Harry Potter imagines

Draco Malfoy #1

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Scars and kisses
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Professor Dolores Umbridge, former British Ministry of Magic bureaucrat, was named headmistress of Hogwarts, after Professor Albus Dumbledore was fired. Even before she was proclaimed Headmistress, she had a great amount of power over the students and teachers. And with that, she made the lives of every soul at Hogwarts a literal hell.

You looked at Hermoine, then Ron and lastly Harry. You were all sitting at a desk, a patchment and a black quill in front of us. No ink, though. "Students," Umbridge belted sternly, to cause silence. Not that there was anyone to shut up. Students were too scared to speak or even whisper a word. They spoke with their eyes, and even that felt risky. The door behind us closed with a bang and locked itself. Umbridge smiled cheekily with satisfaction.

"Grab your quills, everybody." Umbridge instructed. "And don't worry about the ink. You won't need it," Her voice went up in excitement at the last sentence. She let out a sweet and forced chuckle. But there was evil in her eyes. You could see it, everyone could. "You may begin." she sat down in her big chair and grabbed her cup of tea. You sighed quietly and glanced at the questions on the patchment. You had studied really hard, but the only things that came to mind were the colour pink and Umbridge's high pitched giggle echoing inside of your head.

You looked at Fred Weasley, who was sitting next to you, as he had let out a grunt and caught your attention. You looked back as soon as you heard Umbridge's teacup land on the saucer with a clinging sound.

As you started writing the first letters of your name, your other hand started itching. You finished your whole name and let out a gasp of pain. The words appeared on the parchment, written in shining red ink. At the same time, your name appeared on my other hand, cut into your skin as though traced there by a scalpel — yet even as you stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth.

You looked at the parchment once more and realised it wasn't red ink. It was your own blood. But you still answered the questions. Over and over again the answer you wrote down, appeared on your other hand, like a carving of reassurance. And though it healed, it didn't stop hurting.

You finally finished the test and dropped your quill. You looked at your hand and traced it with your middle finger. It completely healed, yet it was still red and it still felt like the deep cuts were carved into your hand. "You may leave the classroom quietly." Umbridge said, and everyone almost jumped out of their seats. You strode to the door, holding one hand in the other, as some sort of shield. It still hurt. The door opened and revealed Draco Malfoy, who was siding with Umbridge. You glanced at him, but looked away immediately and swaggered the other way.

You didn't know where Draco and you stood relationship wise. You weren't enemies, like him and your other friends. Other friends. Did you consider Draco Malfoy you friend? You didn't know. But you were definitely not on the same page when it came to good and evil. You guessed that wasn't much of a surprise. Your head couldn't handle these thoughts right now. Nor could your heart, or your hand.

"(y/n), wait," you heard Draco's voice behind you. You stopped in your tracks, but didn't turn around. The other students kept walking to their dorms. You heard his footsteps coming closer behind you. "Are you okay?" Draco's voice almost seemed to break and he had a frown on his face.

Draco didn't understand the feeling he had towards (y/n), but he knew that it was different than with anyone else. He would never ask anyone if they were okay. Not genuinely, anyway. However, with (y/n) he felt the need to ask the, to him very meaningful, question.

The halls emptied. "No, I am not." You answered whilst turning around to face him. His frowning face disappeared. Guilt. He lowered his posture as he glanced down. "Honestly, Draco, what did you expect me to say? 'We're all getting physically tortured in there, but I'm feeling better than ever!'?" You said angrily, but quietly. "I'm sorry," those words you also didn't hear from Draco often.

"Is your hand okay?" He gently grabbed your left hand and stroked his thumb over the red skin. You pulled away, "Eight inches, remember? We wouldn't want to disobey the headmistress, now would we?" You said mockingly.

"Screw that, (y/n)." Draco said frustratingly whilst taking a step closer to you. "Don't you understand? I care about you, (y/n)." Normally you would see right through his meaningless words, but they seemed genuine this time. The words he had just told you, you felt in your whole body. "I can't stop thinking about you. Every night, I lie in my bed, regretting every decision I've made that might have hurt you." He continued.

He had a good way with words, you had to admit. But you tried to look unimpressed by straightening your posture. "So what are you gonna do about it?" You asked almost unemotionally, but in reality, you felt all kinds of emotions. Draco stepped forward and bent down a little, his hands travelled to your elbows. Then, he placed a kiss on your lips. It lasted barely three seconds, but it changed everything. It happened fast, like he wanted it to be over with.

"I..." Draco started, with regret on his face. He took his hands off of yours elbows and put them in pockets."I didn't—" But before he could finish, you grabbed his face and pulled it to yours. You didn't notice quite how tall he was, until you had to stand on your toes to reach his red lips. Those red lips collided with yours again, and it felt less hesitant this time.

Draco inhaled with his nose and took his hands out of his pockets to place them on your sides, as if he was going to fall and looking for something to hold onto. He pulled you closer and put his arms around your waist. Your left hand was on his face, the right one in his snow white hair. You pulled away eventually, looking at Draco. His eyes were still closed and his face was a bright shade of red. He slowly opened his eyes and he blinked twice. He opened his mouth, as if he were to say something, but then changed his mind and closed it again.

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