Draco Malfoy Imagines

Jealousy

Y/N POV:

I was walking down the hall with my 3 best friends Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, otherwise known as the "Golden Trio". One thing I've realised while being friends with the 3 is that they DO NOT walk slowly.
Ironicly, while I'm thing this, suddenly, we came to halt. "What's
wrong?" I asked. I looked over at Ron who had a disgusted look on his face. "Malfoy. That's what's wrong." Ron spat. In all my years at Hogwarts I had never had many encounters with him. Rarely, whenever I did, it was to insult my friends. Never me. Come to think of it I've never actually talked to the guy. To be honest I just think he's misunderstood.

I looked over to where my friends were staring and saw Draco with his group of friends, having this look on their faces like everyone was some sort of pest.

"Just ignore them. They don't say anything if you don't make eye contact." Hermione said very matter-of-factly. As we were about to walk past Harry approached me. "Can I speak to you for a minute?" He asked nervously. "Sure" Harry looked over at Hermione and Ron who just seemed to give him a nod of approval then proceeded to walk away.

We quickly moved into a corner of the halls where it was quieter. "What's up?" I asked. An obivious look of confusion on my face. " W-Well I was w-wond-ering whether y-you'd...maybe wanna go to H-Hogsmade this weekend? A-Alone." He stuttered. I silently giggled at his nervousness and replied with "So...like a date?" I asked. "Y-Yes, I mean you don't have to if- It was just a thought I-" "Harry." I cut him off. "Y/N" he said slightly mocking me. "That sounds like fun." I said with a bright smile. ? "Oh..oh! G-Great. Does Saturday work?" I nodded
"Ok! See you later then!" And then he left.

Only then did I realise that both Hermione and Ron were still there; smirking around the corner. I mean Harry and I were talking for a while. I looked around the hall only to see something I never thought I'd see. Draco Malfoy approaching me. Alone?
He had this angry glint in his eye. As he got closer I just waited, curious as to what he possibly had to say after 4 years. (You're in fourth year.) He didn't say anthing, just kept walking, until he was 3 inches away from my face and he...he kissed me?!

As much as I enjoyed the sensual feeling, his warm soft lips, moving perfectly in sync with mine. Relisation hit me. I've never talked to him before and he was kissing me?! I pushed him off me slightly out of breath.

Part 2 coming...