draco malfoy imagines

over the years (pt. 1)

Summary: The classic "enemies to lovers" evolution of Y/N and Draco.

Warnings: fluff and angst and swearing ofc but no one cares abt that

House: Gryffindor
Year: all (1-3 for part 1)

A/N: hello my gorgeous readers. this is SO LONG (that's what she said) but I just thought an imagine like this would be kinda interesting and fun to write so here. there's gonna be like two more parts btw. also to those of you who comment, thank u lol ur comments literally make my day. anyways enjoy😌

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{ 1991 - Year 1 }

Excitement coursed through your veins as you searched the train for a compartment, copious amounts of hyper children boarding the Hogwarts Express. You found an empty compartment where you decided to sit by yourself.

You were only alone for about five minutes, however. You looked up from your lap when three boys entered your compartment and sat down without a word. One of the boys, who had taken the seat right across from you, had slicked-back blonde hair and alluring silver eyes. The other two boys had darker hair. You had guessed they were all your age.

You offered them a small smile, ignoring how you felt slightly uncomfortable as the blonde-haired boy just stared at you.

"Hello," you greeted, trying to rid the awkwardness from the atmosphere of the compartment.

The boy that was sat across from you looked at you with an unreadable look on his face before replying in an arrogant tone, "Hello."

"What's your name?" The silver-eyed boy spoke again.

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N," you answered.

"Well, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He gestured to the other two boys. "And this is Grabbe and Goyle."

"Nice to meet you," you said. The only response you received was a nod from Malfoy.

"So, what house do you think you'll be in?" He asked. "I know I'll be sorted into Slytherin. If I got any other house, I think I'd hex myself."

"Why?" You queried, ignoring his initial question.

"Why? Because Slytherin is clearly the best house. Being put in any other house would just be embarrassing. Besides, the less mudbloods I associate myself with, the better." He paused, slightly narrowing his eyes at you before continuing, "You are a pure-blood, right?"

"No, I'm not," you said cooly, already starting to strongly dislike the boy. "My mother's a muggle, but my father's a pure-blood."

His nose wrinkled in disgust at the mention of your mother being a muggle.

"C'mon boys, let's find another compartment. I'm already bored," Malfoy said as him and his little puppets stood up and left the compartment without another word.

"Little prat," you said to yourself, rolling your eyes.

As the train finally began moving, two boys stopped in front of your compartment and looked at you.

"Do you mind if we sit here? The train's leaving and we can't find any other compartments," a red-haired boy asked, shrugging. The other boy had brown hair, and wore glasses that seemed to be broken.