Draco Malfoy Imagines

Love Languages

Summary: Five times Draco shows you he loves you, and the one time he tells you.

Warnings: NONE - FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF.

Word count: 2k+

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One:

It's in the middle of the night; where nothing is stirring. The only sound in the room being breathy sighs and the occasional snore. It's when the gap between he both of you in bed feels too large and too gaping. When in sleep, Draco's eyebrows furrow and he frowns; his hands pawing around the cold space of the bed in a desperate search to find the warmth of your body.

Slowly, Draco's eyes open. He blinks against the dark of the room; eyes adjusting as he searches the bed for you. Something in his chest loosens at the sight of you laid next to him with your hair sprawled across your pillow and your arms curled into your chest as if ready to be cuddled.

With slow movements and tender touches, Draco pulls you to his side. Your nose crinkles at the coldness of the mattress now underneath you, but your body stretches out and relaxes at the feel of Draco against you. Instinctively, you reach out to place a hand on Draco's chest before nuzzling your face into his shoulder and throwing a leg over his waist. Draco's arms come around you; circling you and keeping you close to him as sleep begins to settle over him once more. His heart and mind much more at ease now that you are close.

This is the first instance in which Draco demonstrates his love for you. In the middle of the night, there's absolutely no-one else he would rather have curling to fit the expanse of his body than you.

Two:

It's in the car; the both of you deciding to get away from London for the weekend and choosing to drive the few hours to Cornwall rather than sit on a packed sleeper train.

It had been a spontaneous decision; you booking the hotel online one night when Draco came home from work with dark bags under his eyes. He didn't even say hello; he simply settled next to you on the couch and fell asleep on your shoulder. It was then that you decided that time away was vital for Draco to simply have a break, and for you to have him all to yourself for a few days.

The radio plays quietly as Draco holds your hand on the centre console. He smiles at you before turning his attention back to the road ahead; careful not to let his mind drift too much in the early hour of the day. He's said it a thousand times to you since you booked the weekend getaway, but he knows he'll say it a thousand more. He is so thankful to have you by his side; to have you recognise when he was reaching his limit and taking it upon yourself to book this time off.

He wanted to say it earlier; he wanted to tell you sooner but all he's wanted for a while is to have some time with you alone. Your lives tend to get busy – he works at the only wizarding hospital in Britain and you cover the archives of the Ministry of Magic where you spend your day cataloguing and preserving ancient tomes and magical materials.

Often enough, there were times in the week where moment together were few and far between. Draco quickly glances at you before settling his eyes back on the road, all the while saying, "I'm glad we have this time together."

You hum, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear, "I am too. I feel like I haven't had you to myself in so long."

He chuckles; letting the delight your words conjure run through his body, "I feel that too."

You shift your eyes from his shyly; still overwhelmed by your feelings for the blonde-haired man, and still unable to comprehend the sheer depth of his for you. Draco had tried one night; to explain what he felt for you and to what magnitude, but he had never been able to find the right words. Instead, he grasped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply; not stopping until the need for air was too great and you were forced to pull away from him.