The Draco Malfoy Imagine Book

Don't Fall

I smile to myself as the cold still penetrates my boot and sock cladden feet, now accompanied by a pair of skates. I step forward into the thin ice, making sure that it does not crack, thus endangering my dear life. Hmm. It's not too thin. Perfect for skating.

I adjust my scarf and beanie as I look over my shoulder. Where is he? That jerk promised me that he will show up in time. It was his fault after all. Yet he forced me into accepting that it was mine, no matter how much I reprimanded his wrong accusations. But this was the only way possible to deviate from surviving the threateningly severe circumstances of my "misconduct".

I glance at my surroundings to find very few muggle-borns gliding across the frozen Black Lake of Hogwarts. Some were graceful. Others, not so much. I trace the patterns of moisture escaping my mouth as I sigh out loud, thinking how tired and bored I am of this predatory winter. Although this is one of my favourite seasons, it's just getting tiresome and loatheful. Winters in England and Scotland seem to last for a prolong period of time as compared to other countries. Sure, I was beyond excited and happy when the first snowfall occured before Christmas; I remember how I went around every corner of the Forbidden Forest just to enjoy the white stuff falling on my shoulders, making them wet. I remember brushing my index finger over a frost-covered leaf, making the fragile ice break with a beautiful and soft crackling sound and reflecting dazzling patterns of the rainbow when the fresh, golden morning rays of the sun fell on them. But now, it feels all too much. All anyone ever sees around is white. The cold seeps into the skin, quivering even my bones. It's the same old sight. I want something new.

I am brought back to reality as I hear a shriek of glee from a first year, and am instantly reminded of my lifelong await for the platinum-blonde jerk. Who does he think he is? Just because he is a prefect doesn't mean he owns all of the power in the world. Well, he sort of does. His money and his incredibly handsome features complete his personality. I admit that the teeny, tiny, dark and primitive side of me still has lingering thoughts about Malfoy. Entire Slytherin has a crush on him, boys and girls alike. Why wouldn't I? But as I said, the very teeny, tiny, dark and primitive side of me crushes on him. He has a noble posture, and whenever he is focusing on his homework or any book, his usually perfectly done platinum hair falls in locks on his pale forehead. He brushes it off sometimes with his palm and fingers.

Whenever he is frustrated with Potter and his little group, he tends to tug at the ends of his hair, making it so messy. But then he becomes completely horrified at the state of it, and tries to bring it under control. His signature smirk always seems to accompany his face whenever he is teasing or taunting someone, or simply flirting. I do notice the little things about him, but he isn't aware of it. Thank goodness, he isn't. If he knew, I would rather be prepared to die than face him. This is because he and I share a sort of different relationship than he shares with most girls, which is, either flirtatious or enemity or bullying.

We have a different relationship. Whenever he sees me in the numerous hallways of Hogwarts, he whistles at me, or passes an inappropriate remark about how my legs look all too amazing to be bare and not covered by my skirt. Of course, I do not take that as a compliment because I have self-respect which other Slytherins seem to lack. I fire back at him, which he seems to enjoy, and his well-known smirk curls up around his lips. This generally leads to a verbal fight. But after dinner, when we are all accumulated in the common room, he shows up with his books and sits beside me on the black sofa, and studies with me, which leads us to help each other in several subjects we have difficulty in, our previous outburst and enemity forgotten.

All in all, he still is an idiotic jerk. Today, for example, he passed me an inappropriate comment at me in the common room yet again, this time, about my arse. I fired back at him, which as usual, led us into a verbal fight. But it was to an extent that I was forced to send a spell in his direction- he had just enraged me so much! He dodged the spell, not like a wizard, but a muggle, and my spell hit the black vase on the coffee table, making it crack up slowly, and shatter into pieces with a high-pitched sound. No matter how much I used the Reparo charm, it just wouldn't fix! Draco, of course took this to his advantage. He blamed me for breaking the vase purposefully, and threatened me that he would report this to Snape unless......
Yes, unless I promised to teach him ice-skating. Though I was momentarily shocked, because Malfoy, who hated all things muggle just asked me to teach him a muggle sport,  all I could think of was how unfair it was. But I had to agree. I did not want detention with Snape. I had a good impression on him. So I agreed.....grudgingly, of course. But the butterflies in my stomach seemed to go crazy. I cursed myself silently. And here I am, still waiting for that slimy git. He is fifteen minutes late!