Harry Potter oneshots & imagines

beyond their imagination - draco malfoy (requested)

"Hey, slow down!" he says, exaggerating his words, like the drama queen he is.

I let go of his hand and continue to run around and see Parkinson sitting at the couch, with an extremely slutty red dress (A/N: i don't condone slut shaming, it will never be tolerated with me, this is for story purposes ONLY).

I devilishly smirk at her and make a pouty face at her, only aggravating her more. she scowls at me, and I pucker my lips at her and blow her a kiss, but with my middle finger. Draco approaches me and and grabs my arm.

"You lunatic, stop that."

"Aw, why Drakie?"

"Shut up."

"Drakie poo, you must be nicer," I say, imitating Pansy, and her wretched, high-pitched, gross voice, which makes me want to rip my ears out.

He tugs me harshly and pulls me out of the common room.

"Blaise! We're leaving! Meet us at the Room of Requirement!" Draco shouts at Blaise while pulling me out of the dungeons.

Once we're out, he clenched his jaw and pulls me further.

"What the fuck was that for? Are you in love with her or something?" I ask him.

"No, just– just keep walking."

He places his hand on my lower back and I begin to feel slight tingles in my stomach. I don't know why I am feeling this way. I don't usually feel aroused or stimulated by Draco's presence.

But he's so hot. He stands at 6'2, over a foot taller than me. His gorgeous eyes shine, especially in the light, and they seem to glow even brighter when I'm around. Maybe it could be me, but then again, I'm just lovable like that. In all seriousness though, I definitely think it's because I'm actually someone he trusts.

If only you'd ask him what's going on in his life. As evident as it is, he'd ignore you. But he opens up to me. He lets me in and lets me see him. Maybe that's why.

After a couple more minutes of walking, Draco and I make it to the Room of Requirements. We pace around a few times in front of it, and a door appears. We step in, only to be greeted by all our other friends.

Draco's minions, Crabbe and Goyle, are already waiting for us. We gave them a box of donuts and made them sit in a corner. It works every time. I transfigure a box of donuts, and I give them to the two boys who share half a braincell and they don't know the difference between left and right.

I see Luna and Neville, and despite Draco's hatred for anyone who isn't a Slytherin pureblood as well as a pureblood supremacist, I don't feel that way, nor does my family share his values.

"Hey Luna! Hi Neville." I say to the two.

"Hi there y/n" says Luna.

"Oh hi y/n" says Neville at the same time.

"What are you guys up to? Are there drinks here?" I ask.