The Draco Malfoy Imagine Book

Chivalrous Rivalry

A/N: I decided that including smut in my very first imagine would be a shame. So, I promise that I will eventually include it. Read on!

Warning: fluff, slight swearing.

Muggle-born Slytherin. Huh, strange, right? Slytherin House of Hogwarts includes all those pure-blood wizards and witches who are proud of their blood-status, quite ambitious in nature, cunning, and have a smart, smart mouth to retort or insult someone.
I was indeed very surprised when The Sorting Hat put me in Slytherin because I don't have any of those qualities. Well, except the retorting part and ambitious nature. I absolutely cannot insult people, nor am I cunning. Forget about being the muggle-born.
I remember a paricular blonde-head, Draco Malfoy, having a disgusted and annoyed expression when he saw that I was put to Slytherin.
"It's a shame to the House!" I remember his words. Since then, our mutual hatred has been very prevalent. Whenever I catch him or his cronies torturing some poor, common soul, I am always ready to fire back. When it comes to me, I know the exact words that come to my head to annoy the complete shit out of Malfoy.
Today was no different. While coming out of Potions, where I was indiscreetly partnered with Malfoy, I was indeed extremely angry when I found him bickering at some poor 2nd year.
"Oh, you are such a wastage of space, you filthy mudblood."
On seeing the poor girl's face in near-tears, I felt my sympathy and hatred take over my calm self.
"MALFOY!"
"Ah, look who we have here! Yet another of the same sort, aren't you."
"Well, thankfully, I am not a stupid, stupid pure-blood who thinks of distinguishing people over stupid, stupid things like blood-status, just so likely to you!"
"Well well my friends. It's quite clear that these mudbloods do not know what we call self-respect, dignity and pride. What a shame," said Malfoy.
"Which is quite stupid, considering the fact that I have more self-respect, dignity and pride than you, Malfoy."
"Oh, but as far as I know, you are nothing but a worthless, fat, ugly, and stupidly dark or rather as you call it your so-tanned complexioned mudblood, who thinks she is worthy of any praise, fake as it is, and always jumps into helping random people she doesn't even know."
Ouch! That hurt. You see, although I am a stout and brave person on the outside, I am feeble inside. Whatever people say about me, I tend to believe it. Naturally, I believed him too.
"Oh well, someone is on the verge of tears."
"In your dreams, Malfoy. But you know what? I shouldn't be wasting my time on some random foulbreath who relishes his father's money and status, and who doesn't have a clue of the world, and who himself is worthless, so tries to lessen it by including his father in every comment."
His face contorted with rage.
"My father will hear about this!"
A large amout of laughing was heard. I realised that a big group of students had surrounded us while we were fighting.
"There we go again. I don't care what your father hears or thinks, Malfoy. So just fuck off." Turning to the now amused 2nd year, I continued,"Hey. You must be missing classes. Go on. Just forget that any of this happened, ok? And just inform me whenever this filth troubles you."
She nodded, and went away. I started on my way to Herbology, after which was dinner.
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I thought too much about my fat, ugly self, and decided to skip dinner. I stayed up in my dormitory, trying to study, and occassionally looking at the mirror to check out myself. I stared back at the hopeless (y/e/c) eyed and (y/h/l) (y/h/c) haired girl. I was not too fat, but not skinny either. My curves were a bit too defined.
I decided to ignore all of this and start on my homework. Did I mention that I found solace in studying at the dormitory than the common room? Yeah, I preferred this than the constant bickering of Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy, and their trolls, against me.
"(Y/n)?"
I recognised the voice. What did Malfoy want?
"What is your problem? Can't you please leave my fat ugly self alone and go away? Don't bother me!"
"I didn't choose to come to you, mudblood. Snape sent me to check on you, whether you are ill or not."
"Well, for your information, I am not. Now leave the hell out of here. You are not supposed to be in the girls' dormitories."
"I am a prefect and am gladly allowed to go anywhere I want, (l/n)."
"Do whatever you feel like, then. Just leave me alone."
As soon as I said that, he barged into the room and locked the door. I was extremely embarassed as he had just seen me in my nightwear- a tank top and shorts- which revealed a lot of skin, with my hair on top of my head, in a messy bun. I could feel my face flushed. His face had on an expression I didn't ever see on him. His mouth was agape, grey eyes wide open, examining me thouroughly, as I stood in front of the full-length mirror.
"Will you just stand there mindlessly gawking at me or say what are you doing in here when I very politely asked you to leave me alone?"
"I'm rather enjoying my mindless gawk, (y/n). But, as a reminder, you were everything but polite to me. Which reminds me, I had come in to see whether you are okay. You sounded extremely teary and sad."
"What do you care, Malfoy?"
"Oh, trust me, I do," he said, and I could figure out the trace of his well-known smirk curl up his lips.
"Please. Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk to anyone right now."
"(Y/n), I know that you are depressed because of what I said about you. Trust me, none of that is true."
What? Malfoy is never among those who compliment others, especially a mudblood!
It was now my turn to stand gawking at him. He looked flustered at my reaction.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
"N-no. It's just that......you never compliment anyone."
At that moment, I found him adorable. He was trying to hide his reddened face, grey eyes embarassed. Stop it (y/n)! You can't like this guy who tortured you for the past four years!
He smiled a genuine smile, and said,"Well, you are worthy of a compliment now."
I found myself blushing. Ew! (Y/n) stop!
"Why did you say all of those dreadful things then? Surely, it seemed to me like you meant it. You know Malfoy, I was hurt. Generally, I ignore all your comments. But I don't know why, it mattered to me a lot today," I blabbered like an idiot.
He looked embarassed again. It seemed like he was battling with himself on whether he should be saying what he is going to say. Finally, he decides to go with the flow, I guess.
"Truth is, I like you a lot. And....my parents, my father to be specific, found out that I fell for a mudblood. So, in order to prove it to him that I have not fallen for you, I insult you. I don't want to. I just want to tell you the truth that I really have fallen for you."
Again, I was speechless. I could not believe my ears. Did he just confess? Did he?
"Well, you just have."
"Yeah, I know. I understand that you won't like me back. You know, for I insulted you a lot. You are so gorgeous. I...well....what do you say in these situations? Merlin! Help me!"
I laughed his immaturity. He is so adorable!
"I guess I should speak now. Recently, I have found out that I like you a lot, too. Maybe, that's the reason why I was hurt when you said those things to me. I was worried that you won't like me because I am not too attractive for you."
His eyes were wide, disbelieving.
"For the love of Merlin, NO! You are too damn gorgeous! I told you why I said that! Open your ears (y/n)! YOU. ARE. TOO. DAMN. GORGEOUS."
I blushed yet again. To control it, I put my head down, biting my lip.
Draco came closer to me. He took my chin between his index finger and thumb, and raised my head too meet his gorgeous orbs.
"Hey, don't hide your face. You look beautiful when you blush."
He released bottom lip from my teeth with his thumb, and gazed at my lips. He then looked at my eyes with so much care, sincerity and love. He looked at my lips again, and leaned in. I leaned in too, closing my eyes.
I felt like firecrackers bursting, and could feel the butterflies rise in my stomach when our lips met. He kissed me with bottled-up passion, and I kissed him back. Our lips moved in sync. He bit my lower lip, begging for entrance. I let him, as he slid his toungue inside my mouth, exploring me, loving me, caressing my tongue. Finally, we were out of breath. We pulled away, as he kept his forehead on mine, his hands on either side of my waist, his eyes on mine. I looked up at him, my hands on his toned chest, rising around his neck. He brushed his nose with mine, exclaiming, "Wow."
"Yeah, wow," was all I could manage to say, as I was mesmerised, hypnotised by his grey eyes burning with sincerity, passion, trust, honesty, and above all, love.
"I love you, Draco Malfoy."
He smiled his rare, genuine smile, his eyes shining bright. I had never seen him this happy.
"I don't know how to respond, considering my inexperience in matters of feelings. But, I love you, (y/n) (l/n). And that was some chivalrous rivalry we had."
I smiled at his immaturity again, and his adorable smile.
"Just shut up and kiss me already."
With that, our lips met again, exploring each other, as I felt it to be my mission never to judge anyone again, and continue kissing him.