Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇)

                    *'enemies' with obvious tension**requested*
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Draco Malfoy:

⛤ Unable to sleep, you found yourself walking through the abandoned corridors of Hogwarts. You pulled your nightgown tighter around your body, shielding yourself from the chilly winter breeze.

⛤ Finally reaching the courtyard, you took a seat on one of the concrete benches, fixing your gaze upon the hovering moon. You felt as though it was looking right at you, until you realised that the unusual feeling of being watched was coming from elsewhere. You knew exactly who it was as soon as his familiar cologne flooded your senses. 

Draco took a seat beside you, his hands resting on either side of him and keeping him upright. You looked at him through the corner of your eyes, and found yourself being faced with the unfamiliar sight of him in casual clothing. He was clad in a set of silk pajamas, and a soft chuckle escaped your lips at the dark green colour of them, resembling the house that you both resided in. 

"What are you doing up, y/l/n?" He asked, turning his head to meet your gaze. "I couldn't sleep. Not with the stress of the NEWTs looming over us." You confessed, sighing softly. He raised a brow at you, "You can't possibly be serious?" Your brows furrowed in confusion, shrugging casually at him. "You? Miss 'I'm the smartest in the year', is scared for the NEWTs?" He asked again, as though in disbelief. 

You rolled your eyes, laughing at his poor attempt at mocking, or rather complimenting, you. "You make it sound as though I'm not allowed to be nervous, Malfoy." You retort, and he sniggered, "You really aren't. You've gotten straight O's for as long as I've known you, y/n. You can't expect me to go along with the idea that you're nervous for these exams." 

Blinking rapidly, you tilted your head to the side, "On first name basis now, are we?" He shrugged at you, "I really can't be bothered to hate you tonight, y/n." A genuine laugh fell past your lips, and you watched his expression contort into one of incredulousness. Your smile suddenly dropped, "What's wrong, Draco?" 

His lips fell open slightly, his gaze dropping to your lips then back up to your eyes. Moving closer to you, you inhaled sharply, watching his usually perfectly combed hair fall over his forehead. "Say that again," he whispered, and you blinked at him in confusion. "My name, darling. Say my name again." He clarified, a small smile on his lips. Your breath trembled as he lifted his hand to your face, brushing away strands of your hair and tucking them behind your ear. 

You found your stare dropping down to his lips, before forcing them back up to his eyes. "God, you're not making my life any easier right now, y/n," he murmured, closing his eyes momentarily. 

"Draco," you breathed out, and the moments flashed before your eyes as he brought his lips to yours. His softness with you caught you off-guard as he dropped his hands to your waist, holding you in place. You tugged on his hair, evoking a faint chuckle from him as he pulled away. 

He rested his forehead against yours, slightly panting as he shut his eyes. "Do you know how long I've waited to do that?" He asked you, finally pulling away from you and meeting your stare. "How long?" You asked, letting out a quiet laugh. "Years," he confessed, "I've been waiting for years. Fuck, you don't understand how many nights I've been up, just thinking about you." A blush rose to your cheeks, tinting your skin a soft red. 

"Can I be honest?" Your voice was soft as you asked, and he nodded, "Always." 

"I've spent many sleepless nights with you on my mind too. I thought it was because of how strong my hatred towards you was," you paused, and he laughed in response, his eyes glinting with affection, "but now I'm coming to the realisation that it was probably because I love you." There was a soft moment of silence before he smiled, widely, and kissed you again.