draco malfoy imagines

Rain

Suggested by @finnwolfhardtrash you wanted rain so you got rain ehhe.

Ugh. Another day at Hogwarts. I mean I pretty much live here and I love the building but the only main problem is the people.

Everyone.

Is.

So.

Fake.

And by fake I mean chatting about people behind their back, snitching, hence there is even bullying. So this is why my good old self is an anti social ravenclaw.

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Divination. I don't get it, how can the solar system predict my death? I'm sorry but Professer Trelawny needs to stop her firewhiskey.

Drip. Drop.

What?

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Was that the mouldy tea?

Drip drop drip drop drip drip drop drip drip drip drip drop.

I looked out of the window.

Of course! It's raining! My favourite! Ah, Will divination hurry the fuck up so I can go out before it's dinner?

Briiiiingg!!

I packed up my books and quill quicker than lightning and rushed to the ravenclaw tower.

As I completed the question given, I dropped my bag in my room and ran back out.

The rain was getter heavier and heavier by the minute.

I ran past the great hall where a lot of the students were and went outside.

Ahh! The rain, it makes me feel refreshed and not giving a care about what's going on.

I usually sat near this old tree and read but as it was raining, that was unlikely. Instead I got my guitar.

"Accio guitar!" Within a second my beloved instrument was hovering just an inch away from me. I grabbed it.

I sat under the tree. This was my calm area, to get away from the people whom I dislike.

Which was pretty much everyone.

I started to strum a few chords on my guitar when a voice came behind my ear.

"Y/N." What? How does this person know me. I'm biggest introvert in the world.

I didn't dare to look back. What if it was a monster ready to kill me? Or a creep wanting to bury me alive? Stop Y/N, it's gonna be a student.

I twitched my eyes to the floor.

Green wool. A green woolly scarf was moving around due to the wind.

So this person is in Slytherin. The cunning snake is probably behind me at the moment.

"And you are?" I say back.

He jumped Infront of me.

"I'm me, you should know me." Oh, it's Draco Malfoy.

Let's wonder into the past with me and Draco.

"Why are you always on your own?" This unfamiliar boy asked me. His hair was slicked back and platinum blonde.

"Im scared." I whispered.

"What?" He couldn't hear me.

"I'm scared." I said a little louder.

"Your scared?" He asked to make sure.

I nodded.

He took me by the hand and dragged me up from under my safe place, the tree.

"Hey! Let me go!" I say but not loud enough to startle him and let me go.

"You need to make friends." He claimed.

"I don't want friends." I said back. It was true, I don't want friends.

"Well atleast be my friend." I realised he was still holding my hand.

"Uhhmm," I looked down at our hands and he followed my eyes to our palms connected.

"Ohh, sorry." He let go of my hand and looked down sheepishly.

"I think I should go now." I say as I pick up my guitar.

"Atleast tell me your name." He puts a barrier between us, stopping me from moving.

"Y/n." I say back.

"I'm Draco Malfoy. You should know that, right?"

To be completely honest, I didn't. I guess I was so quiet that I didn't know him. But I just lied.

"Yeah I do." My lie falls out of my mouth into words.

It was only a little white lie.

Suddenly, it started to rain.

"Oh look it's raining. Should I bring you inside?" Draco suggested.

"No, I love the rain. It's my favourite weather." I said as I stared up and the water droplets splashed on my face.

"Oh um, ok. I'll just leave you here then Y/N. Goodbye."  Draco responded and as the rain got heavier, he rushed off inside, nice and warm.

So, that's the first time we met. Other times were once every two months outside where nobody saw us, but it was only a minute encounter as I didn't like the majority of the human population.

"Oh dear Y/N, how've you changed. But you're still the same." He sat next to me without hesitation before I could say anything.

"Are you going to say anything?" He asked.

"I just remember second year ya outside like this." That was all that came to my mind.  

"You still love the rain don't you?"

"You bet a hundred times more."

I guess some things don't change.