draco malfoy imagines

the defintion of love itself VII

"Wait so, you flipped your dad off by accident?" Pansy wheezed.

"Yeah," Y/N smiled, "I asked him why everyone used the pointer finger as one, but not the middle finger." The group hurled in laughter, and all I did was smile. I wasn't the type to laugh hard, but smiling meant I found something amusing, funny, cute, or sweet.
After hours of talking, Y/N had fallen asleep and so did Pansy. Blaise and I were awake, whispering so we didn't wake them up.

"So, you and Y/N huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"I see the way you look at her."

"It's just for a bet, Blaise."

"What the fuck? Why the hell would you play with her feelings for a bet?"

"Astoria finally gave me a chance to be her boyfriend. If Y/N falls in love with me after a month, I get to date Astoria."

"You're being a prat. If I were you, I wouldn't have accepted that bet." he snapped.

"That's because you hate Astoria. What's your problem with her, hm?" I asked, glaring at him.

"I hated Astoria for how cocky she was, she hates people, even though she's preaching about blood equality around boys in other houses, but she treats the girls like absolute rubbish. She's a pick me girl, Draco."

"Fuck off, Blaise. I don't love Y/N, and I never will. She's just a stepping stone so I can get what I really want."

"As a pureblood, don't throw away galleons, just to get muggle currency. It's nice to flex, but it's not something you'll use."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're smart, cunning, and an absolute prick. You'll figure it out."

"You won't tell Y/N, right?"

"It's not my place to tell, Malfoy. But you're doing a fucking good job at acting like you care. I hope you don't regret it when Y/N completely flips the switch."

"She has you guys, it's not a problem. And besides, after Hogwarts, it won't be a problem either. I'll be too busy creating a family with Astoria."

"Whatever you say, Malfoy."

"Come on, don't be like that Blaise." All he did was ignore me. He picked Pansy up, placing her on his lap and cuddled her. It was far too late to leave, sinch Filch and his bloody furry wife would be around. Bet you he meows to her when they mate or something. I wouldn't question it, and quite frankly, I wouldn't be surprised. Complete nutter, that squib.

"Oh, and Malfoy." His voice broke me from my thoughts, "Tell her soon, the longer you keep this, the more you'll damage her."

"Whatever."