Name: Merry Christmas, Malfoy.
Pairing: Draco x reader
Summary: the reader is a friend with Hermione, so she knows that the reader has a crush on the Malfoy (she does not understand it, but has to deal with it). She also knows that Malfoy has a crush on the reader. And that the three of you are stuck in Hogwarts. The imagine happens after the War, Hermione and Draco are back to Hogwarts. (a complicated idea, but I felt like doing it).
“Oh, I wish I could go home,” you murmur, as your classmates leave the Hogwarts for the Christmas break. Unfortunately, your family left England for the break to see your relatives in another country, so you had to stay in Hogwarts. Well, you never really wanted to go there, as you don’t like those relatives.
“Well, you are not alone here, are you?” Hermione smiles at you, and you smile back. “And… if it makes you feel any better, Malfoy is staying for the holidays too.”
“M… Ok,” you try not to smile, and Hermione giggles. After the war ended, you became very close friends, as you shared a room. And classes. When she learned that you have a huge crush on Draco Malfoy, she first tried to ‘heal’ you, but later gave up because you seemed to be ‘hopelessly lost’. Before you manage finish thinking about why Hermione would be approving or somehow supporting your crush, she grabs your hand and pulls you to the Great Hall, mumbling something about the dinner.
“Muggleborns stuck in Hogwarts, aren’t you?” asks Draco, sitting down next to you.
“The question is why are you here, Malfoy?” asks Hermione quite calmly. “Don’t you have a family mansion to go to?”
“You’ll be disconcerted, Granger, but I chose to stay here. And I have the right to. My family will be fine without me, and I have other, more important matters to attend to.”
“Please, what matters?” asked a boy from Gryffindor that was sitting next to you because you were the only people left from the whole House. His friends died in the Battle, so he was painfully hostile towards all the Slytherin. “Thinking of the new ways of murdering innocent people?”
“Shut up, John,” Hermione rolled her eyes, and the boy closed his mouth - as the friend of the Great Harry Potter, Hermione was respected by all of the Houses, except for the Slytherin, of course, but no one really dared go against her. Malfoy stayed quiet as well, aggrieved at the way he is seen even after the war ended, and Potter spent half a summer to vindicate Draco and his family.
“Hey… Draco… You ok?” you ask, quickly touching his hand. Malfoy blinks and smiles.
“Yes, yes. I am great.”
“I am sorry about John. He is stupid, that’s all,” he nods, and you return to the food in front of you, listening to the hum of people discussing something. Hermione keeps smiling at you, sometimes humming a weird song about a girl that fell in love with an iceberg. Fortunately, Malfoy wasn’t listening.
“So… what are your plans for the break?” asks Hermione when the silence becomes absolutely repugnant. Draco looks at her, then at you, still quiet, so Hermione has to continue. “I am going to prepare for the exams. Y/N?”
“Oh. I am planning on reading some literature about the use of magical wands by muggles. That’s the assignment. For the Muggle Studies,” Draco grinned. “What?”
“A muggleborn and the Muggle Studies… Why would you?”
“You’ll never know how many differences there are between the way the muggles see themselves and the way the wizards see them… It’s quite funny,” Draco smiles at you, then nods. “What about you?”
“Well, I am working on changing my schedule a little. And looks like I will have to take the Muggle Studies.”
“And why so?” Hermione asks, as you keep looking away, trying to stop smiling.
“Granger, you have no idea how helpful it will be if Lord Malfoy demonstrates his decency and civility by studying the life of the muggles,” Draco answers calmly, yet looking at you from a corner of his eye. “It’s all politics.”
“Only politics?” Granger grins, as if trying to trust him.
“Only,” murmurs Draco, quickly stuffing his mouth with food to avoid Granger’s questions. Hermione keeps looking at you two, then grins and leaves, after saying something about McGonagall and a new assignment. You and Draco stay in silence, slowly chewing on your meals.
“Why did you come back to the school?” you ask finally, trying to break the silence.
“I want to study, Y/N. I was the second top student right after Granger…” you nod and take a glass of juice. “However, you look pretty interested in my position, don’t you?”
“Sorry about that,” you smile. “I am doing my best here.”
“No, no. Not a problem at all!” Draco starts to renounce his words, trying not to smile, but you both end up laughing, as you look at the table, not noticing that Malfoy laughs, looking at you, then suddenly, totally spontaneously tucks a curl behind your ear.
“Uhm…” you both freeze, Draco’s fingers still slightly touching your skin, until he blinks and quickly pulls the hand away.
“I had to, you know,” he notes quietly, as you start blushing.
“You did?” Draco nods, then rests his hand on the back side of your wrist, slightly stroking the skin.
“Absolutely right… And you are blushing a lot,” he smiles, as you turn away, totally pretending that nothing is happening. “Granger left on purpose, didn’t she?” you nod. “She is not as terrible as I may think she is.”
“Oh, be nice!”
“I am,” Draco raises his eyebrows, surprised that someone could think he is not nice. “Very nice.”
“You really think so? The sarcastic Slytherin prince is nice? When did I miss this moment?”
“Merlin’s beard, Y/N! Stop talking, won’t you?” you frown, about to keep arguing, but Malfoy simply rolls his eyes and pulls you closer with one hand to kiss you slowly, as if not sure if he can. However, the moment you kiss him back, you realize that he won’t really let go of you, way too soft his skin is, and way too gentle the dangerous Malfoy is.