draco malfoy imagines

the definition of love itself I

    People define love in various ways. An escape from reality, a weakness, or a strong feeling that keeps you moving. Crushing on someone, should be one of the happiest moments in your life, the grin that appears on your face when you see them, the daydreams you get randomly throughout the day while you think about them, and not to mention, imagining what it would be like to be in their arms, kiss them, and call them yours.
But you could only wish that you felt that way every time you saw him. Draco Malfoy, the school's bully, playboy, and your childhood best friend. He's hated you since the moment you were sorted in Ravenclaw, testifying against his own promise to remain your best friend for the rest of eternity. But ever since then, he'd only sneer, glare, or shove you every time you saw him. But you couldn't control the feelings you had since then.

Ever since you were a child, before you even knew the true definition of love, you saw it in Draco. The way he smiled when his father praised him, the way he'd talk for hours about what you two would do at Hogwarts once you turned 11, for there were so many things to love about Draco. He was gentle, sweet, enduring, and kind hearted to everyone. But once he got to Hogwarts, he completely changed. All you ever wanted from him was to keep his promise to you, to hang around every single day at Hogwarts, but within a couple minutes at Hogwarts, he didn't even want to be in the same room with you. He hated the Gryffindors, but it seemed like he hated a Ravenclaw twice as much.

You were walking to Charms class with your best friend, Hermione Granger. Conversing about the things you'd do after classes ended. While laughing with Hermione, you'd bumped into something. Or perhaps, someone.

"Watch where you're going-- oh it's just you." the individual sneered. You looked down, you knew who it was, because the owner of this voice had a way to your heart. Draco Malfoy.

"Hello? Are you blind and deaf?" Draco glared. You gathered all of your courage and stared up to him, glaring at him. Hermione was in the middle of you two, trying to defuse the tension.

"Hermione," you began, "Did you hear something? I heard something annoying. It's like there was a voice in my head, asking me if I was deaf or something. Must've been the wind I guess." You shoved him aside, hoping he would refute. After all, this was the only time he'd talk to you. To either tease you, try to hex you, or pull a random Snape vs. Lockhart part 2 duel in the corridors.

"Tell me, Y/N, you can hear mudbloods but you can't hear a pureblood? Typical blood traitor. Your parents must be so disappointed." Malfoy sneered, following you behind towards the classroom.

    This was how it was every single day. He would always try to start some kind of argument of some sort. During passing period, in the great hall, in the corridors, or sometimes, even in the classroom. Luckily for you, today would be the day you were able to fight back.

    "Hello Students," Flitwick began, "Today we will be having a dueling lesson. I will assign your partners and you will be dueling." Cheers abrupt around the room.

    "But," Professor Flitwick added, shushing the classroom, "Use friendly spells only. Do not harm your opponent, it will land you into a week's detention. Let's begin"
    "Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom."
    "Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger."
    "Ms. Bones and Ms. Abbott."
"Ms. Parkinson and Mr. Goyle"
"Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Zabini." the names made you zone out. About 10 other partners were called until you heard your name.
"And lastly, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Y/L/N." When you heard that, Ooo's could be heard around the class, students snickering. You felt a gaze from behind you, turning around, you saw Malfoy gazing at you, with his jaw clenched. Flitwick flicked his wand, and seats began to recline back towards the wall. Everyone got up and met with their opponents, while you wished you could disappear. Apparation would've come in handy, but you couldn't apparate inside of Hogwarts. You sighed, looked down and hoped he wouldn't come looking for you.

A minute had passed, and you heard spells being shouted throughout the room. Wingardium Leviosa, Expelliarmus, Accio. Many other spells were cast across but you didn't want to budge. Until you saw a figure strutting towards you. In the flesh, Draco Malfoy was smirking at your position.

"Scared, Y/L/N?" he approached you, looking down at your figure. Tsk, annoying ferret. What was the phrase Harold told him when he asked him during his duel? Oh yeah.

"You wish," You stood up, glaring at him. You took out your wand from your pocket, pointing out towards him. He smirked, silently proud of how courageous you were. He drew out his wand, and both of you started your dueling position. Bowing, and paced away from each other. You both swiftly turned around, and walked clockwise trying to intimidate the other. The class went quiet, intrigued by the duel the two of you had. At the same moment, you both stopped abruptly to cast your spell.

"Av--"

"Expelliarmus!" Draco cried out. Your wand had flown across the classroom away from your hand. You sneered, and glared right at him, he was smirking, like an idiot. A cute idiot. The class applauded Draco. All of a sudden, you remembered something. You smirked, and the class went quiet once more. You raised your hand right in front of you and wiggled your fingers, there, a blue force of magic came from your fingers. Draco looked scared, the class gasped. Wandless magic, something rumored, a legend even. But here, a mere student could do it. Before anyone could grasp what was happening you screamed out.

"Avifors!" Draco quickly shot down the spell with his wand and stepped back. You stepped forward, continuing to cast spells. He casted some back, just for you to shoot them down.

"Confundus!"

"Protego!"

"Flipendo!"

"Impedimenta!"

"Immobulus!"

"Incarcerous!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!" With that spell, he flew up into the air, and out of fear he casted a spell, a simple, yet harmful spell.

"Stupefy!" taken back, you screamed as you were hit towards the wall of the classroom, knocking you unconscious. Draco fell back the second you hit the wall, but he looked shocked, scared, and worried? Hermione screamed at him.