Draco Malfoy Imagines

Along The Gryffindor Corridor - #70

You and Harry were sat next to each other at dinner as your boyfriend stared at you from across the room. You always wished you were in Slytherin, but alas not. You had been sorted into Gryffindor on your first day and that's where you stayed. That didn't stop you from making friends with more Slytherins than Gryffindors though. Pansy was your best friend and Draco, your boyfriend. Hermione was the only person outside of Slytherin you got along with well enough to hold a coherent convocation. But wherever Mione was, Harry and Ron followed meaning you spent an unfortunate amount of time with them as well. Not that you though Harry particularly enjoyed your company.

As you sat at the long table, smirking at the platinum haired boy on the other side of the hall, Harry rolled his eyes making a sigh sound. You instantly turned to him and scowled.
"Harry, leave them alone. It's sweet." Hermione told him softly.
You smiled at your friend that sat opposite in thanks but Harry just scoffed. "Yeah, sweet." He commented sarcastically.
Scowling menacingly at the boy beside you, you decided to speak up. "Shut up, Potter. Just because you secretly want to get with Draco." You jibed. You knew it annoyed Harry if you ever said anything like that as he got over defensive.
Harry's eyes darted to his friends franticly. "No I don't!" He protested as you and Mione just giggled. "Shut up (Y/L/N)." He shot back.
You rolled your eyes and went back to looking over at Draco who was sending Potter a sinister glare.

At the end of the meal, everyone walked back to their own common rooms. You with Hermione and Draco with Crabbe and Parkinson. Once Draco had entered his common room, he sat down on the sofa with a sour face. Pansy tiptoed over and plonked herself next to him. "What's up?" She enquired.
Draco looked over her soft featured face. "Nothing." He turned his nose up, turning to look straight ahead.
Pansy sat back on the sofa. "Bollocks!" She protested, knowing something was wrong. "Come on. Out with it. Or do you want me to find (Y/N) so you can tell her?" She asked.
Draco shook his head. "No." He sighed. "It's just, (Y/N). She has been spending a lot of time with Weaselbee and Scar Head." He complained bitterly thinking about the two Gryffindors he despised more than Voldemort did.
Pansy began to giggle. "You think she wants to spend time with them?" She looked surprised as Draco glared at her. "Yeah right. Her only friend in her house, is unfortunately friends with those two imbecile. She regrettably has to." Pansy informed him. "Trust me, if she could spend all her time over here, she would!" She finished, getting up off the sofa and making her way to her dorm. "Maybe cheer her up. All that contact with the Gryffindors must have been traumatic. She needs a bit of Slytherin back in her life." She winked as she walked up to her room.

Draco sighed. Gritting his teeth in the empty common room, he sat up and jumped off of the sofa. Strolling out of the door and down the deserted corridors, Draco made his way to your common room rather reluctantly. He had tried so hard over the years to stay as far away from that god awful place for as long as possible, but today was they day he would have to venture where no Slytherin had gone before.
As he got to the portrait, the Fat Lady glanced at Draco with an unaccommodating stare. "Can I help you?" She asked, sceptically.
Draco looked to his side, checking if anyone was around. "I need to talk to (Y/N)." He demanded.
She looked at him as though waiting for another word to emerge from his mouth. But it never came. "Fine. I'll find someone to fetch her." She told him finally as the portrait swung open.
Draco didn't dare go in, but stayed rooted to the floor where he was position outside the room. As Hermione came over to the door, Draco looked up at her. "(Y/N)?" She assumed.
Draco nodded. "Please." He muttered as the muggle-born witch turned to get you from the table you, Granger and Potter were working at. Harry was attempting to exchange pleasantries while Hermione was answering the door, but you just stared at him unamused. When Mione told you your boyfriend was at the door, you leapt to your feet, leaving the parchment you were working on strewn across the table and bounded to the door.

"Hey Draco." You greeted with a smile, walking out of the red and gold room and into the stone hallway.
Draco beamed as soon as he saw you, acknowledging the glare he was receiving from Harry within the common room. You closed the portrait door and the two of you began making your way down the hallways of the castle.
After conversing about regular, everyday topics, Draco bought up the frustrating boy who had been especially infuriating these past few days. "So. I see you have been spending some time with Potter." He acknowledged.
You groaned. "Yep. Unfortunately."
At this, Draco smirked. Curfew had begun and you both knew you had to be on the look out for Filtch and Mrs Norris. "I don't like him if that's what you were thinking. Don't worry, he's an idiot." You commented as Draco stopped down a long, dark, quiet corridor.

He turned to you pushing you against the painting-less wall and crashed his lips onto yours. His hands went to your waist as he pulled you closer, while your arms wrapped around his neck and fingers tangled in his hair. "He better not come anywhere near you. He keeps looking at you in... that way. You're all mine. Never forget that (Y/L/N)." He muttered against your lips seductively.
Reattaching his lips with yours, the kiss heated up as he grazed his tongue across your bottom lip. He kissed you with passion and dominance, but you returned it with as much fire as he did. You weren't the sort of girl to just sit back and let him do everything. You were stronger than that.
His lips detached from yours but instead made their way along your jaw line and down your neck in the form of small sweet kisses. That was until he got to the crook of your neck, where his lips lie for a few seconds. The feeling of his lips sent shivers down your spine as he began to leave a mark there. When he was satisfied with his work his eyes came to look into yours. They where no longer a light shade of grey but now dark, almost black, with passion. You expected yours were the same and by the smirk on Draco's face, you were right.

With you placing your lips back onto your boyfriends, you heard the faint meow of a cat. You both instantly separated and stared down at the fuzzy animal beside your feet. Hearing Filtch's shoes plodding down the hallway, Draco took your hand and dragged you back towards your common room before you were caught out of bed.
"That bloody cat. It's worse than Potter. I'll hex it one day." Draco complained as he took you back while you still placed kiss' on his red cheeks.
Once you got to the portrait, you said your goodnights and gave each other one final, long lasting kiss before you departed for the evening. "I love you." You whispered to your boyfriend.
He smiled sweetly. "I love you to beautiful."