ferret boy | draco malfoy imagines [✔]

#19 - Hufflepuff [request]

Could you do one about Draco falling for like a total softie?? Like a hufflepuff that he's just head over heels for, maybe in there third year :)

Requested by @ecstasymeadows 

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Year: 3
Blood: Halfblood
House: Hufflepuff

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"Draco! Here!" you shouted to him on the train, but he walked away without so much as a glance towards you. "Draco!"

You ran after him — partly because you kind of had no other friends because of him, and partly because you wanted to see him, he was your best friend after all.

Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors stood together in one decision they had made: hate Draco Malfoy with your life.

But you didn't exactly see any reason to dislike him — he had helped you recover your toad in the first year, he had helped you around Hogwarts when you got lost (multiple times), and he sat up with you in the second year when your mother passed away. He wasn't bad to you, so why dislike him?

He was shorter, stockier than you, looking a bit like Crabbe and Goyle who were the ugliest guys in school, apparently. But no reason to judge by looks, right?

"DRACO MALFOY!" you grabbed his wrist as he was about to disappear into yet another crowd of students.

"What the f-," he spun around on his heel, and looked down to see who it was — "Y/N! Pleasure to make your accquaintance, princess."

He had certainly not called you princess last year. He had certainly not looked like he was 6ft last year. He had certainly not had such a sharp jawline last year. His hair had certainly not looked soft and tousled last year. And you, had certainly not noticed all this last year.

A soft giggle left your lips, "Princess?"

DRACO MALFOY'S POV

"Princess?" Y/N asks me, and I grin down at her, trying my best not to melt at her giggle — but why?

She seemed to have not grown at all this summer, and her hair was shorter than when he last met her. It was dyed a jazzy blue, contrasting to her milky, baby-blue, sky-like eyes. She had tanned slightly — but her skin still looked as angelic as it had before. Soft and smooth, but with adorable freckles painted onto her nose and high cheek bones. 

"Princess suits you," I say, almost to myself. She smiles softly, her cheeks flushed slightly. "Anyways," I say loudly, looking away from her. "Want to sit together?"

"Yes!" she says, excited to say the least. "Also-"

She looks down into her backpack to find something, then gasps, "Charm?"

Charm was her toad, who she believed would lead her to her "Prince Charming", thus its name. As much as a whimsical fantasy as it is, I tried to stop it in the first year and ended up with a slap to my face. A literal one. 

That was the first and only time she'd ever been harsh with me, and to this day, she gives me Chocolate Frogs everyday on that year to show how sorry she was. Honestly, I don't mind anymore, but I kick up a dramatic fuss anyways.

"The toad you slapped me for?"

"The toad who is going to lead me to my Prince Charming," she corrects me, a dreamy look coming into her eyes.

"Hello? Y/N, is she yours?"

Stupid Potter.

"Oh my- yes! Oh, thank you, Harry," she beams at him, kissing his cheek. "Thank you so much!"

A blush litters Potter's cheeks as he smiles down at her, a real, goofy smile. And then she blushes. As soon as he leaves, and I try to ignore the stirring tornado at the bottom of my stomach, she squeals, "Charm has lead me to him!"

By the way she says "him" I think Charm might have lead her to Voldemort. When she doesn't get a reaction out of me, she says, "My Prince Charming, remember?"

"Oh."

"Yes! Harry must be him!" She seems excited about Scarhead being her "Prince Charming" and the stirring tornado has turned into a physical ache, but I try to plaster a smile on my face. 

"Excellent."

"Why don't you seem happy?"

Oh, if only I knew. Nothing happened, suddenly she cuts her hair short and I'm grimacing at her. But that wasn't the truth and I knew it. 

Suddenly, she finds her Prince Charming, when all I've tried to do is show her that I'm it, and I'm grimacing.

"It's nothing. I'm glad that Charm has finally done her job," I say. 

"I know, right!"

We don't talk for the rest of the train ride, as she sits there, beaming at her toad in a way I wished she'd beam at me. 

* * *
[Fourth year]

"I've got a date for the Yule Ball," Y/N whispers shyly into my ear when I bend down to hear her. 

"Is it Potter?"

"Yes! Oh, I'm so glad Harry asked me! I really do like him," she says, then frowns. "But you hate him, especially since third year ... you don't mind, right? With you being my best friend and all?"

I shake my head, and say, "Honoured to be your best friend."

Being around Y/N has slowly developed into a constant heartache. Everytime she blushes because of Potter, laughs because of him, I feel my heart crack a bit. But I'm used to picking up the pieces from the floor, because I really don't care about her. It's just a normal school crush which involves thinking about her till late at night, going out of my way to be with her, breaking every rule to see her. 

It's a normal, school crush. Won't even last a year more.

The night of the Yule Ball, I find myself in the presence of an absolutely gorgeous queen standing beside me. I'm just a prince in front of her, as much as I would like to be hers. But I'm not. The only person who was ever destined to be hers was Potter, which was why she was standing in front of him, waiting for him to finish talking to Cho Chang.

"You look nice, Princess," is all I can manage for fear of her ever getting to know that I have feeling for her. 

She blushes at my few words and says, "Where's your date?"

I wish I was looking down at her right now, I think as I reply, "Don't have one."

Potter and Y/N dance. They dance all night, they dance as if they were ever-energised, they danced as if they were in a world of their own. And I, desperado that I am, sit on a chair and watch as Y/N dances; dances away from me and this ordinary world that was never quite good enough for her, and into the world with Potter, her Prince Charming in it.

Maybe you'll come back, one day, and even if it takes a thousand years, I'll be sitting here, watching as the smile that you give him lights up your face. 

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Author's note:

... pathos. pathos. pathos.

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