𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Stole my heart

You're in Slytherin | 3rd year and up, whatever you choose | Fluff/Angst?

Your parents had told you that you would be meeting some of their old friends. You, on the other hand, refused to go; you'd rather do whatever the fuck you want then go to a dinner with middle-aged people.

You finally gave in, after your parents made numerous attempts to persuade you to join them. You apparated in front of a huge manor, bigger and darker than yours.

When you got to the front door, it opened all by itself. You let out a faint groan, when you see middle-aged people causing your father to look at you.

"Y/m/n," the woman remarked as she hugged your mother. "Nice to see you, Narcissa." That's when your brain clicked. You were standing in front of your worst enemy's parents. Draco Malfoy.

"Come on in, come on in," Lucious urged now, after greeting both of your parents. The size of the manor, gloomy, but lovely, causes your eyes to widen.

"Mom, where did—" began the blondie, but as he saw you, he cut himself off.

"Y/l/n" he sneered.

"Malfoy"

As soon as your eyes met, your blood began to boil. You couldn't stand being around each other. He disliked you more than any other Slytherin. You had no idea why, you had never done anything to him, and you had barely spoken to him. He was the one who started your dispute. He called you blood-traitor, even mud-blood, because you were friends with the golden trio, even though he knew you were pure-blood, from a wealthy family.

"Why didn't you tell me we were coming to his house?" you asked, breaking the silence and drawing all the parents' gazes to you after raising your voice and interrupting their talk.

"Watch your language, Y/n," your mother said, raising her voice and glaring at you.

"What I didn't say anything, " you smirked, knowing how much you like annoying your parents.

"Ladies, calm down." Mr. Malfoy remarked "How about sitting down and drinking a cup of tea," he said, while Narcissa and your mother went to the kitchen and Lucious and your father remained behind, discussing Ministry staff.

On the other hand, you and Draco sat as far away from each other as possible. There was an unbreakable bond between you two. You let out a sigh when the two mothers returned with the tea. Before saying anything, your mother gave you a hard look.

"Draco, sweetie," your mother said as she turned to face Draco.

"Yes, Mrs Y/l/n," says the speaker.

"Why don't you take Y/n over there and give her a tour of the house," she suggested as you groaned.

"Oh, that would be lovely," Narcissa says.

Draco strained to say "uh -um."

"Yeah, whatever," you muttered as you walked directly to the front door and into Narcissa's yard, saying nothing further.

You were enjoying your quiet moment while wandering among the flowers and trees that Mrs Malfoy had planned when an arm grabbed your wrist, causing you to scream.

Since the certain arm that grabbed you apparated you somewhere, your surroundings began to spin. You recognized you were in a boy's room when you opened your eyes. Draco's room.

"Why did you do that?" You raised your voice at the blondie who was still holding your hand,

He smirked as he tightened his hold. "Because, I wanted to," he said.

"Let go of me!" You cried out.

"No," he spat.

Your eyes began to well up with tears at that point. One, because he was inflicting pain on you, and two, because you were enraged. It was the tears that you consumed when you couldn't express your anger with words and instead had to express it through tears.

After a while you dared to ask. "Why do you hate me so much? I didn't do anything to you" you said.

"You did, " he simply said, as you made a shocked expression.

"You stole my heart, " he said after a brief pause.

That was the moment you had never expected to happen between you two. Your enemy, Draco Malfoy, just kissed you. His warm, rosy lips were pressed against yours. You didn't kiss back at first, trying to figure out what was going on. You were sharing a long passionate kiss at the end, your lips moving in unison.

Draco was looking at you with love, pure love, after you had broken apart. He never hated you, and he could never hate you in a million years. He was simply in love. In love with you. And the only thing he could do was talk to you— well, insult you in order to get your attention. It was his attempt to 'express' his feelings for you because he couldn't think of any other way.

"I never hated you." He eventually whispered, as he pecked your lips once more.

You simply smiled at him and rested your forehead against his, savoring the moment. It appears that you, too, had feelings for him.