/n. She was the only person I cried to when times with the Dark Lord and my father got too much for me. She was the only person that understood me and accepted me for who I was.

"I'm just a p-phase, darlin'", I whispered but my voice cracked as much as I tried to avoid it.

"Y-you don't understand. You're the only thing that keeps me going...even-even if it's not realistic. Its my world and I'm the writer of it...and you...you do exist and you're the most precious thing I will ever have."

My heart shattered listening to y/n trying to explain why she needed to be with me. I pulled her to my chest. Her tears soaked through my shirt. I held her against me for a couple of moments. When I finally pulled away, it seemed as though y/n wanted to stay like that for much longer. I kissed the top of her head.

"I love you", I whispered. 

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"Of course, it is happening inside your head, 
but why on Earth, should that mean it is not real."