This imagine was requested by LilMochisjagiya! This imagine request will be fulfilled in two parts!
House: Slytherin
Blood Status: Pureblood
Warning: Scene Depicting Child Abuse
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Third Person POV:
The table-sized clock on the dark oak table chimes midnight in the Slytherin common room as the lively fire crackles cheerfully in the fireplace. Wrapped up in a blanket, the Slytherin King sits in the largest black leather sofa with his queen in his arms. Ahe hums lightly as he pulls her closer, melting into his embrace while he twirls a lock of her hair around his index finger. Draco takes a deep breath in and looks down at y/n, positively beaming.
It's been almost year and a half since y/n and Draco officially got together, and, by default, became the power couple of the school. They were the two most popular people in Slytherin; y/n had her caring, considerate personality and a soft voice that made every guy swoon paired with Draco who had his bad boy reputation with an addictive, rebellious charisma to match seemed like a perfect pair to the entire student body. Everyone knew they'd get together eventually, even though it'd probably take forever because of Draco.
Draco fell for y/n first. Hard. He was completely head over heels and it was no joke. He found her kindness and her beauty alluring. Since they were in the same house, they were constantly in close proximity and, since first year, Draco acknowledged he had a small crush on y/n, but he always had it under control because of what his father had always told him since he was a little boy: "No girls, no exceptions."
Finally, in fourth year, Draco and y/n got assigned potions partners and Draco couldn't hide his feelings anymore. With all the extra time he spent with y/n, he realised that he was even more in love with her than he thought. He loved everything about her, her laugh, her personality, her sense of humour, how she'd always pat him on the back after a double block of potions and say he did a good job. Her kindness was infectious and he'd always have a smile on his face when she was around. In potions, he'd take small glances at her as her hair would fall to the side every time she'd go in and adjust her cauldron. Every so often, she'd catch him looking at her, smile and ask if he needed help, prompting Draco's cheeks to turn bright red. He'd stammer a shaky "yes" and she'd come over to help stir his potion and he'd stand there awkwardly, unsure what to do with his crush so close. As much as he'd like to call himself completely confident with social interacting with girls, Draco was one of the most awkward when it came to romance and any feared the Draco and y/n thing would never happen in a million years.
After many more painful months of Draco being on the verge of asking y/n out every day, he finally took her on their first date to Hogsmeade in September of fifth year and it was a huge success. A few months later they were still going strong and as the December snow blanketed Hogsmeade completely they had mugs of warm butterbeer inside the Three Broomsticks, laughed at the other's jokes, and never stopped or hesitated for a second to see if this relationship this felt right. After walking out to the outskirts of town, Draco and y/n paused on a bench to take in the view of the town, the small flames within the lanterns and the shop windows glowing brightly in the distance. With a smile on his face, Draco spontaneously kissed y/n on the lips and sparks flew. When she kissed him back, he knew he made the right choice. They just automatically clicked and from then on, they were inseparable and completely in love. Nothing could tear them apart.
The stone between the common room and the hallway slides open and a group of girls comes in, returning from the monthly party hosted in the Room of Requirement. They traipse in, giggling frivolously and holding their heels in their hands.
"Oops," one says, pointing in the direction of the couple for her friends to see. "Sorry to interrupt, Malfoy."
As they walk past, one of them sighs, "I wish I had a guy like Malfoy... Say, Draco, why don't you just come over here and have some fun with me? She's asleep an-"
"No, Amy! Leave him be! Like he's ever going to leave her," the first one says, leading her friends back into the girls' dormitory. Draco smiles because he knows it's true. Y/n is his crowning jewel, his salvation, his support, and his home. He knows she'll always be there for him and he'll be there for her, too. As she stirred in his arms, he looks down, admiring her beauty.
"Hey, sleepyhead," he smiles as she blinks her eyes open.
"What time is it?" she mumbles, raising her arms above her head to stretch.
"A bit after midnight. You were sleeping up a storm," he jokes, laughing. She takes a pillow from next to her and bops him on the head with it.
"Come on, I was awake. I was just testing you to see if you'd leave me for that Amy girl," she says defiantly.
"You know I'd never do that, y/n...," Draco replies in mock dismay. She nods her head, cupping his cheek with her hand and kissing him on the lips a few times.
"So. It's almost time, Draco," y/n says promptly. Draco sighs and nods reluctantly. "Are you sure you want to go through with it?"
"I don't have a choice, y/n," Draco mumbles. "I wouldn't if I could avoid it, but the Dark Lord won't forgive me if I don't. My father won't, either."
"I wish you weren't in this situation," she says, looking into her boyfriend's silver eyes. He smiles and tucks a tiny strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I wish I wasn't, too, love," he smiles.
"What are we going to do, Draco?"
"What do you mean?" he asks, furrowing his brow.
"War is coming, it's probably even started by now. What's going to happen to us?" she says.
"Whatever do you mean?" he gasps.
"Are we going to split up?" she asks after a moment of heavy silence. Immediately, Draco swoops in and kisses her on the lips. He shakes his head.
"Of course not."
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Trekking through the woods, Draco's stomach churns inside his body. It's sickening to him. The memories from the past two hours flash in and out of his mind. He remembers the feeling of the crisp paper of the photograph of y/n and him at Slughorn's Christmas Party as he took it out of his frame and folded it into his breast pocket and y/n waiting silently in her robe in the Slytherin common room to say her goodbyes to Draco, not sure when she'll see him again. Flashes of the nervousness he had while standing in front of Dumbledore in the Astronomy Tower, his wand drawn and the sound like a crack of the whip as the killing curse from Snape's wand hit him squarely in the chest, causing him to topple out of the tower and down to the courtyard below. The burning of Hagrid's hut and Bellatrix's laughing in his hears, Draco reaches the edge of the Hogwarts grounds. he turns to look in the direction he came from, whispers a quick "goodbye, my love" to his one and only and apparates away, landing in Malfoy Manor with a thud.
The Death Eaters disperse to inform the Dark Lord of what has happened. Bellatrix goes up to Lucius who joins them in the drawing room and whispers something into his ear. Lucius stiffens and walks over to his son. Seeing his father looming over him is still intimidating, no matter how much older he gets.
"Father," Draco breaths, but he's silenced when his father raises his hand.
"You utter failure," his father hisses, raising his gloved hand and slapping Draco swiftly across the cheek with it. Draco winces in pain as he falls to the wooden floor, the sting of the leather on his cheek. His hand goes to the place of impact. There's blood. He gulps.
"F-Father?" he stutters.
"Save it! You were given one simple task! One! It was to kill Dumbledore and you were unsuccessful you weak, worthless boy!" Lucius roars furiously. "The Dark Lord will not be pleased! Our entire family might as well be dead thanks to your incompetence! We'll be tortured and killed one after the other!"
"I-I'm sorry, father!" Draco stammers fearfully, his eyes full of painful tears.
"SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!" Lucius bellows, hitting Draco with his walking stick, causing Draco to yell out in pain, Tears rolling down his cheeks, Draco notices his folded photograph of y/n and him fluttering to the ground. He reaches out to grab it, only to have it slip out of his fingers and fly into his father's grasp. His father eyes his son and unfolds it. He surveys the picture. As the camera flashes, Draco kisses y/n lovingly on the lips as he holds her by the waist. They both smile at each other. "Explain," Lucius grunts coldly.
"That's y/n...," Draco sighs, realising there's no way out of this. "She's my girlfriend."
"How long?" Lucius spits.
"A year and a half...," Draco admits, trailing off, hoping his father won't hear.
"What was my rule?!" Lucius shouts, raising his cane again and Draco shuffles away from him, scared out of his mind.
"No girls, no exceptions," he repeats fearfully, holding his hands in front of his face for protection.
"That's right," Lucius says. "This is why I made that rule! I knew that if you had an important opportunity come up like this that you needed no distractions, but you went and broke that rule! You failed because of her!"
"No, I didn't! Y/n is my angel! This is not her fault!" Draco cries, tears flowing again, wanting nothing more than to throw himself into y/n's arms and hold her 'til the end of time.
"You're so stupid, Draco. I can't believe I raised a son like you. No matter now. I have arrangements for you."
"What do you mean by that, father?"
"I just knew you couldn't take initiative by yourself or make the right choices so I've planned a little something for you. When the Dark Lord rules, people like the y/l/ns will be dead and you shall need a wife. I have arranged for you to marry the heir to the Winthrops. they are a wealthy pureblood family in America. They are aligned with the Dark Lord and she shall bear your child and continue the Malfoy line." Lucius declares as Draco's heart shatters.
"You can't do that! Y/n and I are destined to be together! You can't stop us!" Draco shouts, grabbing his wand.
"This is non-negotiable!" Lucius snaps whirling around, his eyes throwing daggers at his son. "For your information, I've been told that y/n also has an arrangement with the Flints. She is to marry Marcus, evidently, not that she deserves him. Your relationship didn't stand a chance."
"No... Y/n...," Draco gasps, his mind flashing back to Hogwarts when Marcus Flint had an obsession with her. "He can't have her! He's a pig! She deserves better!"
Lucius scoffs loudly and turns away.
"No, she doesn't, Draco. You should know better. Never speak to the girl again, or else she'll end up six feet under, courtesy of Fenrir Greyback," Lucius calls maliciously back to his son with a laugh. Disappearing up the stairs, Draco hears his father's laughter echoing through the manor. Draco curls up into a ball on the floor and starts to cry, salty tears stinging his eyes as the air around him suddenly seems cold and unfriendly.
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A/N: This imagine was 1,950 words long! Pt. 2 coming next! Thanks for reading!
- Soiea