Draco Malfoy Imagines

Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions - #85

Diagon Alley was magnificent. Rows of shops lined the cobbled street. All of which possessing unique coloured boards above the shopfront with their names plastered upon them. Your father walked you down the street as a few other eleven year old children wandered down just like you. You reached Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and walked through the tall door. "Okay, (Y/N). You get fitted for a robe. I'll be right back. I just have to get some money out." Your father told you with a smile as he kissed your head and ruffled your hair.
You nodded as he exited the shop and left you standing there. "Hello. You here for Hogwarts?" A tall lady with thin half circle glasses asked.
You nodded once more. "Um. Yes, I am." You told her.
A kind smile stretched across her face as she led you over to a stool that she asked you to stand on.

The lady began to take your measurements. Arm span, height, circumference (if that's what you call it). She measured every inch of you to get the exact measurements. You didn't notice you were daydreaming until the soft ring of the bell on the top of the door sounded. In walked a young boy your age with swept back platinum hair and prominent grey eyes.
"Hogwarts dear?" Another lady asked. The boy nodded. He didn't have anyone with him which you though was strange. At least your dad walked you in. "Right this way." The other lady led him to a stool next to you.

The woman taking your measurements left to get a robe so she could begin pinning it in pace, while his lady had gone to find a tape measure. "Hello." The boy greeted.
You looked over to him and smiled. "Um. Hi. H-how are you?" You asked nervously.
The boy nodded. "I'm fine. What's your name?" He enquired rather quickly.
"(Y/N). (Y/L/N). You?" You asked him.
He smirked. "Draco Malfoy." He spoke proudly. You instantly recognised the name. Malfoy, who could forget that family. He was a mixture between the infamous house of Black and the pureblood loving Malfoy's. Yeah, you knew why he looked so proud.
You had a pure-bloodline to. But it was nothing compared to Draco's. Your family were proud of their pureblood hereditary, but didn't discriminate. They were civil to muggle borns and got in well with half-bloods. Your father was the most accepting member of your entire family, aside from you, and would tell you story's of the muggle born and half-blood best friends he had at school. You wished you could have met them, but they were no longer around. Not after You-Know-Who.

You realised you had slipped back into a daydream when you head the click of the tape measure the other lady was using. As your fitter walked back in and began draping the robe over your shoulders, you bought up a more developed convocation. "So, where are your parents?" You asked as you stretched your arms out to the side and Draco did the same so you both could be fitted correctly. Your finger tips almost touched which made you go a bright crimson at the slight awkwardness of the situation.
Draco looked out of the large shop window. "Father is buying my books. My mother, however, is looking at wands." He stated. "What about yours?" He asked in return seeming genuinely interested.
"My dad has just gone into Gringotts." You told him with a smile.
He looked at you in anticipation. "And your mother?" He pressed.
"Oh. Right. She's not around anymore." You spoke reluctantly.
But Draco's selfish nature pressed the topic further. "Dead or-" he heartlessly enquiries before you could cut him off.
"Why does it matter. She's just not here." You concluded spitefully.
The boy smirked at your temper but just shrugged.

You furrowed your eyebrows while you rolled your eyes and looked down at how far through the lady was. You hoped she was almost done so you could finally get away from the stuck up brat beside you. "So what house do you think you'll be in?" He asked nonchalantly, as though he hadn't just terribly aggravated you only seconds ago.
You shot him a glance. "Slytherin probably. Why?" You told him briskly.
The boy smirked. It was unnerving when he smirked, you weren't entirely sure what he was thinking when he made that face. "Is that so?" He asked.
"Well , yes. My whole family have been in Slytherin, so why can't I?" You tried him, glaring into his grey eyes. "No point in asking you though. We all know where you'll be going." You stated knowingly.
The boy just nodded. "I can't wait to be joining you." He told you as you hopped off of the stool once the lady had pinned the final part.

Your father suddenly hurtled into the shop with some money in his pockets.
As you stood close to your dad while he payed, Draco piped up once again. "Merlins beard. Look at that giant man. I hope he doesn't try and come in here. He might knock the entire place down." He chuckled at his own observation. You just rolled your eyes and pulled on your dad's jacket. "Let's go." He whispered with a smile after he thanked the lady behind the counter.
"Bye (Y/L/N). See you in the common room." Draco smiled while you rolled your eyes, making your way past a messy brown haired boy with bright green eyes and round glasses who was walking into the shop.
"Good luck." You mutters to the familiar looking boy as you both glanced at Draco standing proudly at the back of the shop.