Harry Potter Imagines

keep me company - Draco Malfoy

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Summary; 'Ma' I'd like to request an imagine where it's the yule ball and Y/n's date was a joke to prank her so she goes to the garden and Draco shows up because he followed her out and it's just a fluffy moment between them and they spend the rest of the night together and Draco ends up walking Y/n back to her room by the end of the night' for

Warnings; swearing

Word Count; 2.2k

NOTES; READER IS SLYTHERIN

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It's one thing for someone to ask you to the dance, and then later find the date that they had really wanted to take was open to going, so they tell you that they're going to bail. But it's a whole different story for that person to ask you, lead you on like they fully intend to fall through on the plans, and then ditch you for a second date without telling you.

Once again, you've found yourself as the punchline of the joke.

And really, you learned to stop getting upset over things like this because of how often it happens. It's just worse because it's Blaise that did it to you, and you've considered him a friend since first year. There aren't a lot of people that are consistent inside of the Slytherin house, and you really thought you had found someone that was.

Of course, you were wrong. You couldn't even catch it in time because of how well he covered his tracks, how he went along with it until the dance. Honestly, if Dumbledore wasn't standing right there, you'd go inside and cause a scene in front of everyone. But you've decided that you'd rather save your breath for someone that'll actually care.

The list isn't very long right now, and even if it was, you don't want to ruin your friends' memory of tonight. They're genuinely having fun, one bad story from you could destroy their mood. You'd rather just sit in your own emotions and wallow over it for a while until it eventually goes away.

You take another sip of the sparkly drink that's being presented at the food table, and now that the flavor is bitter on your tongue, you decide that it's time to leave. It's no longer sweet, and it was really the only reason why you were still sitting here. On your way up and out, you throw the cup into the garbage and pull your dress up to your ankles to make it easier to walk without tripping.

On your way out, you try to look neutral, but by the time you've reached the doorway you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. You wait until you clear the staircase before you begin to wipe the wetness away. You just wanted one night without something like this happening. One night where you can pretend that you're liked.

You should've known that it was too good to be true. The entire slytherin house is insufferable when it comes to half-bloods, you just didn't know how badly. You say one thing about your heritage, and suddenly you've got a target on your back. No matter how hard you've tried to prove that it means nothing, you're brushed off.

You'd love to head back to the common room, but you're afraid that there's other people waiting there, fully aware of Blaise's plan. It's not a very private place, especially not tonight. But the courtyard should be, it'll be outside and give you an opportunity to clear your head before going to bed.

The walk is quiet, you decide sometime in the middle that you'll take your time getting there. There is no rush, you can't even bring yourself to care about getting in trouble for being out so late and so far away from where the ball is going on at. In the courtyard, the air is cold and crisp. You stand in the moonlight for a second, debating whether or not you're willing to put up with the chills, and then finally decide that you don't care.