Draco Malfoy Imagines (Requests TEMPORARILY Closed )

Ilvermorny Student HC

A/N: I'm sorry I wrote this based on what my friends and I say like slangwise so if you find this cringey, I'm sorry.

When you, the transfer, arrive at Hogwarts, everyone is all over you. Like you are the talk of the town, everyone wants to hear your accent and hear about your previous school. Everyone except Draco. He quite frankly doesn't give two shits that there's a new student. And the fact you're American doesn't interest him either.But of course, that changes when you're sorted into Slytherin.He starts seeing more and more of you and can't help but be intrigued despite how hard he was trying to remain uncaring.One particular night, Draco finds himself unable to sleep, so he goes down into the common room to find none other than you on the couch. Your nose is buried in a book; Hogwarts A History.Draco debates whether or not to retreat back to his bed, but then you lift your head up and see him. You wave softly."Hi. Draco, isn't it?"
He nods awkwardly. "Yeah. And you're that transfer student, right?" he asks, even though he knows the answer."Yep. I'm Y/N. Why are you up so late?" you ask.
Draco shrugs and shuffles over to the couch adjacent to yours."Can't seem to fall asleep. What about you?"
You smile and gesture to the book. "Thought I'd get myself familiar with my new stomping grounds, haha. And I'm also still adjusting to the time difference."Draco nodded and tried to take in the weird sound of your voice. He quite liked it, only it was just so different."So..." you started. "What's the tea on Slytherin house, hmm?" you asked.
Draco gave you a look. "I'm sorry, the tea? Uhh well most of us like green tea or chamomile." He stopped talking when you began giggling."No, no, I meant like what's the gossip. Do you guys really not say 'spill the tea' here?" you asked.
The boy shook his head, wondering what other stupid phrases Americans say. "Huh, whaddya know?"
Draco was unsure what to say, so he jumped at a generic question. "How are you liking it here? Is it better than...where did you come from?""Ilvermorny, it's in Massachusetts. But yeah, Hogwarts is a vibe so far. Somehow it's more up my alley than my last school."
Once again, Draco was confused. What on earth did you mean?You seem to notice his confusion and laugh again. "Sorry," he apologized. "I just haven't really heard those phrases. But I'm glad you like it. And welcome to Slytherin, I suppose."
Truth be told, Draco was very glad he hadn't been able to sleep that night. Because now, he was sitting and talking with you. The more and more you spoke, the more obsessed he became. "Thanks," you replied. "It is getting late though, I should hit the hay. But maybe we can hang out some other time?" you asked as you stood up.Draco sputtered but hastily nodded his head. "Yeah, see you."He watched as you walked away, his mind still reeling from how beautiful and charming you were. Perhaps Americans were better than he'd thought.