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Draco Malfoy Imagine

Draco Malfoy Imagine

Request: This imagine is for the lovely EmiLovesMusic. I hope this is what you were looking for?

Note: It's short, but I was trying to do like a character profile, y'know? At first it was like, a full length hate-to-love thing, but I wanted to give a better angle on Slytherin pride/demeanour. So I don't know. Here. 

Warnings: nah

Draco Malfoy Imagine

There is a particular breed of Slytherin nastiness that is made practiced by very few at Hogwarts, and this insipid streak of mean is rather punishing, and always effective. The people who practice it find their way to sneak inside your head, and plant charges that will likely go off long after they'd left the scene. So if, let's say, a girl in transfiguration bursts out crying twenty minutes into class. She could have just remembered something devastating, or perhaps someone in her potions class an hour earlier planted a remark that took that long to take effect. 

But who, you must be asking, could be so devious, so cruel, so unrepentant to say and do such horrible things? Well, of course, the answer to that would be Y/n L/n.

An unfortunate shame, that girl. She surely had the potential to be so great--the sorting hat had once told her she would make a very promising Gryffindor, and she's been working hard since to live that down--but her blood didn't lie, and imprinted into her very bones was the prejudice of purebloods long before her. But unlike her poor-intended Slytherin compatriots, she didn't rely on slurs or notably obtuse statements. It was not impossible for her to work with a 'mudblood', and when forced to, she did so quite amicably. However, that did not mean that she was nice, not in any sense of the word.

As I was saying earlier, about that 'particular breed of mean', at face value it's nothing more than civility, bordering on politeness. And Y/n always knows exactly what needs to be said, so she may lay her remark and receive an uncertain smile in response, from a nervous Ravenclaw with troubles at home to a belligerent Gryffindor with trouble finding himself. She could have you questioning your worth, your future, your skill--anything, whatever she felt would effect you the most. Not a soul was safe from her scalding gaze, save the members of her own house. 

You had known that there would be a flipside, didn't you? It isn't as though someone can be so difficult 24/7, no matter what runs through their veins. Slytherin house had many secrets, but the most well-kept would have to be the smooth guiding force known as Y/n L/n.

Ah, yes, for as animatedly as those in different houses may attest that she's a deatheater in the making, spawned right from the depths of hell--the Slytherins know better. They know of the smiling (H/c) who made them immune to the charms which shrouded the common room in grime and dankness, revealing the silk-lined couches and fireplaces tucked into the walls. For some, a girl let them know that they weren't the only ones struggling. For others, they know of a young woman who kneeled down beside them while they were sobbing and assured them that being in Slytherin didn't make you a bad person. 

And there was one person--just one--who knew of a glittering girl with (e/c) eyes that were dim when she woke and slowly lightened with every breath of morning air she took. Who sat with her legs tucked up under her, and pinned her hair back while she studied, and spoke in the most beautiful way. And this one person knew exactly why she covered herself up with that particular breed of mean, why she raked her fingernails down her arm and why she held on to people because she was afraid of them disappearing. And she knew, in return, how important family and tradition was to him, how he struggled, how he fell into a fate he wasn't interested in knowing.

They walked arm-in-arm when they went to Hogsmeade, earning jeering remarks and snickers as they went. They seemed immune, impenetrable and indifferent, and they were. Because the remarks weren't loud enough to matter, the perpetrators to far away to touch, and this was because no one dared directly insult Draco Malfoy or Y/n L/n when they were alone, so forget it when they were together. 

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