Slytherin Boy Imagines

D.M ~ Emerald Green

Context: 

Set up. Arranged. Planned. Whatever you want to call it. That was you and Draco. Sure, you got along alright, but you'd both much prefer not to be forced together by your parents. However, your connection towards each other might not just be the pureblood status.

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You fix your soft hair and take extra care of it. You look over yourself in the mirror, being sure to make sure everything looks good. You are wearing a tight-fitted emerald green dress. According to your mother, 'green is very classy and noble', and for one of the first times, you don't mind the dress you're wearing.

You sigh. You have been dreading this night for months now. This stupid 'pure blood' party that your parents drag you to every year have only become more insufferable as they've been forcing you and Draco Malfoy together. An arranged marriage the moment you both graduate from Hogwarts. He's okay, but he's just not your type, you think.

You strap on your heels and make your way downstairs to where your parents and your siblings are all waiting.

"Take longer next time, jeez." Your younger brother mutters once he sees you approaching. 

"Y/N, you really ought to start taking some accountability for your time. It affects not only your image but our entire family. You see, these events are extremely important..." You begin to tune out your mother's lecture as your family files into the carriage, your mode of transport to Malfoy Manor. 

You really, really didn't want to do this. You didn't want to be bored out of your mind for hours. You didn't want to have to avoid the creepy older guys. You didn't want to be forced together with Draco Malfoy. As your thoughts spiralled, you arrived out the front of Malfoy Manor. Your family all clamber out in a hurry, all the while trying not to look like they're rushing. You slowly linger behind.

"You really should look less like you're contemplating jumping off a cliff when we go to these things, you know..." Your sister murmurs to you so the rest of your family doesn't hear. "Half of the people that go to these things don't want to be here either, while the other half expect that everyone else wants to. Just be grateful that Mum and Dad aren't trying to marry you off to one of our cousins or something."

"Poor Blacks..." You agree. "Some of them are going to start showing up to these things with a sixth finger, I swear." Your sister nods as you enter through the massive doors. You all walk down a hallway, which immediately chills you to the bone, it's a cutting, cruel cold. Malfoy Manor always gives you the chills. Even with the fact you only ever go when the Malfoy's are hosting something, it always has an unnerving feeling. Even with the guests, chatter and parties, it still feels unwelcoming; you hate it.

The music begins to grow louder, all the while muffled behind the large doors that have grown more and more familiar over the years. As your family approaches, with your Mother and Father in front, hand in hand, the doors open by themselves. You're greeted with the usual sights, dancing, drinks, and snobs. Lots and lots of snobs. You take a deep, silent breath, one last thing to prepare yourself for the next few hours. 

You notice two approaching figures, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy. 

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N." Lucius greets, being the 'fantastic' hosts they are. Now, to be honest, you block out most conversations you're a part of that have an extra person. The people who come to these things are so full of themselves that they only ever try to talk about themselves. So, it's a fair risk to stand there and pretend you're listening. You model this train of thought until a word that Lucius says snaps you to attention. "Draco!" You look up and see the tall blond approaching - who looks just about as bored as you feel.