Random Fandom Imagines (Requests Closed)

-That_fabulous_furby-/Harry Potter: Draco Malfoy

"Jessa! Over here!"

I walked into the dining hall and saw my friends, sitting on the Slytherin side ready to
have our dinner. I smiled at them and started strolling towards them. Then my shoulder slammed into someone that I despised. Draco.

His glaring eyes looked straight at me as he said, "Watch where you're going next time, warthog."

"Gosh, Draco. You are one douch bag ," I spitter back at him with a disgusted face on me.

I gave him a scowl as he walked away and sat down, snickering at the end of the table with his dumb-witted friends. I glumly sat down next to mine and looked at my empty plate of food.

For some odd reason, I felt extremely guilty. Even though I have had a small crush on Draco for a while now, I knew I shouldn't have called him that. My friends were trying to engage me in their conversation but I didn't feel like talking.

I look over and saw that Draco was gone. Dinner was about to start, but curiousity got the best of me as I escaped from dinner. As soon as I entered the corridors, Dumbledore started to speak. I looked back and forth to see if there was any sign of Draco.

But none I found.

I walked slowly to hear any feet scattering or voices. It was until I reached the boy's bathroom, when I heard a sniffle.

I stopped and stood at the doorway of the bathroom. I heard a small whimper and a voice softly talking. I immdiately knew it was Draco's. Feeling bad for him and wanting to comfort him, I knocked on the door.

"Draco? Are...are you alright?" I asked.

He immediately stopped crying and snapped meanly but failed in doing so, "It's not your buisness."

"Draco, if it's what I said inside in the dining hall, I didn't mean it," I remarked, hoping he would let me in.

A pause. Then a sign as he surpingingly let me in.

I opened the door to the boy's bathroom. I know that I probably shouldn't have come inside, but I wanted to make sure Draco was alright. The stalls were all empty and there was no sign of anyone else.

Draco was facing his back on me, leaning against the sink, looking in the mirror. His eyes were red and his face looked wet.

I gave him a gentle smile and came by his side. He slowly turned around, still having his hand on the sink.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hi," I whispered.

He looked at the ground and sniffled.

"What's-what's up?" I asked him finally.

"It's...it's nothing."

"Draco," I put my arms on his bicep, "You can tell me. I'm here for you."

He chuckled a bit and looked at me with his green eyes.

"It's gonna sound bloody stupid, but it's about all those horrible things I said to you," he remarked.

"Draco-"

"Jessa, I feel so guilty because...because I feel like it's the only way to tell you that-that I love you," he blurted.

I was struck by his words and I placed my hand on top of his that was on the sink. His hand was cold and I grasped it.

"I'm sorry Draco for all the times I-"

I was cut off by a kiss from him. I admit, I was a bit taken back. But I closed my eyes and kissed him back. We savored the moments together, until the boy's bathroom door was slammed. We immediately broke apart and chuckled as we saw horrified Crab have a confused look on him.

"What in the bloody heck is this?" He asked pointing at us.

We laughed as Draco took my hand and dragged me out of the bathroom into the hallway. As we turned the corner, he pressed me against a wall and asked, "Now where were we, warthog?"

"I don't know, dough bag," I whispered and again our lips met.