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Draco Malfoy

A/N: Yay! Pictures! Thanks for the feedback on the last chapter!
DRACO MALFOY IMAGINE

You were walking down the halls of Hogwarts at night. It was your fifth year, and Harry Potter was in the year above you, so sixth. And I know what your thinking. You're not supposed to be out at night, but hey, you liked disobeying the rules, and you did it all the time. You decided, hey, it's night, I'll go to the astronomy tower. You had always loved the stars, thinking that you were meant for something more, something out there. But anyways, you were about to push open the door when you heard a muffled sound. It sounded like someone was sobbing. You shrugged, what did you have to lose?
As you pushed open the door, you saw platinum blonde hair and almost gasped. Draco Malfoy, Mr. Perfect, was crying. You tapped his shouldner. He whipped around and his eyes widened when he saw you. He wiped his tears on his sleeve and tried to look arrogant as always.
"What do you want.... mudblood," he voice cracked when he said 'mudblood', and you almost pitied him. You had two options. Be mean and tell everyone that the Draco Malfoy was crying. Or be nice and talk to him. Option two it is.
"Are you okay?" you asked. He broke down again.
"No," he sighed, crying into his hands, trying to find somewhere to hide. You sighed, he was still trying to be alone and evil. You gave him a hug. It wasn't awkward on your part, you had no idea about him. You had liked him since your first year. He tensed, then he started to sob into your shoulders. You rubbed circles on his back.
"Hey.. it's okay... just tell me what's wrong," you said in a gentle voice. He nodded, sitting up so he was facing you. He was a good amount taller than you, seeing as you were very short. Not Professor Flitwick short, but short.
"Can I trust you?" he asked. You nodded, even if he told you a very dark secret, you would keep it. He rolled up his right sleeve, revealing the dark mark. You gasped. "I didn't want any of this!" he wailed, backing away from you. You just got closer to him, hugging him again. He hugged you back. "Can I tell you something?" he asked. You nodded once again. "Ever since my second year, your first, I've felt this connection to you... and I haven't really felt this way before but I think it might be...." he trailed off, and you finished for him.
"Love, and I think I might love you too," you told him. He perked up at this.
"But, I'm..." he was cut off by you kissing him. He responded immediatley, wrapping his hands around your waste and kissing you back.
Seventh Year

You gasped. It was the battle of Hogwarts and you had just turned around to see a wand pointing at your face. It was Bellatrix Lestrange. "Avada k-" she was cut off by a scream.
"Avada Kadavra!" you gasped again. Was that- no. It couldn't be. But Bellatrix fell to the ground, dead, and behind her was the one and only Draco Malfoy. "(Y/N!" he shouted, running towards you and giving you a bonecrushing hug.
10 years later

Draco hadn't gone back to join Voldemort that day, he stayed by your side. You two were now happily married and were expecting a child. Draco came into the room, and he started to worry. "What if I'm not a good enough dad? What if kids tease him because he's a Malfoy? What if-"
"Draco," you grabbed his hand. He looked up at you. "You'll do fine," he would always be your broken boy.