Draco Malfoy imagines

Mine

"Hey there, Y/N," began a calm and collected fellow Slytherin. "How's it going?"

"It's going alright with me, Amanti. What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be in Potions right now?" Y/N asked, standing from her chair in the common room to collect her books.

Amanti replied with a shrug, stepping closer, "Well, I thought maybe you and I could-"

"Amanti!" came an angry yet familiar voice from the door to the room. "Get your grubby paws away from Y/N. Piss off mate."

With some more shooing, Amanti finally left to go to his class. "What was all that about, Draco?" asked Y/N.

Before anything else was said, Draco grabbed Y/N and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Y/N's hands managed to find their way to his platinum blonde hair before she was pushed against the wall, her only defense against hitting her head being Draco's hand, which was clutching her hair. "Draco-?"

"You're mine," he whispered against her ear. "Mine. And nobody else can have you, ever. Don't you dare let Amanti talk to you like that again, you hear me?" Y/N was finding it to be rather difficult to remain focused on Draco's words when his mouth was doing rather distracting things to her neck.

As his lips found her's again, Y/N let out a sigh. Draco pulled away for a second and murmured against her lips, "You belong to me, Y/N."

"Could you guys please get a room for once?" complained a Slytherin girl as she entered the common room.

"Oh, we'll get a room," replied Draco, pulling back and looking Y/N in the face. "Mine."