Harry Potter Preferences & Imagines

Img: Draco Malfoy • A Stupid Fight

Description: Draco and the reader get into a petty fight and Draco breaks into the reader's common room to find her and apologize.

(Y/H)= Your House
(If your house is Slytherin this story won't really work so either pretend you're in a different house or use your imagination!)

!!A/N: Requests ARE open!!!

Word Count: 1074

TW: Almost violence?

Reader POV

"Look, Draco. I'm sorry you're upset, but you know how my team captain gets around tournament season. They're relentless! And I can't mess up on this exam, my grades are already slipping as it is." I exasperated to my boyfriend.

We both had a free period, which we had originally planned on spending together. Unfortunately, I realized that with the extensive Quidditch practices that my team captain had scheduled, said free period was going to be my last chance to cram in the last of my revising before my Potions exam the next day.

"All I'm saying is that you don't have to go to every single practice." He suggested. He'd been trying to convince me for the last twenty minutes to ditch practice next period and stay with him here in the Great Hall instead.

"Yes, actually, I do. I have to put in quite a lot of effort to keep my spot on the team." I explained, my eyes still trained on my textbook. He fell silent for a moment, slumping his shoulders ever so slightly.

"Oh, and I don't?" His voice was harsh, but I could hear right through to the hurt. I made sure to keep my voice levelled as I answered.

"No, I didn't say that. I only meant that there are quite a few (Y/H)s who are specifically gunning for my spot right now. It takes a lot of time and energy for me to prove to the captain I'm worth keeping." I spoke calmly.

"There are also plenty of people out for the spot of Slytherin Seeker, but I obviously don't have to put in the effort like you do. My worth to the Slytherin Team is already proven by the new set of shiny brooms my father provided." He snapped. I scoffed, finally lifting my eyes off of the page.

"I didn't say that." I stated firmly, getting frustrated by how he was turning my words around. He huffed, running a hand through his carefully combed hair and tussling it about into a mess. It was odd for him; he never let his pristine appearance fall in public, not ever.

"Of course not." Was all he replied with, his voice drawn out with exaggeration. I dropped my head into my hands in an attempt to stop myself from groaning in anger.

"Draco, why are you being like this? You know I wasn't trying to compare my spot to yours." I replied, irritation seeping into my tone.

"I know what you think of me, (Y/N). You're busy all of the time, putting in hours of work to have the things you want. Whereas if I want something, all I have to do is ask my father and it's basically mine." He huffed, removing his tie from his neck in an angry motion.

"Do you really think that that's how I see you? As some greedy, rich, snobbish child who can't do anything without his father's money?" I shot back. He raised his eyebrows pointedly as if to say, 'is it not?'

"I can't believe you!" I scoffed, collecting my books and parchment from where they were sprawled out across the lengthy table. He furrowed his eyebrows, surprised by my actions, which only angered me more. How had he expected me to not react like this?

"So, I'm obviously only with you for your money, right? Or is it your reputation you think I'm getting from this?" I gestured between us. His mouth fell open slightly as he thought of a response.

Whatever he was going to reply with, I didn't give him time to get it out before I had all my things scooped up in my arms and I was storming out of the Hall. I didn't have time to argue with him today—there was just too much to do.

I grumbled out the password to the lady/man in the painting and entered the (Y/H) Common Room, continuing straight on to the girls' dormitories. I promised myself that I'd try to find him later and sort this all out, then banished the thought of him to the back of my head to focus on my material.

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"(Y/N)?"  A voice called from the doorway of my dorm room. I swiveled around in my chair to see that it was another (Y/H) girl—Lucy, I was pretty sure. "I think you should come see this for yourself."

Confused, I got up from my chair and followed her down the stairs and out of the (Y/H/N) dormitory to the Common Room. A crowd was slowly forming around two individuals: Draco and a (Y/H) prefect.

"I just want to talk to (Y/N)." Draco insisted. The prefect grabbed hold of his robes and was wrestling him backwards toward the door.

"You can't be in here!" He exclaimed, clenching his jaw with the effort it took to push Draco back.

"Get your hands off of me! I said I just wanted to talk to her." Draco snarled, giving the prefect a hard shove in return. Based on the look on both boys' faces, I figured it was best to intervene now before a real fight broke out.

"Hey, hey! Knock it off, both of you!" I butted in, stepping between them. "Draco's leaving now, so let's all just drop it." The prefect nodded stiffly, but didn't calm down until Draco and I were out the door and the painting was back in its place.

"Why would you do that?" I asked him once we'd walked far enough down the stairway that no one could hear us.

"I wanted to talk to you. I feel bad about what happened earlier. The whole disagreement started because my quidditch teammates were giving me a hard time about how I got on the team this morning, and I took it out on you." He said very formally, trying to mask his embarrassment.

"Draco Malfoy, is that an apology I hear trying to worm it's way out of you?" I joked. His expression told me that I was pushing my limits. "I accept your apology." I stated quickly before he could tell me that I was being immature.

"Good. That means that we can get right back to the good parts of our relationship!" He exclaimed. "How much time do you have until Quidditch practice?"

I checked my watch. "Fifteen minutes, not including getting ready."

"Well, we better make the best of it then."