draco malfoy imagines

the night we met (song fic)

Summary: Y/N loses her first love.

Warnings: angst, death

House: Slytherin
Year: kind of all over the place

A/N: sorry for this🥲 also the time turner doesn't exist in this imagine for the sake of the plot

(song: The Night We Met by Lord Huron - I recommend just playing it on repeat bc this imagine is kinda long)

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i am not the only traveler
who has not repaid his debt
i've been searching for a trail
to follow again
take me back to the night we met

You lost Draco.

The love of your life. The most precious boy you had ever met. Your sole reason for getting up in the morning.

He died.

How could this have happened? What the hell did you do to deserve this? You had imagined such a bright and beautiful future with him. Surely, the universe wouldn't be so cruel as to take that away from you.

Wrong. The universe was that cruel. It was the sad reality that you had to accept.

You were sure you would never love again. There was now a void in your heart that only Draco could fill.

But he's dead, and you're alone.

September, 1991
{ First Year }

"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat yelled from above your head. You smiled in triumph and confidently walked over to the Slytherin table.

You seated yourself next to a rather handsome blond boy with alluring grey eyes, who gave you a small smile when you sat down.

You decided to introduce yourself to him. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship. And you knew you were going to need a friend around here.

You offered him your hand to shake. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

He smirked and shook your hand. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

{ Now }

Perhaps if you hadn't of introduced yourself to him, you wouldn't be where you were now. You wouldn't be dealing with the immense pain of losing the love of your life.

It's funny how one simple action can change the course of someone's entire life.

and then i can tell myself
what the hell i'm supposed to do
and then i can tell myself
not to ride along with you

December, 1994
{ Fourth Year }

"Dracooo," you said for the hundredth time that day as your boyfriend sat next to you on his bed while he did his homework. "Draco, I'm bored."

"I know, darling," he sighed. "Let me just finish these next few questions."

"That's what you said an hour ago," you groaned. "That worksheet's not even due until next week."