The Draco Malfoy Imagine Book

Chill Down the Spine (part 2 of Butterflies and Electricity)

Shout out to SlytherclawNewsie for this request. I changed it a bit, I hope you don't mind. And I hope everyone likes this! Thank you everyone for waiting until I found myself again, and I'm back! Extremely sorry to keep you guys waiting.

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Angry shouts and bellows are heard outside the compartment. What is it this time now? I can see Crabbe and Goyle bellowing past some fellow lanky Slytherins, chasing something too small to be seen from within the compartment. That is to say, if I were interested. But my mind seems to be elsewhere, genuinely mortified of my destiny in the next few hours. Sure, I am beyond thrilled to meet my family again, but I am also waiting for my whiplashes in the form of words I'll be recieving from my family. You see, Pansy was kind enough to inform my parents about the Yule Ball, that it went extremely well for her, and in the facade of asking them about their health and informing them about mine, she was extremely descriptive about my date for that night, and how it went.

Pansy heads out to check what the commotion is all about outside, when a soft hand envelopes mine with a reassuring squeeze. I look up at Draco, his steely eyes scanning my face. He is nervous for me. I can understand that by his expression- frowning, and when he does so, his dark brows knit to form a furrow on his forehead. I realise that I have been shamelessly staring at my best friend again, and immediately divert my gaze to the ring he wears on his finger- the one representing the Slytherin snake.

"I have a plan. But I'll execute it only if things go too far," he repeats. He has been saying this for the past week, since the Hogwarts feast. I blow out a heavy puff of air through my mouth, which forms a foggy cloud as it perishes. I trace his ring, and snuggle into his chest, his oh-so-perfectly-sculptured-pale chest. His heartbeat increseases a bit, and mine goes on a frenzy. I hope it can't be heard.

"Your hands are cold," he comments again. I just look up at him and give him a nervous smile.

He puts his arm around me to bring me closer to him. Should I mention that this brings me solace? It gives me the warmth I always crave so much. I close my eyes, sighing out relief, trying to enjoy the moment as it will soon perish as soon as we reach the station.

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"Hey, wake up, we're here," a hushed, husky Draco wakes me up from my slumber. Shit! I had fallen asleep on him again! Oh no! Did I drool on him? I hope not!

Light blinds me partially as I open my eyes, and soon scan my surrounding- Crabbe and Goyle packing up their stuff, checking if they've left anything behind, Blaise snoring, and Pansy smirking at me. She so wants this to happen. I wish they poison in her food at my funeral. That way, she'll join me in hell and I'll torture the death out of her.

Since the day I recieved the owl from mother declaring her wait, I have been cool towards Pansy. I know she's Draco's friend, and now might I add in soon-to-be-girlfriend, but that stunt of hers really got me off. I did say some nasty things to her, but well, she deserved it. After two long hours of shouting on top of my lungs and she shouting back and my nose bleeding due to the rise in tension, Draco was forced to stop us because, instead of solving this problem maturely, we were causing more harm. But the strangest part was, although Pansy and Draco had gone out on a few dates earlier, he had decided to stay back and comfort me while Pansy had run off crying out tears. I had expected him to run after her, but there he was, beside me, helping me with my bleeding nose.

I look away from Pansy's ridiculous face and turn my vision to the window. Rain drops dot the crystal clear glass, reflecting my pale face. What does Draco want? On one hand he waits for Pansy in the end of every class, holds her books for her, and on the other hand, chooses to comfort me instead of his wannabe girlfriend. Because at that point, Pansy must have been more important considering the fact that I was his best friend who would understand his cause. But that wasn't it. Oh how I wish he would stop playing with my feelings!