Requested Imagine: Draco Malloy imagine where he and the reader are crushing on each other but neither admits it until the Yule ball comes and the reader shows up late but looks stunning and Malfoy leaves Pansy to be with her, where they finally confess. Anonymous
“Hi, Draco,” you say walking past him in the hallway. He’s so pale you notice immediately the blush creeping onto his cheeks.
“Hi,” he says and then his friends push him forward making no time for the two of you to actually talk. Tonight is the Yule ball and you wish you were going with Draco, but he’s asked Pansy to go with him. Fortunately someone else has asked you, but he’s no Draco.
“What are you thinking about?” Lavender Brown asks as she notices you caught in your own thoughts. You shake your head and smile. You’re probably one of the only Slytherin’s who actually has friends from the other houses.
“Just thinking about the Yule ball tonight. I’m really excited,” you say and Lavender is squealing before you even finish your sentence. She starts telling you all about her dress and her date and you can’t help but feel a little jealous of how perfect her night is going to be. You want that perfect night with Draco.
“Y/N?” Lavender asks and you have a feeling it’s not the first time she’s said your name. You direct your attention towards Lavender and shrugs apologetic. She seems satisfied and continues talking.
“Do you want to get ready together?” she asks and you nod. All the girls in Hogwarts is getting ready with each other and you just want to do that too. But getting ready is a long and hard process. After hours and hours of putting on makeup and making the dress sit completely accurate so that it’s showing off all of your assets then comes setting your hair. Suddenly you realise that you’re going to be late for the Yule ball. Lavender hurries down to her date and you follow. Ascending from the stairs you feel a pair of eyes on you. When you look up Draco is starring at you before leaving Pansy behind and hurrying over to you.
“You look beautiful,” he says standing close. You can feel his breath on your skin and it’s giving you chills.
“I should’ve gone with you,” he says placing a hand on your cheek. You lean into his touch closing your eyes.
“You really should have,” you whisper and then his lips are on yours. And you imagine how angry Pansy must be right now, but you don’t care. All you care about is the feeling in your stomach right now telling you that this is right and this is real. He pulls away taking a deep breath.
“Can I have this dance?”