because i believe neville and harry have the exact same birthday

He Knew: A Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter Imagine

Requested by Anonymous:
Hello I was wondering if I could have a Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The plot is that Harry and Draco both have a crush on you and they both try to get your attention. And can you make the a ravenclaw? You can choose the ending. Thank you!

I’m sorry this took super long! I already feel bad! So sorry!
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Harry Potter walked down the corridors of Hogwarts, intent on finding a certain (H/C). It was odd, really, when he figured that he harbored feelings for her - surreal, even. He believed that he would only reserve those feelings for Ginny, for her and her alone. It broke his heart when she turned him down in favor of Neville Longbottom. He and Neville were not friendly for a few weeks after that, truth be told. So, when he felt butterflies in his stomach after she smiled sweetly at him, it was confusing. It took him a while to accept the new sensation, but he did - eventually.

Y/N, as beautiful as she was, never really stood out to him before, probably because his eyes were set onto Ginny. They were very good friends, nonetheless. It took him a while to realize that he was halfway in love with her, but when he, at the eve of his birthday, found her in the kitchens, trying to design a birthday cake for him, he smiled and grinned and laughed at her flustered face, and he knew.

“There are things even a Ravenclaw isn’t good at,” she whispered, scratching the back of her head sheepishly. So they ate the cake - which wasn’t half bad - and talked through the night. He felt at ease, as peaceful as he had ever been when he wasn’t sure if he’d ever feel that way again. His stomach was filled with buttercream frosting and butterflies when they left the kitchens, him bringing her to the entrance of her common room. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, wishing him a Happy Birthday.

He looked as she entered her common room, tired but happy and fell soundlessly onto the couch, her sleeping figure barely visible in the small crack of a now closing portrait. He smiled, and left for his own common room, her laugh and smile etched into his memory.
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It didn’t take a long time for Draco Malfoy to realize that he had feelings for a certain Ravenclaw. He did not put much thought into it - he simply woke up one day, and realized that he loved her. That was the highlight of his day, and, even then, he only spent half an hour pondering the new information, before resuming the normal course of his daily activities.

Draco was the kind to accept things as they were. He was a Malfoy. Fact. He needed to live up to the highest of standards because of his last name. Fact. He deserves only what he achieves. Fact. He was in love with her. Fact. It was as simple, and as complicated as that. It was weird, of course, but he finally learned to accept - even, embrace - the small tugging at his heart whenever he knew she was near.

He tried to pinpoint the exact time that he fell in love with her - with neither realizing. It wasn’t love at first sight, surely, because he didn’t believe in that. He wondered if it was when he saw her helping a pack of Slytherins, and smiling when he asked her why, “They needed help,” she told him, as if her house did not hate his.

In the end, though, he decided it was when she approached him, after a game in which the Gryffindors won, smiling and telling him that she was proud of his performance, and he, to his own surprise, believed her. It was a short and sweet gesture, but it was an uncommon one, and he appreciated her for that.
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When Harry found out that it was her birthday in a few days, he smiled and he knew what he would do. So, he talked to Dobby, asked him for a few favors, which Dobby accepted enthusiastically.

He gave Hedwig a note to deliver to her in the morning during breakfast, and he was a tad bit disheartened to see another unfamiliar owl deliver a bouquet of roses to her with, what seemed to be, a letter. Of course someone was going to notice her. It was impossible not to.

Oh well, he thought as Hedwig, in all her glory, swooped in and dropped the note on her lap, narrowly missing the top of her head. She read the note fairly quickly, and her (E/C) eyes scanned the room, looking for green ones. Finally meeting his gaze, she smiled widely at him, and nodded, and he knew that this was his chance. He smiled back at her, and a light blush appeared on her face.

Later that same day, after most of the school had gone to bed, Harry got his cloak and found his way to the entrance of her common room and knocked thrice before she opened it and slipped into the invisibility cloak beside him.

She was wearing a simple white dress that hugged her figure beautifully, and Harry himself was dressed in his most decent clothes.

Still, she positively beamed when she saw him outside her common room, his surprise awaiting her elsewhere. They maneuvered through the castle, into a familiar route. Harry tickled the pear that guarded the kitchens, and led her in, before he entered himself.

“Happy Birthday, Miss (Y/N),” said a house elf with big beady eyes and a smile so wide it reached his ears. He was wearing a scarf, and what seemed to be the socks she helped Hermione with yesterday. The left - which was the piece that she did - was significantly less attractive than the right, but she would do better, in time.

“Thank you,” she smiled back at him, and looked at Harry in the corner of her eyes. “May I ask your name?”

“Dobby, Miss (Y/N), and you are the friend of Harry Potter.”

“Yes,” she smiled, “I am Harry’s friend.” Suddenly, Harry was at her side, and Dobby was jumping, excited. Harry’s eyes glowed with happiness.

“Is it time, sir?”

“Yeah, Dobby,” Harry smiled, “Let’s show her what we did.” Confused, she smiled at Harry and Dobby, who was signalling something to the house elves, and laughed because the elf looked like he was dancing and Harry looked like a child on Christmas day.

Two small elves, who she later learned was named Vicky and Annie, carried a small white cake decorated with small, fondant flowers. 

‘Happy Birthday, Y/N!,’ it said in huge bold letters. Under it, in smaller writing, ‘I hope you liked it! -Harry and the House Elves.’ And, again, in much, much smaller handwriting, ‘Also Hermione and Ron.’  

She laughed, and she loved them for it. Harry lit the single candle on the cake, and they all began to sing Happy Birthday, and she made a wish, a small, heartfelt wish. After the song was over, the house elves brought even more food for them. 

Though he knew that bringing her to somewhere more romantic and intimate would have been a good idea, he decided against it. In his heart of hearts, he believed that this was their place, this was where he knew he loved her, and he liked to believe that maybe, just maybe, this is where she’ll realize that she loved him too. 

And so, they talk the night away again, and she laughed even louder and even longer, and he hadn’t smiled like this in such a while. In fact, he didn’t know if he ever smiled like that before. 

When the dawn breaks, they decide that it’s time to head back, and she silently thanks the stars that it’s a Saturday. He asked her if she wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him, and she declined because she has a competition tomorrow and she desperately had to win. He understands, and so he smiled at her sweetly. She kissed the corner of his mouth before departing and, once more, falling asleep on the couch as Harry looks on. 

He thinks that maybe he should have told her right then and there. He wanted to, of course. He wanted to so desperately. He didn’t expect her to love him back. He wanted her to, of course, but all he really wanted right now was for her to know. If he learned anything, it’s that the people you love should never question if you do. 

So, when the portrait finally closed, he whispered under his breath, “I love you.” And, even if no one was there to hear, he knew she would know. One day, she would know that he loved her, and she would not doubt it, and he hoped that, that day was coming soon. 

He smiled to himself, and walked back to his dorm room, the scent of her perfume lingering on his cloak. 
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She studied the whole day yesterday, but it seemed that it was all in vain. Her team was losing, and she had only answered 4 out of 6 questions asked to her right so far. The Slytherins were 3 points ahead, and there were only 5 questions left. Their other teammate, who was smart, but, undeniably, ignorant, answered wrongly, and the rest of their three-man team groaned. 

She walked out of the classroom, her shoulders slumped, and with a frown on her face. They had lost, and she wanted to blame herself. She felt miserable. Maybe she should have gone with Harry. Today seemed useless anyway. 

“That could have gone better,” Draco Malfoy walked up to her. She knew that she should feel sad, mad, whatever, but, instead, she was grateful because he did not pretend. He did not act. A small smile tugged at his lips. “Don’t worry about it, though,” he continued, “I’m proud of you.” 

She smiled at him. His words seemed genuine, he did not say that she did her best or that she should have done better. He was proud of her, and, before she knew it, her arms warmed around his neck and she was enveloped into his hug. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, and he hugged her tighter, smelling her strawberry perfume. 

“I really am, you know. You could have been the last, and I’d still be proud, but probably slightly less proud, but still proud,” he told her and she giggled. He let go of her, and she wished that they could have stayed like that a bit longer. Instead, with her hand in his, they went to the kitchens, grabbed two cups of hot chocolate and headed straight for the Astronomy Tower. 

They drank in silence for a while, and it was comfortable and soothing. “Thank you for the roses,” she whispered, smiling fondly at the memory of her being completely flustered at receiving roses on her birthday.

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled, “a pretty gift for a pretty lady.” 

“Oh, shut up,” she nudged him. “I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

“Okay, I don’t,” she smiled at him, “Why didn’t you go to Hogsmeade?” 

“Oh, well,” Draco said, a faint blush rushing to his cheeks, “I wanted to see you kick ass.” 

She laughed, loudly and innocently, and all her worries and annoyance seemed to melt away. He smiled at her, and he wanted to engrave the moment of her laughing into his memory. “I’m sorry for disappointing you.” 

“Nah, you didn’t,” he smiled. “Besides, it was totally a win-win. It’s either I see you kick ass or I see Slytherin kick ass.” 

“I hate you,” she nudged him again, grinning. The conversation hadn’t been too loud, and there were some long quiet moments in between. It was a comforting, nonetheless, and she enjoyed their conversations. As the sun began to set, she felt him scoot closer to her, their hips touching, and she placed her head on his shoulder, and he put his arms around her waist. 

They watched the sky turn into a mixture of pink and orange and yellow and red into a star-filled, dark horizon. He brought her to the entrance of her dorm room, and she hugged him again. 

“Good night, Draco,” she whispered, and entered her common room. 

“Good night,” he responded, a smirk on his lips, and he left, her laugh still ringing in his ears.
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In the morning, a week after her encounter with Draco, as she added final touches to her Potions essay, two birds delivered two letters, the snow white owl late by only a few seconds. 

She opened the first, which belonged to Draco, and felt a sudden rush of surprise and excitement. It wasn’t a very long note, truth be told, but it was… surreal, nonetheless. 

‘I love you,’ it said in small, elegant handwriting. It was all it said, and a part of her wanted wanted to see him, and she did not know why. She did not know if she harbored the same feelings, but she knew that he was special to her. 

Her heart skipped a beat when she read Harry’s, and she felt conflicted.

‘This might be weird coming from me, and I wanted to tell you personally. I don’t know how, but, well, I’m in love with you,’ it said in messier script. She loved them both, but in very different ways. Some part of her knew, of course. She was a Ravenclaw after all. She could see it in Harry’s smile and in Draco’s eyes. She could feel it in the way Draco hugged her and in the way Harry held her hand as they walked to the kitchens. She could feel it in their touch, Harry’s more gentle and Draco’s more soothing. 

And she knew what she had to do. She knew who she loved, and she knew that the other would accept her despite it. In her heart of hearts, she had always known. 
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[Draco’s Ending]

The Slytherins had a match the very same day. It was a fast game, with Draco capturing the snitch 20 minutes in. He was a talented seeker, mind you, Harry was just a tad bit better. 

The Slytherins were celebrating inside their tents, and she went to look for a certain blonde. The area was crowded, and it was loud. She was pushed, and shoved, but she looked for him. And, alas, she found him. He was looking directly at her, smiling as he did so. They were meters away from each other, but she stood where she was, and he did the same. 

She smiled back at him, and, despite the loudness and the commotion and the crowd and being shoved and being pushed, he knew. 

He knew that she loved him, too. She mouthed the words to him, slow and steady, before disappearing into the crowd. He grinned, a happy, genuine grin, before he came chasing after her, wanting nothing more than to envelope her in his arms. 

As Harry Potter watched her smile at Draco Malfoy, he knew. It wasn’t him, and he understood. All he wanted was for her to be happy, and it seemed like she was. 

And so, he walked away, feeling content that the person he loved was happy and that was all he ever wanted. 
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[Harry’s Ending]

She hadn’t talked to him the entire day, and some part of him knew what it meant, but he didn’t want to believe it. 

Alone, he went down to the kitchens, tickling the pear and entering. 

“Harry!” Someone shouted, and  he looked up, and he saw her, flustered and blushing, frosting a small cupcake. She smiled at him sheepishly, and handed him a small cupcake, “I told you that there are things even I can’t do.” 

And he smiled and walked up to her, and before he could think about what he was about to do, he pressed his lips against hers softly, gently, and she kissed him back, and he knew. 

He knew that this place, this messy, untidy kitchen was their place. He knew that he loved her. He knew he was no longer in love with Ginny. He knew that she was here, and he knew that she loved him back. 

She loved him back. 

It was almost a foreign thought. He parted the kiss, and their foreheads rested against each other. 

“I love you,” she whispered, and he hugged her tightly, never wanting to let go. 

The next morning, as the new couple entered the Great Hall hand-in-hand, Draco Malfoy knew, and smirked at her when she saw him. She smiled back, and she looked at Harry, and he knew. 

Draco knew that she was happy, and he was happy for her. 
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I enjoyed writing this so much! I’m sorry that it took so long! I hope you liked it! :)

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