Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Little sister! Reader; Ron Weasley x Reader
Requested: Yes! I hope you like it.
Anonymous Requested: Hello, i was wondering if you could write something envolving Draco having a little sister ? :)
The two of you were known as the Prince and Princess of Slytherin because you were Malfoy’s. Even though you and Draco varied vastly in your personalities, you were quite close. You told him everything, well, almost everything. He didn’t know that you were dating Ron Weasley. You didn’t have any intentions of telling him either. Knowing Draco, he’d be a total drama queen and tell your father, who in turn would disown you. No, you’d rather just keep your relationship a secret until you got married or broke up.
You loved Ron. You loved him with all your heart, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell your brother even though you really wanted him to know. You felt dirty keeping secrets from him. As you and Ron sat in the Room of Requirement one night, he noticed that you’d gone completely quiet.
“What’s with you, (Y/N)?” He asked, turning to look at you.
“I don’t like keeping things from Draco. He’s my big brother and I usually tell him everything, ya know. I just feel weird not telling him about us,” You admitted, threading your fingers through Ron’s. He gave you a sympathetic look.
“What did you tell your brothers when you started dating me? I mean, I can’t imagine that they were too keen on you dating a Malfoy,” You said, fully turning to face him. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.
“I told them that you weren’t like the rest of your family,” He said.
“Well, I don’t think that will work with my brother,” You said, leaning towards him. He ran his fingers through your hair in a comforting manner.
“No, I don’t reckon it would.” You snuggled into him again, still trying to think of ways to tell your brother and not get thrown out of the family.
The months went on and you still managed to keep from telling Draco. You could tell that he knew you were hiding something, especially when you entered the common room way after curfew. Tonight was like all the rest, you were coming into the common room well after midnight after spending hours with Ron. You came to a halt when you were met with your brother sitting in an arm chair, watching the door.
“And just where have you been, (Y/N) Malfoy?” He asked, sounding a lot like your father. You swallowed thickly; your mind rushed to come up with a lie.
“Oh, ya know, out?” You said. It came out as more of a question than an answer. He raised an eyebrow. You’d seen that look on your father more than once and it never ended well for you.
“Oh? Who were you with, may I ask?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“You may not.” With that, you made a run for the girls dorm. Draco caught your arm easily and swung you into the chair he’d been sitting in. You glared at him, trying to get up. He wouldn’t let you. Every time you stood up, he pushed you back into the chair.
“Who were you with,” He demanded. You looked down and played with your fingers.
“None of your business,” You said, quietly.
“I’m your older brother. It’s very much my business when my baby sister comes into the common room at one thirty in the morning every night for months,” He said in a stern voice. You ran your fingers through your hair. You really didn’t want to lie to him any more, but you were still scared that you’d get disowned and lose him. You bit your lip and said nothing.
“I’ll ask you one more time, who were you with, (Y/N)?” He asked.
“I can’t tell you.” He blinked at you. This was his first time ever hearing you say something like that to him.
“What’d you mean you can’t tell me?” He snapped, indignantly.
“I just can’t,” You murmured, starting to tear up. Panic spread over your brother’s pale face as you began to cry. It wasn’t often that you cried so, when you did, he knew that it was a big deal.
“Is someone forcing you to keep quiet? If they are I’ll curse them into oblivion,” He growled, gripping your shoulders tightly. You shook your head, letting out a soft sob. His face softened and he began to look more like Mother, who you always liked more than your father. He began to pet your hair soothingly as he hugged you to him.
“Y-You’d hate m-me-e-e,” You hiccupped.
“You’re my little sister. Nothing will ever make me hate you,” He said, gently. You sobbed loudly.
“Y-You will! T-Then you’ll tell F-F-Father and h-he’ll dis-o-own me-e!” You wailed. Draco held your close to him, making you more upset for the time being.
“What the hell are you talking about? Why would Father disown you?” He asked, holding you at arms length. You wiped the tears from your red cheeks and took a deep breath.
“I’ve been dating Ron Weasley,” You sniffled. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“You’re dating a Weasley?” He asked. You couldn’t tell exactly how he felt about it. All the emotion had been taken from his voice and it worried you. You nodded, slowly.
“Before you get mad, I just want you to know that Ron makes me really happy. I love him so much, but I don’t want to give up my family,” You said, voice raw from crying. Draco scanned your face for a moment then sighed.
“You’re happy?” He asked. You nodded frantically.
“Happier than I’ve ever been,” You confirmed.
“He treats you well?” He asked. Again you nodded. Sighing, his gray eyes locked with yours and he rubbed the back of his neck.
“What?” You asked, nervousness creeping into your voice. Sure you felt a little better now that you weren’t lying to him, but you were still scared that he’d tell Father and you’d be history.
“I don’t like it,” He said, finally. You watched him and hoped that there was more to that sentence. “But, I suppose if Weasel-B makes you happy, I’ll just have to deal with it.”
“So, you’re not going to tell Father?” You asked. He shook his head.
“No, I’m not going to tell Father,” He sighed. Grinning, you threw yourself at him, hugging him hard.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Oh, Draco, thank you so much!” You squealed. He shushed you, seeing as it was nearly two thirty now. He smiled at you in his usual brotherly manner and ruffled your hair.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t go around telling people that I’m nice, got it,” He said, jokingly. You giggled, making an ‘x’ over your heart.
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He chuckled, patting you on the head one last time.
“Good. Now go to bed, we have classes tomorrow,” He said, giving you a little push towards the girls dorms. You smiled again.
“Night, Dray,” You called.
“Goodnight, (Y/N),” He said, trailing up his own set of stairs.
Later the next day, Draco caught Ron on his way to dinner and pulled him to the side. Ron glared at him, ready for a fight. The blond rolled his eyes then looked around to make sure that no one was listening to them.
“Alright, Weasley, if my sister sheds even a single tear over you, I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” He threatened. Ron blinked at him, confused.
“She told you?” He asked, stupidly.
“No, you git, I asked the bloody portrait. What do you think?” He growled. Ron glared at him.
“Shut up, Malfoy.” The two stared each other down for a few seconds before backing off.
“As I said, make her cry and I will end you,” He said, formally. Ron nodded once.