Draco Malfoy Imagines (Requests TEMPORARILY Closed )

I missed you

A/N: This was an anonymous request I received about 4 days ago on tumblr. It took me a while to write it because school was A LOT this week and I've been so exhausted from trying to keep up with everything. I've also started trying to shift so if anyone has any tips on that, please let me know! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Draco and Y/N have mutually broken up and have started experimenting with other people. But it's only a matter of time before Draco gets jealous.

Warning(s): Swearing

Word Count: 2.5k

It was for the best. Wasn't it? He didn't love her anymore, and nor did she. That happens sometimes. People just fall out of love. It was mutual; there was no fight, nobody was angry. The relationship had run its course, no feed to fuss about it. Besides, it wouldn't have made sense for them to remain, boyfriend and girlfriend, when they'd each lost feelings.

If all of that is true...then why does it hurt so much? Y/N wondered as she lay flat on her back, the bedsheets around her in disarray from all her tossing and turning. She knew there was no way she'd find sleep easily tonight, not after the breakup. She felt as if a piece of her had been forcefully ripped from her. But why? She had a hunch for almost an entire month that she'd lost feelings for Draco. Shouldn't she have been prepared for the end? Alas, Y/N knew that completely preparing oneself for a breakup is an impossible feat.

These thoughts swirled through her brain as she finally closed her eyes. She clutched the sheets in her palms, trying to ground herself. Her forehead was tense with wrinkles as she was already anticipating the nightmares. But nevertheless, after a few more minutes of restlessness, her body's need for slumber overtook her.

When she awoke the next morning, she could practically feel the bags sitting under her eyes. She could only guess that her sleep had been plagued with nightmares as she was lucky enough not to have any recollection. Her head pounded as she sat up in her bed. Her roommate gave her a pitiful and knowing look. Y/N took in a deep breath and clambered out of bed.

It didn't take her very long to get ready since she frankly didn't care whether or not she looked presentable today. She made sure her teeth were brushed and that her tie was on correctly and walked out of the dorms. Truthfully, she knew she wasn't very hungry, but people would ask questions if she missed breakfast. While walking to the Great Hall, she was startled by someone jumping right in front of her.

"Good morning!" George Weasley said. "Why the long face?"

Y/N gave him a weak smile and said, "I didn't sleep well, that's all."

George looked skeptical but pushed no further. He fell into step beside her.

"Where's Freddie?" she asked.

"Morning detention with Filch, he slipped a puking pastille into his drink."

"You had nothing to do with it?" she asked, a doubtful smile on her lips.

George shrugged, smirking as he did so. "I have my ways," he said while bumping her shoulder slightly. She looked up at him with a fake mean glare as they strode into the Great Hall. Y/N caught sight of Draco immediately. He was where he always sat in the morning. Usually, she would've made a beeline for the space next to him. Today, that spot was taken by Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl who had always taken a keen liking to Draco. Y/N stopped in her tracks and stared. Pansy was fawning over him, running her hands up his arms. Y/N felt anger begin to rise in her chest...but then she remembered.

Shaking her head, she forced her feet to follow George to where he had sat down at the Gryffindor table. He was talking animatedly with his mates and didn't notice Y/N standing behind him awkwardly while she tried to figure out whether or not she was wanted at the table; she was a Slytherin after all.