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- 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're sitting directly across from the Dark Lord, your hands folded gently on the table.
"It is lovely to meet your acquaintance again, y/l/n." Voldemort cracks a smile, and everyone else in the room hums.
"It's always my pleasure sir." You beam back, unflinching.
"We're all glad you made the right decision." He plays on the words, and you offer him a subtle laugh.
"One can only fall under Albus Dumbledore's arm for a few moments. It wasn't long before I realized that everything I need is with you." Your head bows quickly, and the atmosphere in the room slightly shifts, as again he laughs.
"Very well. I'm sure Draco is delighted to see a familiar face."
Your head tilts up again, meeting almost every pair of eyes in the room- except for a singular pair.
"I don't think so, m'lord."
"And why is that, y/n?"
"Draco isn't so--" you stop speaking as a sharp kick hits your calf.
Your eyes narrow slightly, before you clear your throat and continue. "Draco and I, we had a well fledged rivalry at Hogwarts."
"He didn't take well to losing?" Someone else howls, and you raise a tainted eyebrow in his direction.
"That sounds like a conversation we will save for another time. Right now, we need to discuss Harry Potter's downfall." A few people at the table begin to perk with excitement, while others slouch below in their chairs.
As Voldemort bellows, you jerk yourself in Draco's direction, sneering.
"What the bloody hell was that you prat?" You feel your nostrils flare, and he jerks his head away from you sharply.
"You know exactly why," his whisper carries to your ears, and again you raise your eyebrows.
"Would rather me tell Mummy and Daddy about your meeting?" You tilt your head slightly, watching as his chest falls quickly.
The facade you kept was poisonous, but everyone ate with a spoonful of trust.
You fall back into your chair with a long roll of your eyes.
When you look up again, you're brought upon a pair of dark eyes and a massive amount of curls.
You could almost lean in and smell the lingering mist of her perfume, but instead you turned your mind to the conversation at hand.
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"Bellatrix, what is she doing here? Her devotion lies with Rodolphus." You cross your arms over your chest and frown.
Somehow, you already know the answer but can't bring yourself to utter the words.
"Are you alright in here? Dinner will be in a few moments." Narcissa Malfoy shuffles into the room, the bright stripe in her hair vibrant.
You nod your head with a small smile, "thank you."
