draco malfoy imagines

oh no. [09]

f l u f f

daddy issues; the neighborhood.

so like, draco's your dad in this one 😬

    Everything was perfect right now, no rules, no boundries, no fancy balls, no... father.

It was all you sorta wanted... needed.. right now.

The flashing colorful lights, the blasting music, the hot sweaty, intoxicated, bodies all around you. You looked gorgeous and absolutely stunning.

It was a cold night, in the best club you've ever been to, muggles really are fun.

A couple of gals you met in the loo were laughing and talking some nonesense things that only muggle could relate to, danced and swung you around. You felt free, free from the original world you were born in. It was quite dreadful for you. Everyone around you always telling you to do this and that. Stand there, pose like that. Stand straight, head high. Look like this, be like that.

Your father always ignored you once you started lashing out. You sorta blamed it on your older brother, Scorpius, he was "perfect", or something like that, that word was foreign to you. He always wanted you to be prestigous like Scorpius.

it was... maddening.

"Girl, you can move!" The girl said as she moved to the beat.

"Thank you!" You said with a smile. You swing to the beat and look behind your new friend, then..

oh no.

You see the man you dreaded to see, your father.

His eyes burning into yours, holding a big coat. He looked pissed. Your face dropped.

"I'm so sorry, but I have to go!" You said hastly.

"What- WHY!?" She cried, her sluggish body leaning into you.

"My... my dad's here" You said motioning your eyes to where he was. Near the entrance.

She looked and her face dropped too, but lightened.

"He's hot" Your friend said. Your face scowled with disgust.

"That's a fancy suit" The other girl said, checking your father out.

"Ew! No! n-nevermind! I have to go" You pout.

"When will we see you again?" They asked. You smirked.

"The next time I smell a party brewing"

And with that you left.

You walk towards your father, he's really mad.

"(Y/n) Malfoy, this-" He began but you cut him off by taking the coat in his hand, covering yourself, and the skimpy dress you were wearing.