I Can Only Imagine (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

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(A/N): I-uh- I didn't follow the timeline. I just realized that. So, um, yeah. Whatever happens in the first book is not going to be in the right timeline order. So like the troll, that is going to happen in this chapter. And also the broom scene. I feel so dumb.

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DRACO'S POV

Little did (Y/N) know that I was sitting outside the whole time. I heard the whole story about her father and what he saw her do and how he treated her. He actually met her father on a trip. He remembered one thing about him.

He was cruel. The way he watched his own son trip over his foot. (Y/N) was still living in Cuba because it was when we were 4.

Somebody just ran by me. "Malfoy?" Oh, crap.

I started to walk off, but judgment got the better of me. "I understand what you went through."

She looked startled, "No. No, you don't."

"My father wants me to be in his footsteps. I would get punished for doing things that I didn't mean to do. The way treats my mom, he is better off having an affair," I said looking at the ceiling.

"Oh," (Y/N) said. "I am sorry. I know you probably don't my apologies, but just know that." She started walking towards the dungeons. 

I started walking with her.

"I would like to put our differences away and we could be friends if you would like. But the contest is still on. Also, we all know that you are winning, such a charmer," I said, trying to make her feel better.

We are not that different, but my pride is right at the top of my list with my ego. I know hers is there too.

"Sure. You realize that we are not that different. No matter how you put it. We are not that different," (Y/N) said with confidence. 

"Yeap, I know."

"Good." She smiled. I looked at her.

"I think we are going to make a splendid friendship. You and me," I said looking straight ahead again and seeing Potter staring at us.

"12 o'clock. A jealous Potter," She smiled. (Y/N) started walking over towards Potter. "Come along."

"H-hello, (Y/N). I-I hope you are o-okay. I didn't mean to do that," Potter stumbled with his words. He then turned to me and glared at me. "Malfoy."

"Don't be rude to him," Flint widened her icy gray eyes. They look like mine a little bit. "This is my best friend."

Did she just call me her best friend?

"W-what? He is evil. He is a bully!" Potter nearly had a stroke. She fluttered her eyes. 

"And you're not? He is not the one who goes around getting into trouble every time he sees something different."

"I also don't go around acting like the hero," I added seeing the look on Potter's face as (Y/N) defended me.

We then heard a scream. (Y/N) had a devious smile on her face. "Oh no! Is Potter going to play hero again?" 

"N-no!"

"Everybody to the Great Hall! Everybody to the Great Hall," Filch was yelling. I grabbed (Y/N)'s hand.

"Wait! I have a plan," (Y/N) said. 

"Hm. What are you thinking?" I questioned as she pulled me towards the girl's bathroom on the first floor where we heard growling. "Wait you want to play hero?"

"I am here to save someone. SO. Yeah," She said and cupped her hands over her mouth. "Hermoine Granger! Hermoine?"

"Why are you calling out to the Mudblood?" 

"Because that Mudblood, happens to be my tutor and friend," She said disgustedly. I guess I should stop calling people Mudblood.

"Hermoine!" She yelled once more before we heard a scream. It was Granger for sure. (Y/N) started to run to the bathroom and stopped short when she saw that the door wasn't on its hinges. 

I quickly walked over. We stepped through the wreckage and saw the troll standing over Hermoine.

(Y/N) pulled out her wand and pointed it at the troll. "Avada Kedavra." It fell to the floor. 

I stared at her in amazement. We really aren't supposed to be using the Unforgivable Curses, but I hope they let her slide. 

"Hermoine! Are you okay?" (Y/N) bent over and checked her over. "You should go to Madam Pomfrey and never tell anyone about what I did, especially to Potter. Understood?"

"Yes, I understand. Thank you." Hermoine quickly left.

"So. When were you going to tell me that you can do the Killing Curses?" I asked angrily. "If we are to be best friends I need to know things."

All she did was grab my hand pull me outside towards a tree.

(Y/N)'S POV

I grabbed Draco's hand and dragged him to my tree by the Black Lake. Sitting down, I patted the spot next to me and indicated that he should sit down.

"I know you know who my father is. And what he has done to me. Or so you think. Mixing two ancient bloodlines makes me the strongest witch out there. He was using me as a tool. He is a Death Eater just like your father. He believed that Lord Voldemort was whispering to him that I could be used as a weapon. Papa taught me how to do everything. I can even Apparate. When I got something wrong, Papa would hit me. Looking back, he was very abusive. It got worse when Marcus would help me. I-I." I started crying. 

Draco wrapped his arms around me. I was shocked at first, then I hugged back. 

"My father is kind of like that. Though he never taught me one single thing except for power. I was never that powerful. Not nearly as much as you are. How do you Granger won't snitch?" Draco asked suddenly.

I wiped my face. "She knows about what happened with my father. She found me crying here once. I had opened a letter from my father saying that I can't come home during the Winter break we have. That must mean he finally decided to come back."

"Oh."

We sat in comfortable silence for a while.

Draco and I sat together at dinner and during classes. I knew I had a lifelong friend. Or so I thought.