Harry Potter Imagines

Tenderness: Draco Malfoy

Later on, in your dorm you find yourself contemplating if you had indeed overreacted to the situation. It was truly, the first time you felt insulted by Draco. Offended. You grunt in irritation, flopping onto your side, facing the door for your shared dormitory. Your roommate is gone, at some welcome back party that you had opted out off. The empty room is a mocking, in a way, to your taunting, echoing thoughts. Maybe, you were being silly. An emotional girlfriend, feeling sad that her boyfriend suddenly didn't need you. It just felt like there was more weight to Draco's words. As if, he didn't want to need you. This time, a sigh escapes your lips as your shut your eyes and quite literally tell yourself to shut the hell up. The door creaks open a few silent beats later, and you shut your eyes tighter, grip tightening on your covers as you shuffle it closer to your face in hope of warding off your roomates drunken ramblings or Salazar forbid, the sounds of her and whatever guest she had brought along.
"How can you breath like that?" A voice mumbles, closer to her than Y/N thought.
She peeks an eye open, feeling no sense of alarm as she can see Draco's pale skin glistening even in the darkness of her room.
"Kind of the point, Draco." You retort, pulling your covers tighter around you and huffing at him.
"Not funny, love." He grunts, taking no notice of the fact that you don't want him there as he shoves your legs over a bit and takes a seat on the edge of your bed next to you.
"Right, my bad, I reckon it's only okay for you to joke about leaving."
The silence fills overpowers the room once again as he leans forward, elbows digging into his knees and head balanced in his palms. "Did I hurt your feelings?" He asks, a moment later.
Your lack of a response gives him his. An exasperated sigh escapes his lips before you feel a hand on your lower legs, on top of the covers but rubbing up and down, " 'M sorry, love. Didn't mean too.."
"Need me? You don't, Draco. Obviously. " You finish, a bitter taste coloring your words.
He sighs again, and you squeal when you feel the covers being pulled back from your body. A gust of chilly air covering your body in goosebumps. "Budge over." He commands, hand coming down on your shoulder and shoving it slightly.
"No. Leave, Draco." You respond, but not with enough tenacity for him to stop. He shoves you over with ease, long legs wrapping around yours and shoulder next to yours.
He reaches an arm to grab the covers and pull them back over before he tries to wrap it around your waist.
"Don't." You grumble, smacking his arm away as you turn on your side away from him.
"Love, c'mon, I'm sorry." He tries again. You don't respond, knowing very well you're acting like as stubborn child.
"Missed you." He says after a moment, and you hiss because Draco knows how to trap you, every damn time.
"Enough to stay at Hogwarts?" You inquire, turning your shoulder to glance at him slightly. He leans forward, taking advantage of the small opening, as his chin rests against your shoulder.
"I missed you enough this summer to stick by your side for an entire lifetime." He mumbles, lips pressed into your shoulder. You turn fully now, on your back and he shifts slightly to hover over you, knuckles rubbing your cheek as he stares down at you.
"You mean that?" You ask softly, peering at him.
He leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead for a few lingering moments, before he clears his throat and speaks, "Mean it, love? I know it. I need you."
It's the way his voice falter a bit at the end, the sound of him swallowing after his confession that you know, it's your Draco speaking to you and not that ghost of the boy you'd seen on the train.
"Mmm, s'good thing I plan on sticking around then, huh?" You ask, reaching up to run your fingers through the soft tufts of his hair.
He laughs at this, a whole hearted Draco genuine laugh, one that fills your heart with warmth. "Very good, darling. 'M sorry, really. Didn't mean too.. I.. Y/N." He splutters, words stumbling out of his mouth and over his tongue.
"Draco, it's alright. It's okay. We're fine. 'M not mad." You mumble, reaching your hand up to cover his mouth.
His lips press against your hand, and you giggle slightly as you pull it away but he grabs it and continues to press sloppy kisses to it.
"Draco-" You whine, pulling at it.
"C'mhere, don't run, just loving on you." He defends with a whine of his own.
"Get over here, Malfoy." You demand, reaching up for him.
He obliges, shuffling over next to you again and his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to his side and his cheek rubs against the top of your head. "Kiss, please, love." He rasps in a tired voice and you hum, tilting your head up as he miscalculates in the darkness and lets his lips land on your nose.
You stifle a laugh into his collarbone and he humphs in retaliation, letting his fingers wander under your chin to tilt your head back up, "Stop your giggling and give me a proper kiss."
You oblige, leaning up and pressing your lips to his gently. He deepens the sleepy kiss a bit, hand locking in your hair and pulling you closer. He pulls away after a moment, pressng his lips to your forehead as your cuddle closer to his chest.
It's quiet, once again, as your rub your thumb back and forth across his chest and his hand travels up and down your upper arm. "Love? You asleep?" He asks softly.
"Mmmm, almost." You respond.
"Sorry, sorry, go to bed, darling." He soothes.
"You wanna be the little spoon?" You ask, not needing to open your eyes to know he's smirking at you.
He hums gently, almost inaudibly and you pull away before he can protest.
"Budge over." You echo from earlier as he obliges and turns onto his side.
You wind your arm around his waist and he leans back into you, arm encasing yours to him.
"Love you, darling."