Draco Malfoy Imagines

a game of cards (remastered)

so like the title is dumb, but I have NO IDEA WHAT TO CALL THIS

Pairing - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings - nada

Summary - after playing cards you fall asleep on Draco :)))

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~Draco's POV~

"Ha!! I win again, losers!!" Y/n laughs, throwing the Monopoly money on the table.

"Merlin, not again!!" Ron cries, before grabbing the board and flipping it over. Houses, tokens, and paper Monopoly money rain down on us.

"FIVE HOURS!! I gave five hours of my life for nothing!!" Ron cries, face turning red. I snort.

"Calm down Weaselbee, it's just a game," I tease, and he huffs.

"Ronald!! Stop making a mess!" Mrs. Wesley shrieks, and with a wave of her wand, the pieces all zip back into the box, and fly back to the shelf. Y/n laughs, and I can't help but feel my heart flutter at the sound.

Sure... maybe I liked Y/n.  Fine, I'm pretty sure I was in love with her, but that's beside the point. I have to get over the fact that she invited me to the Weasleys for Christmas out of all her other friends. Over Luna or that Longbottom kid or Blaise or anyone.

"Okay, what game next?! I'm on a roll!" Y/n teases and pretends to crack her knuckles. I chuckle.

"Well, let me pass out some hot chocolate first!" Mrs. Weasley exclaims as she hands out steaming mugs of hot chocolate with a huge dollop of whipped cream and a drizzle of caramel.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," I say, as she sets the mug in front of me. Mrs. Weasley gives a laugh.

"Y/n, you never told me Draco was so polite!!" Mrs. Weasley exclaims, which makes Pottah snort, and Hermione laughs, getting whipped cream on her nose. I roll my eyes at them and Y/n chuckles.

"He wasn't always that nice, but I guess we rubbed off on each other," Y/n teases, and ruffles my hair. I try to not blush at her touch, and hopefully, no one noticed if I did.

"Why don't we move into the living room and play some cards?" Mr. Weasley suggests, and the chorus of "oo" and "yay" gives him his answer.

We squish into the living room--with Y/n right up against me. If she moved over anymore she'd be on top of me.

"I'm going to go to bed. Y/n and I have a big day of Christmas shopping tomorrow and I don't like coffee," Hermione exclaims, and we all bid her goodnight. Ginny wiggles in next to Y/n, with the boys on the floor and Molly knitting in the armchair.

A violent game of Go Fish was played, when Harry introduces us to a weird Muggle game called Spoons which was even more violent.

"Draco I--hey, give me the spoon!!" Y/n cries, as both our hands grab either end. I laugh, yanking the spoon, but she doesn't budge. I reach my hand, tickling along her rib cage.

"Ah, okay, stop, stop!!" she laughs, squirming in her seat and releasing the spoon. I laugh, bopping her on the nose with the silverware, and she swats me away.

After another round or two, Mrs. Weasley lets out a yawn.

"I'm off to bed, dears, we need to be up in the morning at 9 am sharp to have breakfast and go shopping so you all better be ready by 9:30. I'm looking at you boys," Molly says, gesturing to the twins. They scoff and wave her off before turning back to the game.