Draco Malfoy Imagines

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The Amazing Bouncing Ferret
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Y/N impatiently waited in the Slytherin common room, ignoring all the sniggers and glares that Pansy and her friends were sending her way. Draco was being brought in by Professor Moody for a quick discussion of cowardly actions with the head of Slytherin, Professor Snape. In which case, appointed him to transfigure Draco into a white ferret.

It was already the talk of the school before it reached her, up in the library where she was doing her assignments. She was having this ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach, all day long. And she couldn't help but worry about what might've happened to him after hearing all sorts of versions like; Moody using an unforgivable curse on him, or Harry leaving him heavily wounded in an unsupervized wand fight, and the worst, him being expelled.

Of course, all of that would never nor will happen.

After what seemed like decades of waiting, Snape came bursting in with Draco grasped by the back of his collar. When he released him from his hold, he muttered something which she made the word disappointment out of making Draco scoff and audibly say that his father will definitely hear about this.

Snape's gaze shifted from Draco to Y/N, her being the only student with a different house inside the Slytherin common room. "And what brings you here Ms. Y/L/N?" he asked with the same cold tone he uses with every other student. Draco cranes his neck and saw her sitting awkwardly in the middle of the common room. She was just about to speak up when Draco beckoned Crabbe to lead her out.

"I was just about to make her leave, Professor," says Crabbe as he tugged Y/N on the sleeve, dragging her out of the common room.

"You should probably wait here or just head on out." Crabbe dully informed her and scurried back into the portrait hole, but instead of doing the latter, she hid herself in a corner and waited for Snape to leave. A few moments later, she was peering out of her hiding place to see Snape walking away from the dungeons. Not a minute later, she sees Draco staggering out of the portrait hole. Glancing from left to right in search of something, particularly someone.

Y/N stepped out of the dark, his eyes falling on hers just like the first time which made the butterflies in her stomach go wild and Draco let out a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry about that, you know what he's like." Draco said, scratching the back of his head and instantly wincing as it happened to hurt.

"Oh I do," she assures, slowly walking towards him. On her tiptoes, she softly places a hand on his cheek, running her thumb along the bruises that contrasted on his pale face down to his neck.

"Although, even if you had done something unpleasant," Y/N said, fixing his usually well-kempt blond hair, "Violence is never the answer."

"You know what? With those choice of words you sound just like Professor McGonagall — wait, why are you crying?" He asked, noticing the unshed tears in her eyes.

Blinking them away, she mentally scolded herself for being so emotional. "I was worried sick, you stupid git!" Y/N said through her teeth, hitting him on the shoulder and making him flinch away.

"Well, you don't have to make a big fuss about it!" He complained as he rubbed his already bruised shoulder. "Come off it Y/N. It's no big deal, really." Draco assured her.

"Really? Oh shut up will you! No big deal, like you weren't on the verge of crying after what happened." Her last words were barely audible, just a whisper.

"Balderdash! And who told you that? Scarhead Potter and his Mudblood friends?" Draco was livid, his fingers digging into his palm. As he saw her downcasted face, he quickly muttered an apology. Blotches of pink spreading across his face, Y/N wondered if it was out of embarrasment or anger, maybe both. Draco tried convincing her back into the common room, he insisted that they continue their talk inside.

"Blimey," Y/N said looking at her naked wrist for effect, "Look at the time! I should probably be heading back–" her words came to a halt as she felt his soft lips against hers, catching her off guard.

"That 'ought to make you stay then?" he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. Still she refused, making him shrug in mock-defeat. He clambered through the portrait hole only looking back to give her a wave goodbye but instead of leaving, Y/N followed him suit.

"Oh?" Draco acted surprised as he turned around to see Y/N standing awkwardly infront of the portrait hole. "I thought you said you were leaving?" Draco said in a taunting voice, raising an eyebrow at her as he fell back on the couch, resting his gangly arms on it and unable to wipe the cheeky grin off his face. Goyle approached him with a basin full of water, and Y/N quickly snatched it from him. "I can do it," she whispered as she retrieved the towel from Crabbe.

"Well, I was going to," she said, drawing out the words. "But if you'd rather Parkinson do it for you instead..." Y/N trailed off menacingly, mustering up the sweetest smile.

Draco's face twisted in disgust and annoyance, earning a laugh from her. She moved to sit beside him but Draco grabbed her by the waist, making her sit on his lap instead. Y/N flushed as she tried to get up to no avail.

"What're you staring at?" he sneered at the onlookers, giving them an icy glare that made them look away at once. "Oh shut up," Draco grumbled at her efforts to stifle her laughter. Y/N felt a string of contentment as she watched a fuming Pansy Parkinson stomp out the portrait hole. Slamming it shut in her wake and making her face split into a grin just like Draco's.