May o get a reader x Draco imagine with 16 and 21?
Summary: long story short - the reader is dating Malfoy, and they both think that the other one is a muggle, so one day Draco decides to ‘come out’.
You decided to spend a day by a lake, so you are just sitting under a tree, your head resting on his shoulder, as you are looking through the pages of a book.
“What are you reading?” Draco murmurs in your hair, as he pulls the book out of your hands.
“A novel,” you look up, and he softly kisses you, running his fingers through your hair. “You look… serious. Is something wrong?”
“No, no,” he sighs, then shakes his head. “Close your eyes.”
“Draco, don’t do weird,” you murmur. “Are you going to cut my face off?”
“No… Why would I?” he finally smiles, and you stroke his jawline. “Ok, I may be too tense.”
“You got my eyes closed,” you smile, closing your eyes. Draco strokes your cheek and whispers something under his breath.
“Y/N, I want to show you something. It may scare you, but I am just opening up to you, ok?” you nod quickly, already afraid of what he may do. Your wand was hidden in your bag, but you had no idea how to reach it if Draco decided to do crazy and try to cut you. “Open your eyes,” you slowly open them and look at the flame, jumping in a small jar in front of you. “Y/N, I have magic.”
“You don’t say!” you grin and take your wand out, hearing how Draco sighs, as you accio the blanket and cover your legs.
“That’s insane! You’re insane!” he covers his face with his hands. “You have magic, and you never told me! You are insane!”
“I know. That’t great, isn’t it?” you smile widely. “Two magicians that think they are dating muggles. Now tell me that you are a pureblood,” you nod, honestly trying not to laugh. “And both going against the rule of pure blood. How ironic…”
“Tell me about it…”
“How comes I’ve never heard of you? Or you of me?” asks Draco, stroking your shoulder with his fingertips, as if nothing has changed between you.
“My parents, they left England as soon as Voldemort started getting power… Well, my grandparents moved to the States, so I was raised there. I heard of the Malfoys, but I know you as a Murdock, don’t I?” you both grin - you both were trying to have muggle life, far away from the magic world, away from your true names. “Hilarious.”
“But everything else you told me is true?” you both ask at the same time and smile.
“We are so funny,” you note, and Draco nods.
“Yeah. Hilarious,” you stay quiet for a few minutes. “Y/N?”
“I still love you,” he whispers in your ear, pulling you closer and resting his head on top of yours. You smile and blush, as he takes your hand and strokes the fingers carefully. “No magic will change that.”
“You are romantic, aren’t you?” he giggles, then stays quiet, waiting for your answer. “I love you too, Malfoy… Even though my parents would hate that I am dating a Malfoy.”
“You are dating a Murdock.”
“Yes, I am,” you both laugh, still holding hands. “Imagine your parents’ faces when you tell them how we met?”
“Father will get a heart attack… Mom… Mom too. Nah, they’ll be cool. Hopefully.”