REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
- and everyday, I feel myself falling more and more for you.
these are harry potter imagines and one-shots. slip yourself into the shoes of the main character, and fall for those of your choice.
You've been dating Draco Malfoy for a few months now.
The first two months, everything had been spectacular of course- he asked you to go out with him during the summer months, when the leaves were changing, and the air was becoming much cooler.
The two of you hung out at his house, taking the lingering paths along the back, hiding beneath the hedges, laughing and whispering mere secrets and nothings to eachother.
On the outside, he looks hardened, but inside- getting to know and understand him, he's a complete romantic. The sappy love stories, movies and all.
On the train, it became apparent to not only your friends, but his as well that the two of you have something well and serious.
The two of you didn't bother to hide it either. You walked along the apartments, hand in hand- smiling and laughing, with Draco occasionally kissing you on the cheek as you walked toward the food trolley, heads turning and jaws dropping.
A slytherin carrying on a relationship half blood? Many find that surprising, but don't say a word against it, because he wouldn't allow it.
You are welcomed among the Slytherins and always have a seat at their table, never being in fear of any rejection.
They trust and respect Draco, and he made sure they feel the same about you, and anyone who makes their hesitation apparent, all he has to do is send them a silent glare.
Your friends, while shocked are more often curious than anything. Of course they want to understand more about the reserving and ambitious house.
Those nights when you sneak back to your common room, all of your friends gather around, asking as many questions as they can about the people, the common room and everything in between.
Lately, you've only ever seen Draco a couple of times at lunch and dinner- where he quickly shovels some food into his mouth, and gets up from the table without a word and then he ends up leaving.
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You're sitting in the study hall with books flowing from your bag. You're sitting alone- writing furiously into the parchment, wondering where Draco is, and why he's becoming so distant lately.
"If he doesn't want to date me anymore, he should just say so." You mutter, dropping your quill into the ink, and placing your head into your hands.
Earlier this morning, you charge into the common room- sit on the sofa and waited.
Waited.
Waited.
And waited.
He never came down, and soon enough you left- but not before asking Crabbe and Goyle what's bothering Draco.
