Harry Potter Preferences/Imagines

DracoxOC Request

This imagine was requested for the lovely @Satsujins-life, I hope you like it! And this is my first time writing for just Draco, so if I get part of his personality wrong, do pardon me! Shall we begin? We shall!

Caligo Mierloi's POV

I was walking down the many corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when I heard someone yelling my name rather loudly behind me. I didn't turn around as I kept walking to the Ravenclaw common room to begin my mountain of homework that I had to do for tomorrow's lesson. But I never would've thought that the man who was calling to me was my crush.

Before I go too far into this story, allow me to introduce myself. Hello there! My name is Caligo Mierloi, and I am a proud Ravenclaw student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm as sarcastic as they come; don't get me pissed off, or else I'll snip back at you just as badly. I love to read some good books and hang out with my friends. Three of those friends happen to be the famous Golden Trio, Harry Potter, Ronald (Ron) Weasley, and Hermione Granger. I LOVE these three kids and will protect them with my life. That being said, there is one boy that gets my heart going even when I tell it to shut up.

Draco Malfoy. The fame Slytherin Prince has control of my heart against my will. I don't know what it is, but he sticks with me every single day and I hate it! Why do I have to love a member of my house's sworn enemy! And being 16 years old does not help this problem at all, let me tell you. But I digress; this is not a story about the fact that I hate my body and puberty as a whole. This is the story of how Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, and I, normal, muggle Caligo, started dating.

I turned back around toward the voices that were yelling at me and saw Crabbe and Goyle snickering as they walked over to me. I groaned, turned back to them, and asked, "Can you try to not be gigantic arseholes, boys? I'm reading here!" I held up the book I was currently reading to prove my point.

Crabbe snorted and said, "Really? You're a mudblood, Caligo. You don't need to be reading our books when you can't do magic at all."

Goyle added, "Yeah, and when Voldemort rises again, you'll be one of the first people to die. So why bother with one of our books in the first place?"

Before I could retort that I wanted to read, I heard from farther down the hallway, "Crabbe! Goyle! What're you doing talking to a mudblood? You two should be back in the common room." I knew that voice, I was sure of it! But why was he down here by the library? I turned around slowly and saw the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy, sauntering over to us while staring at his henchmen. He stood in front of me, which forced me to look down at my book so as not to meet his eyes, and said, "You two, get back to the common room. You're scaring this poor little mudblood."

That got them moving faster than Harry flying away from a Hungarian Horntail; I thought I saw smoke coming from their shoes as they ran. I looked at him through my lashes and said, "Thanks, Malfoy, but I had it under control."

He snickered and countered, "Not from where I stood did you have it, Caligo. Why did you let them talk to you like that? You could've walked away, and yet you didn't. Why?"

His question caught me off-guard and I didn't know how to answer him for a second. Why did he sound like he cared about me when I knew for a fact that he's using me to get to Harry? I squared my shoulders, looked him dead in the eyes, and countered, "I don't have to answer to the likes of you, Malfoy. So you can take your entitlement and shove it up your arse." I turned to walk away but felt a hand on my elbow, stopping me. When I looked back and saw Draco's hand on my elbow, I asked, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He didn't answer me for a couple of minutes. Then, after those couple of very awkward minutes, Draco mumbled, "BecauseIloveyou." I couldn't understand what he was telling me, so I stared at him silently, wanting him to repeat himself clearer so I can hear him. Draco cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him, and he said a lot clearer, "Because I love you, Caligo Mierloi."

I couldn't help but laugh at his comment; no one in their right mind who was a pureblood wizard would love a muggle like me who wants to become a wizard! That's just not possible in any universe. After I have composed myself, which took about five solid minutes, I said, "You're either drunk on spiked pumpkin juice or you're taking the mick out of me, Malfoy. There's no way a sexy man like you would ever love a nobody like me!" When he continued staring at me, I stopped laughing and asked, "Y-You're serious?"

He nodded and answered, "More serious than I've ever been about anything, and that's saying something. I mean, I bloody came down here to the library when you weren't at dinner because I wanted to see you, that should tell you something!" He ran his hands through his almost white-blond hair and turned around, giving me a great view of his glorious back muscles that I took great pleasure in openly ogling at. When he spoke again, Draco said, "I can't stop thinking about you, and I've tried to for years, Caligo. Crabbe and Goyle don't know about it, hell, the whole of Slytherin House doesn't know about it! And they can't know about it because they'll hurt me or worse, you. And I can't have that happen because I don't want to lose you, Caligo; I can't lose you."

He cupped my face and didn't give me enough time to react when he placed his lips upon mine. My mind was in overdrive. He's kissing me, he's FUCKING KISSING ME!!!!!!! Cue the angel chorus! I sighed into the kiss, smiled slightly, and cupped his cheeks in return. When he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, I whispered, "What is happening to me?"

Draco chuckled and answered, "Baby, you're falling in love. And I'll be here to catch you when you fall."

I giggled and kissed his nose. He scrunched it up and I giggled again, watching his cheeks turn pink with blush. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I whispered, "I think I love you, Draco Malfoy."

He rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs and said, "And I love you too, Caligo Mierloi." I planted my lips to his again and he let his hands hug me closer to him by my hips. I was in heaven with the love of my life, and everything from here would be fine; except that I'd have to tell the Golden Trio about this, but I'll figure that part out at a later point.