The Draco Malfoy Imagine Book

Butterflies and Electricity

I looked over the Great Hall to spot one particular blonde seated in the Slytherin table. I couldn't find him. Where could he possibly go? He promised me that he would make an appearance and show me his brand new ring that he had recieved as a present from Narcissa.

I shouldn't be seated in the Ravenclaw table either. Though Slytherin doesn't mind Ravenclaw that much, rather thinks they are better than the other two houses, it still thinks that a Slytherin should always take pride in its status and novelty and hence, shouldn't be seated in any other house table. That would do nothing but disrespect the house and its pride.

I spot Draco, accompanied by Blaise, as he looks over directly at me, his blue orbs sparkling with mirth. Surely, they were talking about something funny, rather making fun of someone. I excuse myself from Luna, with whom I had been sitting all this time, and go over to our usual place in the Slytherin table. Draco sits across from me and Blaise sits beside me, with Pansy across him. Honestly speaking, I have always disliked Pansy. But, for the sake of Draco and his whole pure-blood nonsense, I have to tolerate her, as well be "nice" to her.

Draco has been an exceptionally close friend since our childhood. We both belong to pureblood families, both having the same mindset. But I seem to have been the divergent one. I absolutely cannot tolerate the whole blood purity nonsense. But if I go against it, I go against my family and its pride. Hence, I personally do not classify people according to their blood status, but I don't revolt against it either.

Back to Draco. He has been a very close friend to me for the past three years. With his twinkling eyes, that amusing smirk and those clever words, he has always been able to lift my spirits whenever they go on a downfall. He has always been by my side, supported me in all my difficult times. But sometimes, I feel that there is something beyond that friendship. I ignore this feeling. We are not meant to be as a couple but the best friend duo. I have no objection to be Draco's best friend, but is it a friendly feeling that it seems like the fire within me awakens whenever I see some Slytherin girl putting a hand on his thigh or flirting with him? I want to put these feelings aside, afraid that I might lose him altogether if I do confess. Having some part of him to me is more appealing than losing him completely.

An excited chatter goes around the Great Hall. Of course, it must, what with the Yule Ball coming up. Every girl in the school is excited about it as they wait with patience for some boy to ask them out. Draco, as always, complains about Potter and how he always gets in his way. I stare at him, completely oblivious to the fact that people are excited about which boy is going to ask them out, and that I should be excited about it too, but I find staring at Draco and finding his trademark smirk adorable while his platinum blonde locks fall over his forehead more appealing. He is completely oblivious to the fact that his best friend has developed a gigantic crush on him.

I am so immersed in admiring Draco that I jerk conscious when I feel someone pat my back. I look behind me to find Cormac McLaggen from Gryffindor. His face is flushed and his ears have turned red. He gulps and I notice sweat beading his forehead. Then it occurs to me that he is intimidated by the number of glares from my fellow Slytherins as he has the audacity to crowd their noble space. So I smile warmly at him to make him feel better.

"Yes Cormac?"

He stammers a bit when I acknowledge him.

"(Y/n), I was wondering if you would come with me to the Yule Ball?"

I hear the sound of a loud chuckle coming from Draco and Blaise. Draco almost chokes on his pumpkin juice as he laughs so hard. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he quivers with mirth. I direct an amused yet confused smile at them. Draco explains his behaviour with his words.