Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗍.2

           *best friends to lovers* *requested*
               ────── ∘◦ ⛤☽⛤ ◦∘ ──────

scene context: once you confessed your love to them in pt.1, a week goes by with little contact between you, and you get stressed thinking you've lost your best friend completely. then a week later, you get a patronus from them - past midnight -  with a message saying to meet them down by the Black Lake. 

Draco Malfoy:

⛤ You were stressed out of your mind as you descended the steps to the Black Lake. After what had happened a week ago, you were sure that Draco was going to tell you that he didn't feel the same way and that he wasn't comfortable with being friends anymore. You shuddered - out of both nervousness and being cold. You'd completely forgotten to get a jacket in your rush to go down to meet him. 

⛤ Breathing erratically, your mind ran through a million different ways you could apologise to him, but all of that flew out of your mind as you saw Draco standing by the lake, the water lapping at his feet. 

Gravel crunched beneath your feet, and you winced as he turned to look at you. His expression was unreadable, and that terrified you. "Hi." You said, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your silk pajama pants, your body trembling slightly from the chill. 

"You absolute idiot, why didn't you bring a jacket?" He hissed, storming towards you as he pulled off his quidditch robes. "You'll freeze to death out here in," he paused, his eyes raking over your figure, his jaw clenching, "that." You stood silently as you helped him slip the robe onto your body. 

"Why are you in your quidditch outfit?" You finally asked, your gaze sliding down his body. Without the robes, you could clearly see his quidditch sweater and beige pants. He crossed his arms on his chest, staring down at you, "I needed to get my mind off of a few things, so I went and practiced for a while." 

You nodded, glancing up at him as he continued, "And it seems that practicing helped me come to a conclusion about something I've spent the entire week thinking about." You pressed your lips into a thin line, anxiously waiting to hear what he had to say. "And what conclusion have you come to?" You asked, chewing your lower lip. 

He looked to where a strand of hair had fallen out from where you'd held it back with a headband. His hand lifted, and you inhaled sharply as he pushed it back behind your ear with such a gentle touch that you struggled to keep yourself upright. His eyes met yours, and you stilled at his silence. 

"I'm so sorry I--," you rambled, but he cut you off swiftly, "Don't you dare apologise." 

You physically pulled back, but not out of his touch as he dropped his hand to your waist to keep you close to him. Was he actually about to say what you'd hoped he would?

"You're my best friend," he started, and you dropped your head down. No, of course not. 

"Look at me." He demanded, though his tone was soft. You refused, shaking your head. "I said, look at me, love." Draco repeated, and you hesitantly complied, your eyes glazing over with tears. He lifted his hands up, cupping your face as he spoke, "You've been my best friend since we were toddlers, you know that." You nodded, but he didn't let go of you. 

"I remember, even as a child, that I've always needed you around. I refused to go to any parties that my mother hosted if you weren't there, and when you did come, I would never go anywhere without you." 

A soft smile curled at your lips at his words, "I remember. Cissa used to get annoyed at you." 

He laughed, "And she still does. But she loves you." A pause, a tense silence. "And I love you. I just hadn't realised that it wasn't just platonic. The more we grew up together, the more I loved you. Everything about you. I've never needed anyone as much as I need you. You were, and still are, my everything."