Draco Malfoy Imagines

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Y/N sighed, looking at the mirror once more, trying to find out what was wrong with her face. She sported a lop of red hair just like his but only longer, she had green eyes just like her brother and a spray of freckles on her face. Maybe it was her freckles, don't be silly , she thought, Ron has freckles as well. Maybe it was her hair or maybe Ron just didn't feel the same way about her.

But what about all the hints he keeps on giving her? Surely he must've felt something more than friendship. This was their third year at Hogwarts, how time flew by so fast she didn't know.

     She grabbed a towel and started wiping her face as if there was a stain that wouldn't go away. Suddenly, someone was rapping on the door, she dropped her towel and fixed herself before opening it.

"Why is your face red?" Y/N asked Hermione who seemed startled to see her there. "Why is your face red?" She pointed out, Y/N glanced at the mirror and her face was indeed red. When she looked at Hermione once again, she was wiping away tears which worried Y/N even more.

"You've been crying. What's the matter?" Hermione shook her head and entered the room ignoring her question. Y/N walked over to her bed and sat across her friend, studying her warily.

"You seem to be struggling with homework," She gestured to the stack of books and folded parchment that scattered on her bedspace as well. "Stop reading my thoughts." Hermione threw a crumpled piece of parchment at her which made her smile.

"It's quite obvious really, and you look well... you look horrible." She stood up and sat beside Hermione, picking up pieces of discarded parchment and aimed at the bin nearby. "You could have just thrown it right away you know." Hermione reminded, lying on her back. "Now where's the fun in that?" Y/N joked, lying on her stomach next to her.

"You said I looked horrible?" Hermione repeated, making Y/N roll her eyes. "No. I meant you look horribly exhausted." She clarified, Hermione making a sound of agreement.

"I've looked worse actually." she sat up on her elbows and looked in the mirror.

Y/N couldn't help but compare herself to Hermione who looked beautiful even in her given state. Now she couldn't stop wondering if maybe Ron didn't like her because of her looks but because he liked someone else.

Why hasn't that occured to her? Now she felt a stupid pang of jealousy for Hermione but she had to be sure.

Later that evening, she tried to bring it up during dinner. "Hey Ron," Ron looked at her with a mouthful of chicken and raised his eyebrows. He looked as adorable as ever which made Y/N's words back up in her throat. "You've got a little something on your—um... your face." She informed him politely, he wiped his mouth smearing more sauce on his face.

Y/N pulled her handkerchief out and handed it to him, just as he was done chewing, he looked over at Hermione who just arrived sitting next to her. "Thanks for saving me a seat." Y/N nodded at her and was surprised to see her there since she just said she had to finish her homework a while ago.

To her unfortunate surprise, Ron handed the handkerchief to Hermione who apparently had ink on her forehead. Hermione gave him a quizzical look and he said, "You've got dirt on your forehead, didn't you know?" Hermione looked at Y/N and asked her.
"Do I really?" All she could do was nod i response, keeping the green monster in her stomach at bay.

"Here let me, if you could come a bit close— " Ron knocked over
Y/N's orange juice in the process, dousing her robes. She stood up and ignored the sudden silence in the Gryffindor Table. "I'm really sorry Y/N, your goblet was in the way–" She raised a hand to silence him.

"Really Ron? You're going to blame an inanimate object?"

Harry who seemed to be in deep thought was now paying attention to them. "Take it easy Y/N, you don't need to cry over spilled juice." Y/N couldn't believe her brother's words.

"Says the one who isn't drenched in it." She took off her robes and stormed out of the Great Hall. Just as their voices were out of earshot, someone came running after her. She wheeled around, ready to yell at whoever it was. Jumping back in dismay when it was Malfoy who seemed to be just as surprised as her.

"What do you want?" She narrowed her eyes at him which made him smirk.

"It's funny that you think I want something to do with you." he said sardonically, making her roll her eyes. She started up the stairs and was again surprised that Draco seemed to be following her.

"I'm going this way as well." He huffed, walking ahead of her but keeping a close distance.

"Where are you going anyway?" He asked out of the blue but Y/N had stopped a long way back. Retracing his steps, he was startled when he found her waiting for him just around the corner.

"What's your deal Malfoy? I've had enough headaches for today so please." she folded her robes neatly and fixed her hair. Draco watching her tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "Well?" She demanded, making him find the painting nearby interesting.

"I haven't got all day." She snapped her fingers at him repeatedly, trying to catch his attention.

He turned to look at her, seeing the familiar annoying green eyes she shared with her brother, but hers were a more brilliant shade of green. Like an emerald he had back home. Her hair was in a ponytail, taming her wild mane that framed her beautiful face. Accentuating her freckles which looked like constellations.

Y/N felt self-conscious under his gaze and looked away, making him snap out of his reverie.

"I just wanted to say that you dropped this." He handed her a white, clean handkerchief just like hers. She was about to reach for it when her instincts kicked in. "That's not mine." She said mostly to herself and Draco took a step forward, making her take a step back.

"You jinxed that didn't you? You cunning little—"

"Can you not accuse me for once?" The words died in her mouth.
"I'm trying to do something nice after what happened to you back there."

The scene replayed in her mind again making her cringe and blink back the stupid tears. Cursing Ron and Harry for being blatantly insensitive. She cleared her throat and seemed to find the painting nearby interesting as well.

"You don't have to act like you care." She said at last, almost making Draco want to tell her that he did. He actually did.

But he had a reputation to live up to.

"You're right, I don't." He pocketed his handkerchief, turning around and walking away slowly.

"It's quite depressing really,"
He glanced over his shoulder, making sure that Y/N could see his fake smirk. "That the person you like turns out to like someone else." He watched as she flipped him off and walked away from him.

"Really depressing." He huffed and walked back to the Great Hall.