Harry Potter Imagines

unwanted - Draco Malfoy

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Summary; 'I know you're the angst queen because I've been around for a hot minute, could I get a angst with Draco? Like, I don't care what happens, I'd just like to read it and CRY. I mean, full on sob. Like, I wanna feel my heart crumble horribly, worse than seeing Iron Man's death. Please, I just need some good ANGST'

Warnings; swearing, angst

Word Count; 1.1k

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The only times you see Draco is during class. And when you try to approach him, suddenly he's disappeared into thin air as if he wasn't even there in the first place. The first few times it happened, you were sure you were just hallucinating him, but one time you caught a glimpse of him slipping out of the room.

By the time you got to the hallway, he was gone.

You've tried your best with asking some of your mutual friends. But Crabbe and Goyle always change the subject, Blaise ignores you completely and Pansy tells you if he's ghosting you--such a harsh word to use at this point--then he's not worth the trouble. And with all their reactions combined, you can clearly tell they know what's going on.

Crabbe and Goyle are clearly uncomfortable, and knowing them, if you pressured enough, they just might crack. They're not very good at keeping secrets, and if there's anyone to ask about what's going on, it would be them. Blaise might not like you, and this must be his way of finding a way out. Even when Draco isn't around, and you're trying to start up a normal conversation, he won't bother.

As for Pansy--she's practically your best friend. And there's such an intense hatred each time you mention Draco or bring up the fact that he's avoiding you. Her answer is always the same 'break up with him, (Y/n)' or 'he's not worth your time, I can promise you that'. But she'll never tell you to drop it.

All of them are getting so annoyed with it, but they have no clue how you feel. They won't talk about it, Draco won't stick around long enough to let you ask, and you have no one else to turn to. Not teachers, no other friends because you've burned bridges and made sure that there would be no way across after.

It's just you. You, your thoughts, and your actions. And at the moment, it's practically nothing.

You're just so frustrated. Your hands are tied and you can't get them undone.

"You're dismissed." Snape murmurs.

You slide off the stool, throwing the strap over your shoulder and leaving the classroom without waiting for Pansy or the others. Not even to get a glance of your boyfriend. But knowing him, he already left the classroom twenty minutes ago, and he's currently hiding out in the boys bathroom until passing is over. Just to make sure you can't talk to him.

Trudging down the hallway, you run a hand through your hair.

Was it something you said? Have you been stand-offish lately? Or have been meaner than usual? It's not anything that you do on purpose. You hate all these classes, and all the work that comes with it. As the school year goes on, you find yourself getting more and more irritated, especially if you're falling behind on classes.

Or maybe he said something to you, and you forgot. It could have very well been important, and it just slipped your mind. Through one year and out the other, likely. You never pay attention much when he speaks, which is a bad habit of yours. You only really do it when you're feeling out of it, though.

That and if you're not in the mood to listen to him moan about Harry Potter.

You've tried getting Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy to talk to him for you. No results from them, they probably didn't try at all. He won't let you approach, they won't hold him down. The only way you think you could get him to talk is if you fall off the radar a bit.

Stopping in the middle of the hallway, you listen as a couple of people mutter a complaint, because you're standing in the way. It's not a bad idea, going MIA, but you can think of a hundred ways it could go bad school-wise. Your grades will drop, you'll need a good excuse, and it'll make your teachers hate you, if they have to go out of their way for you.

During your pause, you've caught a glimpse of Draco's silvery hair. It seems like a race to him, to see who can disappear and get away into the crowd better. Unfortunately for him, you blend a lot easier. Not only is he tall, his hair really is a dead giveaway.

You elbow people, getting them out of your way. They complain, some even jab you back, but it doesn't matter. In no time, you've gained on Draco, and you're grabbing a fistful of his black robes, turning him towards you harshly.

"What the hell?" is the first words out of his mouth, clearly ready for a fight, but his next sentence gets caught in his throat.

"I was going to say that." the statement is humorous, but neither of you are laughing, "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm going to be late." he tries to pull away, but you're grabbing his wrist next, with a tight grip.

"To hell with that, I'm tired of not having my questions answered. Crabbe and Goyle are useless, Blaise won't talk to me and Pansy thinks I should dump you all together. So give me a good reason why I shouldn't."

People have slowed down considerably at this, obviously wanting to hear every bit of drama that you can give. Draco seems to have noticed this too, and instead of directing you someplace private so the two of you can talk it out like you thought he would, he sneers down at you.

"Can't you take a hint?" he snaps, pulling his wrist away from you. It's easy, your grip has loosened considerably.

You can physically feel your face fall, "What?"

"If I wanted you anymore, I'd keep you around." he continues, "Isn't it obvious? I don't want you. In fact," he quirks his eyebrow, readjusts on his feet, a smug look on his face, "I never really wanted you. It was all a joke."

You let your hands drop to your sides, staring at him blankly.

Where is this all coming from?

"You're so bloody annoying." he answers, "So clingy and you're such a brat. Even Granger would be more tolerable than you."

Your mouth falls open slowly, and you find yourself turning your body back towards the potions room. It's right next to the dungeons--right next to the slytherin house. You could make a run for it if you're fast enough. But the crowd around you isn't moving anymore. Everyone has stopped to witness this.

Your eyes meet his again, and there's such an intense motion behind his, letting you know that this isn't some sick joke. It's for real. He's doing this in front of anyone.

None of this ever mattered to him. You never mattered to him. You were just another pawn in his game. Something to gain more footing, and now that he doesn't need you anymore...

"I see." you say, voice measured but there's tears forming in your eyes, you take a step back, getting ready to leave. You have to be quick, "Sorry then."

Your eyes fall, and then your head as you turn around. The tears have finally spilled over, and instead of fighting through the crowd, a little space forms all the way to the dorms. You sniff, trying to keep a hold of yourself, but it's useless.

It isn't until you've disappeared into the slytherin house, when Blaise turns to Draco. Slowly, the crowd starts walking again, not talking above a whisper. Blaise looks right at Draco, "You should have just told her." and then motions to Draco's forearm, he doesn't want for Draco, leaving him in the hallway.