Harry Potter Imagines

daggers and nightshade - Hermione Granger

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summary; Draco finds out that you're dating Hermione, and he wants to tell your parents.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 2.7k

notes; reader is slytherin and Draco's sister.

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There are times when you wish Draco wasn't so set in his opinions, because they tend to reflect back on you, and it's always the ones that are the worst. It's the way he treats people from other houses, different bloodlines. Draco believes that the world should fall at his feet, and if it doesn't, then he'll make it.

He's self-sufficient, he never needs help from anyone. If he finds himself backed into a corner, he has a way with getting himself out of it. Even if it means he has to burn bridges and step on other people's toes. It's the same mindset that your father has, it's learned behavior.

He should be ashamed of himself, treating people the way he does. You've tried to convince him a couple times that it doesn't hurt to have friends from everywhere, but he doesn't believe you. He's so dead-set on only making friends in slytherin, because that's all your bloodline is made of.

Lately, he's been more insufferable than ever. You can't even talk to him about your friends or what you've been up to, without him telling you to shut up. He doesn't care, all he wants is to talk about him. To him, it's more important that he's happy, than his own sister.

You wish he would listen to you, or at least let you talk without telling your parents. There's been so much that you've up to lately, schemes you're sure that he would enjoy if he'd give you a chance to explain them. There's nothing better than fucking with people, especially when it's harmless fun.

If you were to even bring up anyone from the gryffindor table, he'd walk away and ignore you for the rest of the day. He's more tolerant of the hufflepuff's and the ravenclaw's, but that doesn't mean he's interested. He brushes you off, tells you to go make some friends that he actually wants to hear about.

You've stopped trying to talk to him. You'll let him chat your ear off, if that's what makes him feel better, because you care a hell of a lot more than he does, but when the conversation is turned on you, you shut him down. For someone that can't stand to hear about your daily life, he gets really irritated when you don't talk when he asks you to.

You tell him that he doesn't actually care, he disagrees and says that if he didn't care, then he wouldn't ask. You're smarter than that. You'll probably get a sentence in before he's on his feet, going to go hang out with Blaise and Pansy. You're just saving yourself the irritation.

You cap your ink bottle, twisting it tightly. Pansy looks up from where she's studying on her bed, watching you for a moment. You fan the journal to quicken the drying process, not wanting the ink to carry onto the other page.

"I thought you were going to study all night?" Pansy asks, she sets her quill down to stretch, letting out a yawn. "Are you leaving me?"

"I made some last minute plans." You tell her, scooting off the bed. You set the open book on your bedside table, along with the ink and quill. "I'll be back later tonight."

"How late?" She asks, "When you say that, it's always past curfew."

"You know me." You grin, straighten your skirt, and then go to pull on your socks. "It won't be as late tonight."

"Who are you seeing, anyway?" She asks.

You tilt your head at Pansy, raising your eyebrows. Does she really think that you're going to tell her? She's best friends with Draco, and even if she doesn't go and tell your brother, she'll definitely tell Blaise. You've been very careful to keep it from them, and chose past curfew because you know Draco doesn't want to get caught again.