Harry Potter ❥ IMAGINES

Draco x Reader (Pillow Fort)

     "(Y/N), you sure yer alright?" Hagrid eyed you curiously. "'Course, Hagrid. I'm as good as ever!" You say between coughs, giving him your famously bright smile. He shook his head and walked away. "If ya say so." "Stupid oaf." Draco scoffed. You shot him a dirty look. "Malfoy, he just doesn't want to bother me!" You lecture your charmingly insufferable boyfriend. He shrugged and turned back to his blabbering friends.
     The Golden Trio rolled their eyes at him and turned back to you. "What's wrong, Natalie?" Hermione asks in concern. "You've been hacking for nearly all day! Blimey, I bet these nasty skrewts are why you're getting sick." Ron adds. You chuckle and shake your head. "I reckon it's just a little cold, that's all." You reassure them.
     "Oh, we'll check up on you later in the dorms. Malfoy's giving Harry and Ron the stink eye." Hermione whispers. The two boys whip around and glare at Draco. He gives an icy stare back, and Harry even smirks and rests his arm on your shoulder. This lights a fire in Draco's eyes, and you push Harry off before he could get up and knock Harry all the way to Privet Drive.
     "Overprotective twat..." Hermione softly laughs, and leaves, though you can see she's slightly hurt that you're with someone that despises her so much. You sigh and walk over to Draco. "You've ought to stop treating my friends that way. They aren't your enemies anymore." You say with a sneeze. "Enough about them, what's wrong with you, love? First Snape goes so far as to offer you cough serum, which he never does, and now you're practically dying here?"
     You sigh and let him run his fingers through your hair, only slightly enjoying seeing the jealous look on your ex-boyfriend Ernie's face behind him. "I'm really sensitive to cold weather, and weeks like these aren't great for me." You quietly explain. Before he can answer, Hagrid's class ends and students shove past you to get out. "Hey, watch it twats! My girl is sick, here!" "Oh Merlin, shut up Draco!" You yelp, embarrassed.
     He laughs and quickly follows you out, but turns serious when you throw a coughing fit in the corridors. Transfiguration is next for both of you. "Skip?" "Skip."

     After stealing the other Slytherins' sheets and pillows, you force Draco in building an extravagant fort with you in the middle of the common room. Well, you made him do all the work. But technically you did help by lighting up the fort with a flick of the wand, which is what muggles call "fairy lights". "I thought this would be a childish idea, but it turned out to be... decent." He nodded. "Oh, you sound like a boring grown up. Have some fun!"
     Your sickness instantly got better the more you relaxed in there. Draco sat on mounds of fluffy blankets and scribbled his essay with an elegant quill, while you lay smothered under countless pillows and nibbling the chocolate you had left over from Draco's Valentine gift. It was the coziest you've ever felt, relaxing under twinkling stars with the love of your life, closed off from the world with walls of sheets, kissing and touching his soft and illuminated face with ultimate privacy.
     You were lost in a glimmering trance when a noise broke your two passionate lips apart. Blaise's voice boomed from the entryway. "McGonagall was so unfair, sh- what the hell?" Crabbe and Goyle's lumbering feet rushed over and immediately burst through your dainty entrance. Their two pudgy faces stared at your enveloped bodies, and you instantly slid out of his arms and lap.
     "This place is so magical! Why didn't you invite us?"

          "(Y/N), you sure yer alright?" Hagrid eyed you curiously. "'Course, Hagrid. I'm as good as ever!" You say between coughs, giving him your famously bright smile. He shook his head and walked away. "If ya say so." "Stupid oaf." Draco scoffed. You shot him a dirty look. "Malfoy, he just doesn't want to bother me!" You lecture your charmingly insufferable boyfriend. He shrugged and turned back to his blabbering friends.
     The Golden Trio rolled their eyes at him and turned back to you. "What's wrong, Natalie?" Hermione asks in concern. "You've been hacking for nearly all day! Blimey, I bet these nasty skrewts are why you're getting sick." Ron adds. You chuckle and shake your head. "I reckon it's just a little cold, that's all." You reassure them.
     "Oh, we'll check up on you later in the dorms. Malfoy's giving Harry and Ron the stink eye." Hermione whispers. The two boys whip around and glare at Draco. He gives an icy stare back, and Harry even smirks and rests his arm on your shoulder. This lights a fire in Draco's eyes, and you push Harry off before he could get up and knock Harry all the way to Privet Drive.
     "Overprotective twat..." Hermione softly laughs, and leaves, though you can see she's slightly hurt that you're with someone that despises her so much. You sigh and walk over to Draco. "You've ought to stop treating my friends that way. They aren't your enemies anymore." You say with a sneeze. "Enough about them, what's wrong with you, love? First Snape goes so far as to offer you cough serum, which he never does, and now you're practically dying here?"
     You sigh and let him run his fingers through your hair, only slightly enjoying seeing the jealous look on your ex-boyfriend Ernie's face behind him. "I'm really sensitive to cold weather, and weeks like these aren't great for me." You quietly explain. Before he can answer, Hagrid's class ends and students shove past you to get out. "Hey, watch it twats! My girl is sick, here!" "Oh Merlin, shut up Draco!" You yelp, embarrassed.
     He laughs and quickly follows you out, but turns serious when you throw a coughing fit in the corridors. Transfiguration is next for both of you. "Skip?" "Skip."

     After stealing the other Slytherins' sheets and pillows, you force Draco in building an extravagant fort with you in the middle of the common room. Well, you made him do all the work. But technically you did help by lighting up the fort with a flick of the wand, which is what muggles call "fairy lights". "I thought this would be a childish idea, but it turned out to be... decent." He nodded. "Oh, you sound like a boring grown up. Have some fun!"
     Your sickness instantly got better the more you relaxed in there. Draco sat on mounds of fluffy blankets and scribbled his essay with an elegant quill, while you lay smothered under countless pillows and nibbling the chocolate you had left over from Draco's Valentine gift. It was the coziest you've ever felt, relaxing under twinkling stars with the love of your life, closed off from the world with walls of sheets, kissing and touching his soft and illuminated face with ultimate privacy.
     You were lost in a glimmering trance when a noise broke your two passionate lips apart. Blaise's voice boomed from the entryway. "McGonagall was so unfair, sh- what the hell?" Crabbe and Goyle's lumbering feet rushed over and immediately burst through your dainty entrance. Their two pudgy faces stared at your enveloped bodies, and you instantly slid out of his arms and lap. 
     "This place is so magical! Why didn't you invite us?"

          "(Y/N), you sure yer alright?" Hagrid eyed you curiously. "'Course, Hagrid. I'm as good as ever!" You say between coughs, giving him your famously bright smile. He shook his head and walked away. "If ya say so." "Stupid oaf." Draco scoffed. You shot him a dirty look. "Malfoy, he just doesn't want to bother me!" You lecture your charmingly insufferable boyfriend. He shrugged and turned back to his blabbering friends.
     The Golden Trio rolled their eyes at him and turned back to you. "What's wrong, Natalie?" Hermione asks in concern. "You've been hacking for nearly all day! Blimey, I bet these nasty skrewts are why you're getting sick." Ron adds. You chuckle and shake your head. "I reckon it's just a little cold, that's all." You reassure them.
     "Oh, we'll check up on you later in the dorms. Malfoy's giving Harry and Ron the stink eye." Hermione whispers. The two boys whip around and glare at Draco. He gives an icy stare back, and Harry even smirks and rests his arm on your shoulder. This lights a fire in Draco's eyes, and you push Harry off before he could get up and knock Harry all the way to Privet Drive.
     "Overprotective twat..." Hermione softly laughs, and leaves, though you can see she's slightly hurt that you're with someone that despises her so much. You sigh and walk over to Draco. "You've ought to stop treating my friends that way. They aren't your enemies anymore." You say with a sneeze. "Enough about them, what's wrong with you, love? First Snape goes so far as to offer you cough serum, which he never does, and now you're practically dying here?"
     You sigh and let him run his fingers through your hair, only slightly enjoying seeing the jealous look on your ex-boyfriend Ernie's face behind him. "I'm really sensitive to cold weather, and weeks like these aren't great for me." You quietly explain. Before he can answer, Hagrid's class ends and students shove past you to get out. "Hey, watch it twats! My girl is sick, here!" "Oh Merlin, shut up Draco!" You yelp, embarrassed.
     He laughs and quickly follows you out, but turns serious when you throw a coughing fit in the corridors. Transfiguration is next for both of you. "Skip?" "Skip."

     After stealing the other Slytherins' sheets and pillows, you force Draco in building an extravagant fort with you in the middle of the common room. Well, you made him do all the work. But technically you did help by lighting up the fort with a flick of the wand, which is what muggles call "fairy lights". "I thought this would be a childish idea, but it turned out to be... decent." He nodded. "Oh, you sound like a boring grown up. Have some fun!"
     Your sickness instantly got better the more you relaxed in there. Draco sat on mounds of fluffy blankets and scribbled his essay with an elegant quill, while you lay smothered under countless pillows and nibbling the chocolate you had left over from Draco's Valentine gift. It was the coziest you've ever felt, relaxing under twinkling stars with the love of your life, closed off from the world with walls of sheets, kissing and touching his soft and illuminated face with ultimate privacy.
     You were lost in a glimmering trance when a noise broke your two passionate lips apart. Blaise's voice boomed from the entryway. "McGonagall was so unfair, sh- what the hell?" Crabbe and Goyle's lumbering feet rushed over and immediately burst through your dainty entrance. Their two pudgy faces stared at your enveloped bodies, and you instantly slid out of his arms and lap.
     "This place is so magical! Why didn't you invite us?"

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