Draco Malfoy Imagines

Surprise!

House:  You Choose

Blood Status: You Choose

Warnings: None

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Holding a bag of flour in your hands, you stand in your kitchen, humming along to your favourite song.  Cooking and baking have always been a hobby of yours and it's been how you spend almost all of your free time since the age of ten.  You cross the kitchen and measure out the ingredients with excellent precision and put them all into a bowl.

"Hey, beautiful," you hear your boyfriend drawl from the doorway.  "What's cooking?"

"Draco!" you squeal and run forward to hug him.  He wraps his arms tenderly and carefully around your waits and pulls you firmly against him.  He lifts you up lightly and twirls you around.  He smiles and sets you down.  "How are you, baby?"

"I'm doing well.  I can't believe you're here!  You weren't supposed to get here until a week from now!" you say, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest.  He returns the gesture and draws his hands gently up your back lovingly.

"I decided to come early.  We haven't seen each other for over three weeks.  I couldn't stand to be apart from you for any longer, love," Draco says.  

"Aww, Draco.  I love you so much!" you reply, cupping his face with your hands.  You give his lips a light peck.  "Come with me.  I was trying out recipes for cake.  I was going to bake you one before you got here."

He nods and you take his hand, leading him over to your baking materials.  You pick up where you left off and Draco watches, eagerly.  You can tell by the look in his eyes he's completely entranced by you.  

"Do you want to help, Draco?" you ask.  He nods and comes and takes your waist.  "I don't see how this is helping, Draco..."

"Come on, y/n.  I'm just being a supportive boyfriend," he says, snuggling into your body. 

"Well, that's very much appreciated, Draco," you reply kindly.  

"Well.  It's hard not to go unappreciated when you look like this," Draco teases, nipping lightly at your neck.

"You.  Are.  So.  Cocky.  Draco!" you say, turning around lightly punching Draco in the chest with each word. 

Draco chuckles.  

"What?" you ask.  "Did I say something?!"

Draco keeps laughing loudly.

"Cocky, y/n. I guess I am that, but you can take that statement two ways," Draco whispers suggestively, using his index finger to tilt your head up while leaning in and grazing your lips with his.  

"Oh, my God, Draco you are so immature," you say breathlessly. "but I love you so much."

"I love you, too," he says, breathing heavily.  He grabs you and sets you on the countertop.  You wrap your legs tightly around his waist.  He runs his fingers through your hair and tugs at it lightly.  You grab at his black suit and tie while he simultaneously moves your cookbooks and bowls out of the way.   He gently leans you back on the countertop and climbs over you.  His lips meet yours once again and you find yourself gripping his clothes while he captures your waist in his arms.  His lips take yours and meld together in the moment's pure bliss.  His tongue slides into your mouth and entwines with yours.  Your breath hitches.

"Y/n," Draco groans deeply through the kiss.

"Shhhh," you whisper.  "Don't stop.  Keep going."

"Gladly, y/n."

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A/N:  This chapter was 579 words.  Requests are open!  Thanks for reading!

- Soiea