Harry Potter Imagines

Flowers Upon Your Head D. M

• Draco x fem!reader
• Summary: Reader officially crowns the Slytherin Prince of Hogwarts, but what she doesn't expect is to be crowned his princess.  (Not real crowns, but made of flowers.)
• Warnings: Talk about praising someone, like hailing them, self doubts in academic work, nothing else I know of.
• Note: Sorry if it's too short for your liking. Gotta be one of my favorites!! I loved writing this one. :))

The sky was bright blue, sun rays shining bright across all the land of Hogwarts, showcasing the wondrous school that held many intelligent students; now either learning more knowledge or taking their assigned time off.
Two green robes were taking the second option to their best advantage: staying outside in the fresh air and catching up on work.
The both lay on the grass by the Black Lake, the boy leaning against the tree trunk and the girl sitting criss cross next to him.
The boy, platinum blonde hair and known as the bully of the school, had his Potions homework in front of him on his lap as his quill scribbled left and right as he wrote an essay.
The girl, known as the most innocent person in the world who wouldn't hurt a fly, was previously done with her homework and is now fiddling (or, at least, that's the word Draco would use to describe what she was doing) with flowers in her hand, tying the stems together to make something the boy didn't know.
She was well concentrated until she heard a groan escape the boy, her eyes moving from the flower stems to him, raising an eyebrow questionably.
He didn't look up as did she, instead he was having a glare contest with the paper as he tapped his quill quite frustratingly.
"What's another word for fragile?"
She thought for a moment, going back to the plants in her hand once she discovered his groan was the reason of nothing serious.
"Delicate? Brittle?" She asked once figuring it out, fingers slightly burning from now finishing the tie of the stems, the nectar from the flowers getting on her fingertips.
He hummed. "Brittle is good."
She smiled soft, glad she could help in some way. "Is the essay coming along nicely?"
He chuckled. "With the amount of skill I have in the writing spectrum and your vocabulary I think it's going quite well."
She rolled her eyes this time, knowing he was being sarcastic with the statement he said about himself.
"Dray, don't worry; I read it during lunch and it looked fine."
She didn't know because she was in fact focused on the finishing touches of her crown, but his ears turned from pale to a soft pink color at the nickname.
He scoffed instead to cover it up even though she didn't see it. "Doubt it."
She sighed, knowing there was no use in trying to convince him the work was good grade worthy.
He suddenly slapped the paper down in front of her on the grass. "How does this look?"
Despite the aggression he showed in his actions she could hear a little anxiousness in his voice. He was nervous.
She still had the flowers in her hands so she didn't touch the paper in fear of getting things on it, so instead of holding them in front of her she moved them so they were by her shoulder and she looked down at the paper.
Draco's handwriting covered the paper, perfect cursive with soft swoops in the letters forming great work.
Her eyes scanned it as she read, taking in the information he provided.
She hummed in satisfaction. "Very nice, Dray. Very nice."
She smiled at him as he took the paper back, this time noticing the pink tint on the tip of his ears.
"You okay?" She asked, oblivious to the reason for his tinted ears.
He nodded, swallowing thickly.
She hummed again, turning her body fully to him. "Don't worry! Snape will love it. I see it now," she started, pretending to look of into the distance like she was dreaming. "An 'Outstanding'!"
Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Wouldn't go that far with it but whatever."
She scoffed at his negative mindset and, wiping her hands on the grassy ground to get rid of the nectar, and grabbed the crown she just previously made. She then turned the scoff on her face to a soft reassuring smile.
"Well, whatever you may think, I think it was wonderful and the good grade I know you'll get is well deserved."
She ended her sentence with softly placing the crown on his platinum head, the soft white petals perfectly matching the mob of hair he held.
Draco's eyes moved upward as if he would be able to see the flowers on his head. The girl laughed. Then she smiled once again.
"All hail the Slytherin Prince." She joked. She expected another eye roll but instead received a soft smirk coming from the corner of his lips, a small chuckle escaping him.
She then moved to sit next to him, shoulders brushing and cheeks flushing.
His soft looking hands reached out and using his long fingers pulled flower after flower out of the tall grass, each stem producing a satisfying snap when it broke.
Although she kinda felt bad for the flowers, she knew that the roots were still planted into the ground, so that gave her reassurance knowing they'd grow back again.
Still she watched as his own hands messily tied the stems together almost just like she did. When he was finished, his arm reached up as he placed it on her head, the weight of it slightly flattening the top of her hair.
He then leaned on, brushing his nose on her cheek; her face turning a soft tone of red. His head turned so his lips touched her ear lightly. The touch was barely there, but it was there.
"All hail the Slytherin Princess."
He whispered it, making the meaning much for meaningful. A soft chill went through her, a warm sense of comfort and nervousness at the same time racing down her spine.
Her face flushed.
He chuckled low right in her ear. "Aww, don't get flustered loves; just giving my princess the praise she deserves."

Wait.

'My princess'?