REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
- and everyday, I feel myself falling more and more for you.
these are harry potter imagines and one-shots. slip yourself into the shoes of the main character, and fall for those of your choice.
i intended to publish this before the holiday season was over but alas, i am a terrible procrastinator- so here it is a little late. i apologize. also, i'm planning on working through some requests from the lovely readers.
underneath the mistletoe |sia|
You stare at the invitation in your father's hand with narrowing eyes. "You cannot be serious, I do not want to visit that foul-git over my holidays." You cross your arms as you begin to read over the invitation.
Your family has been in constant contact with Draco Malfoy's for years, your dad and Lucius worked in the same department in the Ministry and became fast friends. You never warmed up to the idea of being friends with his blond-haired offspring.
"Dear Ren and family, I hope this letter reaches you well. You are cordially invited to spend Christmas eve at the Malfoy Manor, where dinner, drinks and a small gathering will be provided.
Sincerely yours, Lucius, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy."
"There is no way Lucius fashioned that letter," you snort against your better judgement.
"I say we go, it'll be fun. Besides, you know Draco from school right?" Your father's chest rises with pride as he takes in your Slytherin robe thrown over one of the unused chairs.
"I know of him, it doesn't mean I want to be acquainted with him." Your eyes roll and your mother comes in the room echoing her agreement with your father.
"You and Draco," she grabs at your regarded robe, waving her wand as she finishes her sentence, "should at least be friends by now, we often go over during summer vacation, and you're both in the same house."
"Either way I act like he doesn't exist, he's an ignorant knob and I'd rather not have our name associated with his while I'm trying to make friends at school." You watch your father reach for his own crested parchment as your mother stifles a smile.
"Well we're going whether you like it or not," he reaches over to grab a piece of string, humming. "You'd better go find some decent party attire, nothing embarrassing." He cocks his eyebrows jokingly, as you head back toward your room.
"If Pansy knew about this, her panties would bunch." You chuckle, coming up with a list of ideas that might save you from suffering small talk with the dreaded Malfoy.
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Night is just falling as your family walks together in silence up to the Malfoy Manor.
"They call this a small gathering?" Your wiggle your nose at the large volume of noise, lights and party guests all adorned in fancy outfits and laughter. "I wish I stayed at home." You suppress a yawn as your mother places a supportive hand on your shoulder.
