It had only been two months since the Slytherin Prince came crashing into your world and changed everything for the better. Draco grew more accustomed to your quirks and styles of life, considering you were a Muggleborn. You doubted at times why he likes you, let alone considers you at all as his significant other. Sighing as you laid on your bed, you felt a sense of confusion wave over you. Brushing it off, you sighed again, hearing the door of your bedroom open and a smirking blonde walked in, laying next to you on the bed. Turning to you with concern in his grey eyes, he cuddled closer, making you chuckle. Kissing your forehead he groaned in exasperation.
"Merlin, you are one hell of a dork, my love." You chuckled again, only to press a quick kiss to his lips and retort in a snarky way.
"Of, course, but that's why you love me." He chuckled quietly, bringing you closer into his arms before giving his response gently in your ear.
"Indeed. And if falling in love is anything like being drunk, then I never want to be sober."
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The Boy Who Had No Choice Imagines
Fiksi PenggemarThis is dedicated to my death eater and fellow Draco lover, and because it's Draco. Why not? Draco Malfoy belongs to my queen, J.K Rowling, you belong to you, and the stories belong to me.
