harry potter imagines

003.|| disguise [d.m.] • two

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summary // draco talks to you for the first time.

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the ghost of his small smile seems to convince you that the feeling is mutual. draco's smile -or smirk- is something to die for; it takes everything for you to see that it's not a scowl or a frown that is embossed on his features, but a smile. a smile that meant everything to you, even though it hurts you to know that he thinks that it's forbidden to lift the corners of your mouth to form something that shows you he's happy.

but you have to admit, draco's smile looks good on him. he might not know it, but it's perfect, he's perfect, too bad he never wore it much. from those blond hair of his, his pale eyes that pierced to every soul he looked at, his pointy face, and his pale skin that looked like he'd never seen the sun for years, not that you're complaining, his skin just adds mystery to him, the mysterious draco you knew since you met him in ollivander's wand shop, looking content with his springy ten-inch wand that's made of hawthorn.

you felt your heart thump irregularly. advancing towards his direction, with shaking knees and irregular breaths, you realised how much this boy have such an effect on you, he made your heart skip a beat, knees buckle, and become the [name] you've never seen before.

"hey, [last name]."

the sound of his voice calling your name made you weak and it sent tingles down your spine. merlin, this boy is insanely perfect.

"y-yes?"

"goyle said you like me, shame he never remembered it. but yeah, he said so. i also heard you're a metamorphagus. is that real?"

malfoy asked, but more like forcing you to answer his said question. eyes piercing towards you, you stuttered out an answer, which came out as an agreement to his statement. you are a metamorphagus, and you fancy him. you are fully aware of that, and you are aware enough to notice the small, almost unnoticable smirk that went up to his features.

"can you do me a favour?"

he asked in a tone that sounds like he's not asking for it all. he said every word with such menacing tone, and you just can't help to get scared. you shrugged, not knowing what to say at all. yes? no? maybe? actually it depends on what he asked for, but you are afraid of what might happen if you declined.

"i want you to use your metamorphagus skills and be like astoria's lover over there and break up with her. i want her to come to me and i am going to ask her out. is that okay?"

tears welled up in your eyes and blurred your vision. he's using you, and the worst is that he knows about your feelings and your broken heart but he just shatters it even more. but you just can't decline, and you know that. draco malfoy is the one to never mess with. draco malfoy is the prince of the slytherin house, and you're just a metamorphagus in [house]. forcing out a nod as you felt his threatening gaze above you, you croaked out a small 'yes'. you have no choice, when did you even got one?

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scanning through the court yard with dull eyes, it's been a fortnight that the disguise happened. it's been a fortnight that you agreed with it. your eyes landed on the same boy who broke your heart, who used you. he's talking animatedly to his girl, astoria. she never suspected a thing at all, about the disguise, about the agreement, everything.

it still hurts inside, though. he knew you liked him so much to the point that's he all you ever think about, but then he just stomped on it and walked away. just like that. you can't still say it's all his fault. you were stupid to let him break it, you know it already hurts, but you let him anyway. stupid, stupid, stupid.

your gaze got interrupted by astoria's friendly wave, stopping your train of thoughts. covering up with a forced smile and waved back, your eyes flickered to draco.

good thing hearts never make a sound when it breaks.

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R E V I S E D : 08/15/17