《Harry Potter Imagines》

Draco Malfoy- Slytherin Princess

You sigh as Draco Malfoy picks on the Golden Trio yet again. You roll your eyes and trudge over to them.

"Draco, leave them alone or I'll turn your hair pink," you say, wand in hand. Draco smirks.

"My father will hear of it, dearest Y/N," he mocks. You simply roll your eyes.

"Draco, I've warned you. Now leave them be. They aren't worth your insults," you say nonchalantly, as this occurence is very usual. There is rarely a time when you don't break up a fight betwixt the enemies.

Draco huffs, and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Fine, but just this once," he says, huffing off. You watch as he leaves. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sigh in relief.

"Thank you so much for doing that, Y/N," Ron says. You nod and head off to class.

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"You did what? Y/N, your parents would be absolutely furious! You know that Draco tells his father of every conversation the two of you have, right? Your father and his are considering arranging your marriage with Draco," your friend says at dinner later in the evening.

You groan and put your head in your hands.

"Don't remind me. Every time I see Lucius, he starts sizing me up for Draco. And..argh! It's so frustrating! I don't even like the bloody git," you say, earning an eye roll from your friend.

"We all know that's a lie, L/N. You know you can't resist this," Draco says behind you, smirking and motioning to himself.

You groan and roll your eyes once again.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" You ask. Draco's smirk grows.

"Well, since my father is 'sizing you up' as you say, we may as well just get together to make him stop, or at least pretend we're together," he says, eyeing you up and down.

"Hell no. I wouldn't get with you, even if it was pretend, and even if we were the last people on Earth and our race depended on it," you say, standing up from your seat.

You shove past a shell- shocked Draco, and go back to your dorm.

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"That was harsh, Y/N. After you rejected him, Draco acted all angry and shoved Crabbe and Goyle away. He even stormed off. Oh, and he was clenching his fists so tightly, they were turning unnaturally white," your friend reports later, when you're safe in the Slytherin dorms.

"Should I care?" You ask, sighing.

"I think you should. He likes you, Y/N. Rejection hurts, and it really hurt him," your friend says. You sigh once more and plop yourself onto your bed.

"I don't like him, though. Can't he get it through his thick skull?" You ask. Your friend sighs, shaking her head.

"You don't get it, do you? He likes you. He bloody likes you! For all he knows, you're playing hard to get," your friend says, crossing her arms.

You groan, getting under the covers.

"I'll make amends tomorrow,"you say, yawning.

"You'd better tell him that you secretly harbour feelings for him. Or I will," your friend threatens, meaning every word.

You sigh.

"Alright, alright. Like I said; tomorrow. Now let me sleep," you say, rolling over and nestling into the covers on the bed.

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You sit next to your friend in potions. (A/N- from here on out, your friend's name is Marie)