Draco Malfoy Imagines

Backstabbed

(5th year)
Imagine:
You're quite a popular witch in Hogwarts. All the houses like you for different reasons. Huddle puff because you love flowers, Gryffindor because you're not afraid to challenge something if you don't like it, Ravenclaw because you're extremely smart,
and finally Slytherin. The members of Slytherin like you because, for one thing, you're pretty hot. They also like you because you're quite full of spunk and attitude. Any rude remarks made to you or your friends are immediately snapped at by your quick wit. That is how you and Draco Malfoy met.

<Flashback>
"Hey y/n! Your robes are looking a little scruffy there don't you think?" The Malfoy jeered.
You sassily replied, "The only scruffy looking thing in this room Malfoy, is the lump of white on your head that you call hair. You remind me of a white rat, or should I say weasel?"
Draco turned scarlet and immediately left the room. You suddenly felt a little bad for being quite so harsh so you rushed after him.

You ran to catch up with him and then tapped him on the shoulder.
"What do you want now?" He asked with a sneer. "I came to apologize for embarrassing you." You replied. The Malfoy started to laugh. "You didn't quite embarrass me that much. I was actually quite pleasantly pleased that someone here at Hogwarts has as sharp of a tongue as I do." He said.
"Oh" you blushed. You two, newly found friends, walked off towards potions.

<the rest was history>
You've been dating the Malfoy for almost five months. You two love to spend time with eachother, he always brings you little gifts like lilacs or spearmint gum. You're sure that he's the one, he seems to love you.
As these thoughts race through your mind, you walk towards the library. It's after hours at Hogwarts, you don't want to be caught, but you must find a book for your report that's due. After creeping quietly into the library, you head towards the back shelf sections. Suddenly you freeze. "Did I just hear a giggle?" You think to yourself. You suddenly hear the sound of a few books being toppled over. You quietly sneak up and peek around the long length of the bookshelf.

A pang of hurt hits your heart and your blood turns cold. Your best friend, Cynthia,  has her hands around Draco Malfoy's shoulders. Your boyfriend is holding her waist and pushing her onto the case of books as they violently make out. You feel the temperature in your face rise. Suddenly Cynthia sees you and gasps. She mumbles to the Malfoy that she has to go. Draco immediately straightens up and turns towards you. Shock engulfs his strong features.
"Y/n, I-i-  didn't know, I don't know-"
Draco starts, but you quickly cut him off.

"I thought you were respectable despite what everyone else said. I trusted you and took your word that you had changed since your earlier Hogwarts years. But obviously, you're just a filthy, backstabbing, snake-like, man-whore who can't set his priorities straight on one girl!"
Draco raises his hands in desperation and starts towards you in a helpless state. He touches your hand, "Please y/n let me expla-"
*SLAP* Your hand strikes across his pale cheek. "Don't EVER touch me AGAIN!" You start as tears start spilling down your face.
"Do me a favor and NEVER talk to me-you are a LIAR. I HATE YOU." You sobbed and rushed out of the room leaving the broken Malfoy standing alone in the quiet library.