Draco Malfoy Imagines

Decisions Pt. 1

You wave goodbye and Draco and you exit the greenhouse.

"Well. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, y/n," Draco chuckles. You nod.

"See you around, Draco. I've got to go to Transfiguration," you say.

You skip down the hall and up the stair to Transfiguration, arriving just as the class is scheduled to start. You sit down next to Harry like normal near Ron and Hermione. Professor McGonagall gets up in front of the class and explains the assignment. Today was the day that they would be transfiguring fire into solid objects. You rest your head against your fist and Professor McGonagall disappears into her office after explaining all the technical stuff about the spells.

"Do what did Professor Sprout want, y/n?" Harry asks, getting out his wand from his school bag.

"Oh, she just wanted me to look after a greenhouse for a bit with Malfoy. It's no big deal. I just have to go there during afternoons," you explain, opening your book.

"Wait... Malfoy?!" Harry says, surprised. "No. You can't, y/n."

"What do you mean?" you ask, looking over to Harry.

"You can't do that with Malfoy!" Harry says.

"Harry. I'm doing it for Professor Sprout. I can't say no now, Harry. It's only for a little while," you say and he sighs reluctantly.

"Alright, y/n... I still don't trust him, though."

"I know you don't, Harry. It'll be fine," you say softly. He kisses you a bit reluctantly on the cheek lightly and smiles at you. You sigh. "Let's get to work."

~~~~~

You return to your dorm room, your hair in knots. It had been a long day in potions class and Neville's potion had blown up in your face twice, causing your face to be covered with black grit. You flop on your bed, eager for a nap before dinner time. You reach your arm out to turn the light off, but your hand hist something that hadn't been there in the morning. You look up and find it's a red box tied elegantly with a black bow. You pull on the ribbon and it comes undone. You open the top of the box and find an assorted group of finely crafted, shiny chocolates. You smile and notice a note inside the box. You pick it up and open it.

Dear y/n,

Enjoy the chocolates. I hope you like them. See you in class.

Love,

Your Admirer

You sigh. It must be from Harry.

"He's such a sweetheart," you say to yourself. You close the box and turn off the light, snuggling into your pillow for a much-needed bit of rest.

~~~~~

You sit at your house table and nibble on a bit of toast, thinking about the past week. Caring for the plants with Draco had so far been a success. Professor Sprout hadn't gotten mad at you so far and Draco has been decent. You actually had nice talks with him most of the days. Even though Harry hated him with a burning passion, you didn't really understand his obsession with hating Draco. Yeah, he could be abrasive and unfriendly, but when he wasn't bullying first years, he was half decent so looking after the plants wasn't all that bad. Over the past few days, you kept getting curious little presents. They were usually in unmarked boxes. One day, it was a bracelet and the next a set of earrings and then a necklace. One time, it was a book that you had always wanted and another it was a credit of five galleons to Honeydukes sweet shop. Naturally, you assumed it was Harry being sweet, but he never talked about it with him becasue you assumed if he didn't want to talk about the gifts you shouldn't, either. Today is Sunday so no classes and you're intent on having this day to relax, due to the lack of homework assigned by your Professors. The screech of owls echo from above and you look up. A blob of white, brown, and black careen down the from the opening in the ceiling and swoop down, delivering packages and letters. You look up and find a black own flying down towards you. You reach up and it drops something to you. It's a note.