Draco Malfoy Imagines

sixteen

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Valentine
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Fuming with rage, Draco stood there without a word, thinking of a precise jinx that would crush Harry Potter on the spot. Never in his life had there been anything more humiliating than what just happened to him, cause as far as everyone knows, he always got what he wanted. But the bloody book was blank, it was blank for Merlin's sake. He was red with anger when he felt someone tug at his robes. He wheeled around with his wand out, ready to curse whoever it was.

"What do you want?! Get out of– "
Only to be surprised by a dwarf dressed like a cherub that was visibly shaking with fear. The idea was slowly dawning on him but it was too late when he realized what was happening because the dwarf had already opened it's mouth.

"H–here is your v–valentine:

His hair turning gold in the sun,
Like a new day that's just begun.
His eyes that glimmer just like
silver, making anyone's heart shiver.
Valuable as porcelain,
What more could there be within?
The true prince of Slytherin.

Draco was stunned out of his wits. His first initial reaction was to lash out at the dwarf, but it seemed like a pathetic thing to do as the blush quickly crept up to his pale face. He pushed the dwarf aside and scowled at the onlookers, trying to keep his composure intact.

No one dared to greet him when he reached the dungeons, so they all kept their heads down low. Even the higher years were intimidated and looked away from his murderous glare.

Crabbe and Goyle made the mistake of asking him 'how his day went' when he entered the Slytherin common room.

"How my day went? Do you want to know how my day went Crabbe?" He hissed, not even bothering to keep his volume down, though they knew he didn't care. They both exchanged frightened looks and immediately shook their fat heads.

Draco stormed up the stairs to his dorm and slammed the door shut. Walking over to his nightstand, he sat on the edge of his bed and started to think of even more diabolical ideas to ruin Potter's day. He was definitely not going to let it slide next time, that's for sure. His thoughts slowly wandering to the bloody Valentine that was sent to him.

Who in their right mind would send Draco Malfoy a Valentine?

Well he knew he was good-looking, but he never thought that someone else other than his mum would think so otherwise. The effort was nothing but stupid, but he couldn't bring himself to admit that he felt a slight satisfaction thinking of it now. He called Crabbe and Goyle from upstairs and they came stumbling through the door.

"I want you to look for a dwarf and bring it here, in my room."

"But why?"

"No questions! Just do as I say."

"But they all look the same." Crabbe complained, Goyle nodding in agreement.

"No they don't! Just look for a very jumpy one, when you see it just grab it and bring it here. Now go." Draco made a shooing gesture and leaned back against the headboard.

"But what if we get caught?" Goyle asked, scratching his head in deep thought.

"Then don't get caught." Draco said sardonically, closing his eyes and contemplating his possible Valentine.