Draco Malfoy Imagines

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Warning: Swearing

A/N: Before we begin, I would just like to thank everyone who's been reading these chapters! It means so much to me and I'm very thankful to you all! First, there have been many requests sent in in the past and I'm afraid that I have forgotten to take screenshots a few of them. If I have not fulfilled a request, please comment what it is and feel free to describe it in as much detail as you like! I fulfil requests in the order I see them and I will be sure to write your requests! I plan to still update every other day at the very least! I would also like to announce that there will be another Q&A when we hit 100k, which is very far off in the future, but I'd like to have the time to get good questions! You can send those in via personal message or comment! Thanks again for reading!

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You laugh as one of the people in your friend group delivers his punchline to his new latest and greatest joke.  Everyone laughs with you and you smile at this.  Ever since first year its been like this.  You were one of the lucky few who became automatically popular once arriving at Hogwarts.  You found your group easily because many of the people aspiring to be as cool and popular as you congregated around you.  As of right now, you're the leader of the pack of popular people in your year.  Every day, you go everywhere with your group following behind, with the most recent addition of Draco Malfoy, who you have been going steady with for a month or two.  Despite him being an absolute sweetheart to you, something about your relationship with him bores you.  Even if he is the amazing Slytherin Prince everyone calls him, he's no expert on being in a relationship. With a simple raise of your hand, you instruct the rest of your followers to go away and they disperse, leaving you and Draco alone.  

"What's up, y/n?" he asks, sticking his hands in his pockets.  "You seem off today."

"Nothing's up, Draco," you reply with a shrug as the last of the people heading to the Great Hall for dinner exit the corridor you stand in.

"Are you sure?" he asks, taking a step closer to you and brushing your hair gently out of your face.  "It looks like there's something heavy on your mind.  Do you want to tell me?"

"No, Draco.  Everything's fine.  I promise," you say sternly, trying to convince him.

"It doesn't seem like that, y/n...," Draco says, shaking his head.  "I know you.  You always act nervous when something's on your mind.  Maybe I can help if you just tell me?"

You shake your head, slightly annoyed with Draco's nosiness.

"Can't you take my word for it?" you grumble.  "I'm alright.  I'm going to dinner."

Draco sighs and follows you down the hall to the Great Hall where you both go and sit down at your house tables.  Sighing, you serve yourself a small portion of food and continue to shove it around your plate with your fork, resting your head on your hand in boredom.  You look up as you smear the mashed potatoes lazily from the left side to the right side of your plate and spot Cormac McLaggen who is smirking at you from across the hall, gingerly biting his bottom lip at you.  You laugh, tilt your head at him and leave the hall, your dinner plate still full.

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The next day, you leave your dorm room, a house scarf tightly wrapped around your neck.  You walk out to the courtyard and sit down, taking out a study book to wait for breakfast to start.