Draco Malfoy Imagines ✓

•Another Song About Love•

HAPPEE BIRTHDAE, TOM!!! YOU'RE 33, PLEASE STOP AGING, CAUSE I'M LITERALLY F-

anyways! Another request, this one is by urFATherGAY_! a fellow Filipino loll. I'm sorry, it's literally been more than a month, forgive me :'))

HAHAH okay lez get to it.

Year: Ravenclaw
House: 5th (nO Voldy)

note: this is written on 3rd point of view! idk, I like writing on 3rd instead of second, It seems more professional (I am no where near professional lmao I-). tell me what pov you prefer!

WARNINGS: I tried my best writing this without lemon, so yuh. also Draco loWKEY BEING A SIMP?!?! (might be shOrt!!!)

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The classroom was dark, and Draco's lips were on hers. This was not a new sight- or atleast for the two of them.

Even though Draco didn't want everything to be a game, it was for her. Y/N played with his feelings without her knowing. They just sort of.. became friends with benefits.

But to clear things out, they never really went over making out. It was just always this, and everytime they went back to their common rooms, their hairs would normally be messy, but no one would be there to tease them.

Not that anyone cares, anyways. Everyone has their own businesses in Hogwarts, they do their stuff, and others will do theirs.

Y/N pulled away for air, the blonde tried to follow her lips, making her chuckle. Her lips were swollen from all the kissing, and Draco couldn't help but feel proud of it, including some purple marks on her neck.

Draco stared at her under the moon, she was beautiful, and the sight made his heart race- to be fair, everything that she did made his heart race, what ever it is.

She smiled, and chuckled, "I need to go back to bed," Y/N breathed out, looking into his eyes.

Draco pulled away even though he didn't want to, and nodded, "Ofcourse," he said.

The girl cleared her throat, and straightened her pajamas. She walked towards the door, and as she was supposed to walk out, she looked back at Draco, as if she wanted to say something.

Draco waited in anticipation, but all his hopes went down when she forced a smile, and went out of the classroom.

A sigh left the blonde's lips when he heard the classroom door shut. It has always been like this, and he was tired of it.

But was he really if he's always wanted more of it?

Y/N's touch, kisses, and attention were like a drug, they were addicting, and everytime she gave them to him, he always ended up wanting more.

He hates it, but he can't stop.

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The next morning, there were dark circles under Draco's eyes that he didn't even bother to hide. He entered the Transfiguration classroom with his head down, and sat down on an empty seat. 

As he was once again overthinking, and hurting his own feelings by jumping into conclusions, he felt someone sit beside him, and by the scent, he already knew who it was.

"You look like a wreck," Y/N chuckled, getting her quill and ink out of her satchel, "What kept you up?"

you, Draco wanted to say, but thought against it. Instead, he said, "Just some nightmares."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in worry, making the blonde look away, stop acting like you care.

"Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can help," she said.