Draco Malfoy Imagines

The Yule Ball part 1

Y/N POV
The Yule Ball. That was the only thing people were going on all day about, Hermione and Ron were arguing about something as always and Harry was just being amused by it all. Harry turned to me during our study period with Snape and said "Y/N have you been thinking about who you want to go to the ball with?"
"No, not really I don't think anyone's going to ask me anyways" I was never into dresses and makeup and first and for mostly DANCING! I'd probably hit someone.
"Oh Y/N of course someone's going to ask you, you are so oblivious sometimes! Do you not realise your the most wanted girl in Gryffindor!" I scoffed "Hermione that is not true at all" I laughed as I thought about the idea. Me the most wanted girl in Gryffindor.

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It was lunch and I was starving! I must point out and say that checking your potions book whilst walking to your common room is a very bad idea.

BANG!

A second later I'm flat on my bum on the floor "ow, Jesus that hurt" I groaned whilst getting up from the floor.
"Shouldn't you just stay on the floor where you belong ey' L/N" I mentally threw up knowing who I'd bumped into, "Shove off Malfoy, go torture some first years and watch where your going!" I snapped.
Malfoy and I had always had a complicated relationship. We hated each other to the ends of time and earth itself, it's actually not that complicated at all.
"You filthy blood traitor, how dare you speak to me like that!" I despised him using those words, thinking he was so much mightier than everyone else! "Don't ever call me that again Malfoy! Don't ever speak to me again got it!" I hugged my text books into my chest and walked away, no longer in the mood to study.

Draco's POV
"You filthy blood traitor, how dare you speak to me like that!" That girl needed to get her head straight, talking to me like ha! My father would hear about this! Every since first year when she stood up for that pathetic excuse of a wizard called Weasley, we had always hated each other . Y/N was from a high class family, my father would tell me to get along with her even if she was a stupid Gryffindor, I was cut short from my thoughts as I heard,
"Don't ever call me that again Malfoy! Don't ever speak to me again got it!" My eyes widened, she's never gotten this upset over something like that.
She'll get over it, she won't actually stop speaking to me. Right?...