The Draco Malfoy Imagine Book

Best Christmas Gift

So this is a Christmas special. Sorry for the delay. Finals were killing me. Enjoy!

Each hallway, each corner, each brick of this gigantic castle sings in merriment of the arrival of Christmas. Every soul relishes the happiness of their fellow mates; feels the warmth and affection of family members. Why can't I be like this? Be happy for others' happiness? Why do I have to be so selfish? It seems like I am the only person with daunted eyes and a hollow heart, as I walk past the hallways and into the Headmaster's office to recieve the same, wary, sorrowful message I recieve every year. Dumbledore must be sensing my sad self as I know how much he regrets updating me that my family doesn't want me to stay with them and enjoy Christmas.

I walk into his enormous office, the strange artefacts that manage to generate curiosity among people not having the same effect on me, considering the fact that I walk in here, probably more often than Potter. Dumbledore spots me from his chair and his piercing blue eyes fill with empathy.

"Ah, Miss (L/n), please, have a seat."

"Thank you," I gratify blankly, my voice coming out without any emotion. After all the hurt and rejection I have been through in the last six years of my life, I seem to have lost all emotions that should be encrusted in the heart of a teenage girl like myself. I sit down on the chair which is separated from the knowledgable professor by the enormous and mystifying table. He scans my face, which seems to lack any sweetness due to the constant demoralisation I face in every moment of my life.

"I am extremely sorry (Y/n), to break to you the fact that your family would not be able to stay in town for Christmas as they have to sort out some official business to sort out during the holidays-"

"That's alright, Professor. I understand that my family does not accept the Slytherin in me, and hence, the whole of me. It's nothing new to me. Thank you for letting me know."

I stand up and leave his office. I feel the cold air hug my body. Is it really possible to feel like this even when no dementor is in the viscinity? It seems like all my memories take a huge leap from the back of my head and cast themselves in my vision. Every word, every insult directed at me. The sharpness of those words cutting right through my already weak heart, devoid of any emotion.

I find myself in the Great Hall, observing every living individual glorifying with excitement. I walk across to the Slytherin table and sit wherever I find a place. I don't even know beside whom I am sitting. I grab a goblet of pumpkin juice and drink it, the amazing delicacy doing little help to lift my spirits.

"Useless! A curse to the family name! We didn't know you had developed this monster within yourself!"

"All the money we spent on you has gone to utter waste!"

"We tried our best to make you a brave soul, devoid of fear. Yet here you are, disgracing us by your presence."

I blink back the fresh, hot tears that threaten to fall from my eyes. I am a disgrace to my family. I look longingly at the Gryffindor table, wondering what I would look like in their crimson and golden robes, sitting there and feeling excited with the twinkle in my eyes that I had as a child.

"We expected that you will grow up to be a respectful being in future. Where did we go wrong?"

"I wish you were like the rest of your cousins. Not what you are, a piece of filth!"

A drop falls on my cheekbone and I hastily wipe it away, making sure no one noticed. I don't want to portray my weak heart, broken into a thousand pieces, to anyone. Sensing the wave of the same hot fluid in my eyes, I get up hurriedly and rush out of everybody's presence.