The British pub |Tom Felton|
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Summary: While visiting your friends, they take you to the pub to celebrate Halloween. Nobody knew that a wonderful, famous person will appear among their family, friends and neighbours.
Warnings: drinking alcohol, foreign reader, mentions of touching body parts, grammar, possible language mistakes.
A/N This story is partly inspired by my trip to England in 2018. Sadly, I hadn’t met Tom. Or maybe? I didn’t know him back then 😅.
Also, I want to dedicate this imagine to my dearest friend @nobodybutapathetic 🩷🌿
„But I really want a juice. I don't drink alcohol" you said to your friend, sitting in the front seat of his car. Dave looked at you, stopping at the pedestrian crossing, but didn't say a word. Sarah - his sister, and your aunt Darcie, sitting behind you, chuckled quietly. You had arrived in England the previous day. It was your first time in the country, which made you feel incredibly excited. Dave was the fiancé of your friend Megan, who had died in a car accident about two years earlier. Megan had talked a lot to him about your British dream, so he wanted to show you his surroundings, take you to the most interesting places, and do everything Megan would have wanted for you. Since her death, you had felt an incredible emptiness and had slowly given up on the trip, knowing that without her, it wouldn't be the same. Darcie, her mother and your "aunt," convinced you to go on the trip, mentioning how many things Megan wanted to show you. She wanted to fulfill her dream, and you couldn't refuse. You were afraid that Dave and Sara would feel uncomfortable with somebody who was so close with one of the dearest people in their lives, but the British temperament wouldn't allow it. The very next day after your arrival, they proposed a trip to a pub in their hometown for a Halloween party. It wasn't going to be anything big. This certain pub was a meeting place for family, friends, coworkers, and neighbors. They often brought their own friends, which usually turned a group of 50 people into a crowd.
Dave parked in a small parking lot surrounded by a few small clothing shops. You got out of the car, adjusting your costumes. A moment later, his parents parked next to you. English people are very family-oriented people. They spend almost every free moment together.
The six of you were dressed like Hogwarts students. One could say you came for classes rather than a party. It was getting dark. Outside, only one lamppost illuminated the parking lot. Lily, the mother of your new friends, along with their father Steve, headed towards the grand doors. At the entrance, the woman scanned a code on her phone, and the doors opened. The venue seemed quite old and nothing like the clubs in central London. You went up the stairs, bypassing strangers. On the left were the restrooms, on the right were game machines, and opposite was the entrance to the main hall. It looked more like a school common room than a club. Inside, there were many tables, comfortably seating up to 10 people each. Dave greeted some friends near the glass entrance doors, then looked around and pointed you to an available table.
“Don't complain, it's really not strong" Sarah said, taking a sip of her drink. She looked around, checking out other people's costumes. It was definitely not boring. Everyone looked exceptional. At a table in the distance, there were also young men dressed in Harry Potter robes. The brunette was in Gryffindor colors with round glasses, next to him was Ravenclaw, and the blond-haired guy in Slytherin robes just like yours, was sat with his back to you. The whole room looked beautiful. Decorated in such a way that it resembled the interior of a dark castle. You took a small sip of your drink, preparing your face for a grimace caused by the strength of the alcohol, but nothing like that happened. The liquid was not strong at all. You even had the impression that they gave you a non-alcoholic drink, for which you would be very grateful. You started long conversations with your friends. The atmosphere was great, especially considering the fact that someone was constantly approaching you, wanting to get to know you. It even turned out that the woman working as a cleaner at your hotel was a close friend of your friends. It's funny how such a big city can be so small. Maybe an hour had passed. People were slowly feeling the effects, including Dave, who definitely overdid it with alcohol. He reached out his hand, wanting to pull you onto the dance floor. You felt great, despite having a few drinks. But when you stood up, you realized that they weren't non-alcoholic at all. Your legs almost immediately refused to obey you, and you plopped back onto the chair, causing laughter from the others sitting at your table.
"Are you okay, Y/N?" Lily asked, grabbing your hand.
"Yes. The drinks just attacked my legs" you replied, and everyone laughed.
"Well then, I suggest you make a second attempt to get up from the chair" Dave said with a laugh. He intertwined your fingers, and this time you managed to get up without any complications. You went out to the dance floor with the guy and grabbed his arms. He placed his hands on your hips, and you danced slowly to the rhythm of the song. You could feel the gaze of the people around you, especially one person in particular. The blond, dressed exactly like you. You didn't have the courage to look at him. You were already quite embarrassed by Dave's hands roaming your body. The guy rested his forehead against yours. Then he brushed your Y/H/C hair behind your ear and started planting kisses on your neck. You opened your eyes wide in surprise and slightly pushed him away.
"No, Dave" you hissed. The guy nodded and ran his hands down to your buttocks, lifting your rather short gray skirt slightly. Then he returned to your neck and gave you a few more kisses. "Okay, this is really uncomfortable, Dave" you said and moved away from him, freeing yourself from his embrace. "I like you, but this is going too far" you added.
"Sorry, it's the alcohol" he replied, scratching his head.
"I need some fresh air" you muttered before stepping outside. You sat on a ledge with your phone in hand, trying to stop thinking about the situation that just happened. Dave was attractive, that couldn't be denied. But he was also the fiance of your best friend. You wouldn't feel right being involved with someone who had been so close to Megan. And besides, you had the feeling that the guy wanted you precisely because you were close to Megan's heart.
A moment later, a lot of people appeared outside, most of them with a cigarette in hand, including Darcie, of course. She immediately approached you, seeking help with translating a few things. She didn't know a word in English. Really. One time when she wanted to buy a fizzy water, she said “water pssst, please”. Hilarious tho.
Standing next to her was a man dressed as the Joker, who had been sitting with you at the table for the whole evening. He started talking about what he wanted, and you immediately laughed and turned to the woman.
“Jason would like to take you for a walk and show you around.” You explained, and a look of surprise appeared on the brunette's face.
“Where am I supposed to walk with him? Did he suddenly feel like having a romance?” She asked.
“We can go. I'd gladly take a walk myself.” You replied and nodded to Jason. “Unless you don't want my company?” You asked the man, but he didn't even want to hear that you wouldn't go with them. After all, how could they communicate with each other without a translator? “Just wait a moment, I'll tell Sarah that we're leaving for a few minutes.” You smiled at them, then walked over to Sarah, standing by the door.
“Sarah, we-“
“Miss Malfoy?”You heard. You turned your head towards the dark-haired man with round glasses, leaving the pub.
“Mr. Potter?” You laughed, trying to say it with the best British accent possible.
“Mr. Mike Potter.” He replied and held out a pack of cigarettes towards you.
“Miss Y/N. Nice to meet you. And thanks, but I don't smoke.” You said with a smile.
“A Slytherin who doesn't smoke? Such a well-behaved little girl you are.” He chuckled.
“Indeed.” You replied, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“I know someone who would like your costume. I mean, the colors of your costume.” He added, smiling. At that moment, a blond man came out of the pub. You recognized him immediately. Tom Felton, the movie Draco Malfoy.
“Greetings, everyone.” He laughed, then looked at you.
“H-hey.”
“It's Y/N. Mrs. Malfoy.” Mike laughed. “And she obviously likes you, because she stutters.”
“I like that.” Tom replied, winking at you. You smiled slightly, blushing like never before.
“Y/N, are you coming?” Darcie called out.
“Oh God, I almost forgot about her. We're going for a walk, Sarah. Darcie has an admirer.” You laughed to the girl. She later passed the message to her brother as he left the pub, and you ran to catch up with the waiting pair.
“Who's that girl?” Tom asked, giving Dave a light.
“She's the friend of my brother’s fiancé.” Sarah replied, extinguishing her cigarette and Dave nodded. “Single.” She added, entering the building. Tom bit his lower lip, fighting back a smile.
“Did you hear that? Go for her. It's about time.” Mike laughed.
“I know, I know.”The blond replied.
***
The walk passed in a pleasant atmosphere. There was a lot of laughter, especially when Darcie tried to pretend she understood everything and then nudged you, begging for a translation. It took about an hour of walking around the area. You passed many children collecting candies, and some even asked you for a photo. The atmosphere was so welcoming that even you got a small, pumpkin-like box and started collecting treats yourself, engaging people with lines from books. Upon returning to the pub, the first thing you did was taking off your cloak . You were left in a white shirt, a greenish tie, a gray skirt, and high-heeled shoes. On the table, new drinks were already waiting for you and Darcie. This time they were supposed to be really strong. Your friends immediately started devouring the sweets you had gathered.
“Dave! Can’t believe you actually… Ughh...” You protested at the sight of the drinks.
“This is just the beginning. It's 9 PM, the whole night is ahead of us.” The guy laughed, taking a big sip.
“I'll twist your head off, I promise.”
“I don’t want to hear any complaining. One for each of us.” He ordered the bartender, who brought you each a shot.
“Dave...” You hissed, and he winked at you.
“To Y/N's strength.” He laughed. You took the glasses in your hands and emptied them to the bottom. You closed your eyes tightly, feeling the burning in your mouth. It was strong.
“Out of curiosity, how many drinks are you planning to serve us?” You asked, looking from one person to another.
“You'll have two more and then you'll stop counting.” Steve replied.
“That's comforting.” You said with a slight smile. You stood up and went to the restroom. You stood in front of the mirror to fix your hair and makeup. Then you turned around to wash your hands and stood there, stunned for a moment, looking at two different taps. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't be surprised that older buildings in the UK have separate taps for hot and cold water, but after drinking alcohol, such information reached you a bit slower. Betty, Dave's dog sitter, entered the restroom. Seeing your expression, she started laughing hysterically almost immediately.
“Too bad I don't have a camera in my hand. Your face is the funniest thing I've seen today.” She laughed, holding her stomach. You felt a bit silly, but you laughed along. The woman washed her hands and then looked at you again, bursting into another fit of laughter as she left the restroom. Blushing, you followed her.
Opposite you, by the stairs, stood Mike and Tom. Hearing Betty's laughter, they started laughing themselves.
Vicious circle, laughter can sometimes be funnier than the whole situation.
"If only you saw what I did" she said to them, and you opened your eyes wide. Oh, wonderful. Must feel amazing to look like a fool in the eyes of your idol. She laughed, trying to imitate you. But she did it much better. The boys burst out laughing, and you almost sank into the ground.
"Poor thing" Tom said, then pulled you towards him, hugging you tightly. You rested your chin on his shoulder, and he intertwined his fingers in your hair.
"It's because of the alcohol" you said.
"That's just the first round" Mike laughed. "That's what Sarah said"
"Hopefully the last" you replied.
"It won't be that bad" the blond consoled you and kissed your temple.
"You wanna switch places, Felton?" you asked, leaning back slightly from the boy.
"For you tonight, I am Malfoy. Draco Malfoy" he said with a smug smile.
"Fine. Just don't be as much of a pansy as Draco" you laughed.
"I'll try" he replied, and after a moment, he pulled you onto the dance floor. You wanted to go to your table but the boy grabbed your hips and started swaying with you to the rhythm of the music. You placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to avoid eye contact. You already had intense blushes.
"You won't refuse me if I buy you a drink, will you?" he laughed and lifted your head slightly.
"Should I kill you now or wait?" you replied, rolling your eyes. "No, no drinks. I might end up showing you my old fanfics" you said. Soon after, you bit your tongue, realizing what you had just blurted out.
"Bartender!" he shouted, amused.
"Nooo!" you hissed, covering his mouth with your hand. "I won't show you anything. Absolutely nothing."
"You're disappointing me, Y/N" he replied.
"I'm sorry" you whispered, giving him a kiss on the nose.
"Then let me kiss you" he murmured with an unprecedented confidence, raising his eyebrows, and you couldn't believe what you heard.
"O-okay..." you mumbled. Without hesitation, the boy kissed you in the most passionate and tender way you could have dreamed of. You felt like you had landed in paradise. Tom perfection Felton was kissing you amidst a crowd of people at a party in your beloved country. You kissed him back almost immediately. You felt the boy smiling.
"What's that blush for?" he asked with a smile, caressing your cheek.
"You're imagining things" you shyly replied. The blond hugged you tightly and in that way, embracing each other, you finished the dance. He didn't take his eyes off you and gave kisses on your forehead every now and then.
"I heard you're here on vacation. How long do you think it will take to take care of the formalities and settle permanently on the islands?" he asked, running his hands up and down your waist. "Because, you know, I don't want just a holiday fling."
"And you determine that after a few minutes of conversation?" You laughed, pulling the blond towards your table.
"We'll spend a few days together, get to know each other, and then I'll repeat my words, I promise. And now, a drink, please. Waiter! This little one needs to show me her fanfics but she won’t do it without alcohol!” He said, sitting you on top of his lap.
And you showed him. What a damn annoying blondie.
