Harry Potter Preferences & Imagines

Img: Draco Malfoy • Scrunchie

Description: Once Draco finds out what scrunchies are, he asks if the reader can bring one for him to wear. Very adorable chapter.

(Y/H)=Your House
(B/F/N)=Your Best Friend's Name

Word Count: 650

TW: None.

Reader POV

Draco and I sat beside each other on the couch in the Slytherin common room amongst Draco's friends. (If you're from a different house then they snuck you in).

"What's on your wrist?" Crabbe suddenly asked, his eyes trained on Blaise's wrist. We all looked over, now noticing that Blaise had a blue scrunched piece of fabric encircling his wrist.

"Oh, that." Blaise answered, sounding nervous. "My girlfriend gave it to me, it was one of hers. She says one of the (Y/H) girls made it for her a while back, and its super comfy. I think she called it a scrunchly."

"A scrunchie." I corrected him politely. "You can wear them on your wrists or in your hair like an elastic."

As I was friends with many Muggleborns, I knew of almost all of the muggle trends. Therefor, I was constantly the one having to explain things like this to the other Purebloods.

"How do you know that?" Draco asked, sounding intrigued.

"(B/F/N) was the one making them, back in third year." I answered, earning a satisfied nod from the group.

The conversation continued on, drifting away from scrunchies and onto the drama between Pansy and some Ravenclaw girl.

After an hour or so more of conversation, the group slowly dispersed and Draco managed to sneak me into his dorm room.

The two of us laid down on his bed with my head resting on his chest and his arm snaking around my waist.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Draco spoke after a long while of peaceful silence.

"Mhmm?" I hummed for him to continue. He hesitated, shifting slightly. My head on his chest allowed me to hear the slight increase in his heart rate.

"Earlier, you said that your friend (B/F/N) had been the one to make those scrunchie thingys," He stated. "Does that mean that you own some, too?"

I was confused with where he was heading with that, but gave a slow and hesitant nod. "I probably still have a few. Why do you ask?"

"They just looked rather comfortable, that's all." He muttered. His heart rate increased again, and I when I propped myself up on my elbow to look at him I saw the faintest blush on his cheeks.

"Draco Malfoy, are you asking me if you can wear one of my scrunchies?" I gasped in exaggerated astonishment.

"No. No, o-of course not. I was just saying that they looked comfortable." He stumbled, his blush deepening.

"I was only messing with you, Draco. I'd be delighted for you to wear one of my scrunchies. I'll get it for you tomorrow." I giggled. He put on a grumpy face but let out a breath of relief.

"If it'll make you happy, then I guess I'll do it." He said stubbornly. I chuckled at his pride. To me, it just made him cuter.

Draco fell asleep soon after that, and I slowly wormed my way out of his death grip and returned to my own dorm.

Before breakfast the next morning, I dug through the depths of my belongings and after nearly fifteen minutes I finally found them.

I found five in total, eventually deciding to give Draco the one with my house colours on it.

I wore it on my wrist down to breakfast, walking up to Draco and bear hugging him from behind.

"You really brought it!" He exclaimed once he saw it on my arm, spinning around and smiling at me. I nodded and smiled back.

I tugged it off of my wrist and slid it onto his. He wrapped his unoccupied arm around my waist and pulled my body to his as he held out his hand to examine the scrunchie.

"I like it a lot. It's perfect. Thank you, (Y/N)." He stated after a minute of close examination. I smiled at his satisfaction and he leaned down for a kiss.

Needless to say, I never got that scrunchie back.