Draco Malfoy Imagines (Requests TEMPORARILY Closed )

Snowed in

A/N: Hello! I wrote this for a request on AO3. I'm fond of this imagine and I hope you are too! Happy Holidays!!!

Summary: Best friends to lovers. Y/N and Draco are on the Slytherin quidditch team, but what happens when they arrive at the changing rooms early, only to have a full blown snowstorm start right outside the tent?

Warning(s): Swearing, kissing

Word Count: 4.2k

"You ready to play, Malfoy?" Y/N asked Draco. They were strolling to the changing rooms to get dressed for their quidditch match set to take place in half an hour. They had decided to leave the common room a bit earlier than the rest of their team. Draco was the Slytherin seeker, and Y/N was one of three chasers, arguably the best. The pair had met in their second year at Hogwarts when both got picked to be on Slytherin's team. Throughout the many many practices and high-intensity games, the team grew close to one another. Draco and Y/N, in particular, had become the best of friends. However, unbeknownst to Y/N, Draco wanted for them to be more than best friends. He'd had a crush on Y/N for as long as he could remember but never dared to tell her. The way he saw it, it was better to maintain what they had rather than risk it all by confessing.

Draco pressed the tip of his broom to the floor as he walked, using it as somewhat of a cane. When he heard Y/N's question, he turned his head towards her. She had an excited smile on her face; it was one he was familiar with. She was always in a happy mood whenever quidditch was involved. "Are you, Y/L/N?" he asked, redirecting her question back at her.

Y/N scoffed. "I'm always ready, you know that." Draco chuckled lightly. "I do, but Gryffindor isn't an easy team to beat," Draco replied. He knew the frustration of losing to Gryffindor well.

Y/N nodded and shrugged her shoulders. "That may be true, but maybe if you yank your head out of your ass and catch the snitch within the first ten minutes, we can finish them off early." Draco faked a hurt reaction to his friend's words by putting his hand over his chest and pasting a pained expression on his face. She stifled a laugh while Draco rolled his eyes. "Why don't you get four goals within the first ten minutes of the game, huh?"

"Malfoy, you know that's impossible-" Y/N was cut off by a strong gust of cold wind slapping her in the face as she opened the door leading outside. Regardless, she pushed through; Draco was right behind her.

"I didn't think it'd be this cold today," she murmured. Draco nodded as he took his gloves out from his pocket and slid them onto his pale, ring clad hands. "We'll get warm once the game gets going, don't worry," he replied, opting to find a silver lining. The two of them walked down the hill as fast as they could, the chilly air nipping at their exposed skin.

When they finally got into the changing rooms, they breathed a sigh of relief as they were now shielded from the cold. Draco looked around. "Nobody's here... that's a bit odd," he observed. Y/N pursed her lips in thought as she scanned the changing room. "Well, we did come down a bit early. I'm sure someone will be here soon."

Draco, who was still curious, walked over to the entrance to the tent. The strong wind hit his face again; this time, however, snow came with it. "Y/L/N! It's snowing!" Draco exclaimed excitedly, wanting to share this with his friend. Y/N immediately dropped the black boot in her hands and rushed over to Draco. The pair smiled at the sight of the little flakes falling to the grass, rapidly coating it. But then the wind began to pick up, carrying the snowflakes with it. "Shit, it's snowing," Draco said, realization was settling in. There was no possible way to play a match in such extreme weather. This must be the reason nobody was with them in the changing room. Draco sighed and looked at Y/N. She looked utterly crushed; she'd been looking forward to today's match for weeks. "Let's head back to the castle, no point being here anymore," Draco reluctantly suggested. He knew, however, Y/N wouldn't be easy to convince.