Saviors Twin | Draco Malfoy Imagine
Request: Can you write a one shot where you’re Harry’s twin (maybe like with Lupin when Voldemort came or something) and she falls in love with either a Weasley twin or Draco and the Golden Trio don’t want her to
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader
“Y/N, why don’t you have a seat with us?” Hermione called to you as you walked towards a spare seat at the front of the class.
“I need a partner anyway, so sure,” you smiled at her, taking a seat between her and your brother.
“I’m afraid not, I will be placing you in pairs,” Snape’s voice sounded from behind you, nearly scaring you out of your seat.
Great. Pairs. Meaning you would be placed with someone who either won’t do any work or is too obnoxious to listen to your input. You steeled yourself as he began to list off last names. He stalked around the room like a shark searching for prey, stepping behind students as he read.
“Malfoy and Potter,” he spoke slowly, stifling a giggle as Harry swore loudly.
“I don’t want to be with that git,” he grumbled to Ron, gathering his things as he spoke so he could move seats.
“Not you Potter, the tolerable one,” Snape snapped as Harry stood, causing your heart to drop into your stomach. Of course, you get paired with your long time crush.
“Yes sir,” you took your things with you, rolling your eyes as Harry didn’t bother hiding his happiness.
You took your seat beside Draco, your cheeks heating up as he gave you a fleeting smile. Having been in his house, you had the chance to see a different side of him than your friends and brother had. How he treated the merpeople that came to the window in the common room, how he swore in French whenever Blaise ruined his hair after he had styled it, and especially how he looked curled up asleep on the couch in the common room after venting to you about his issues. These were just a few of the things that helped spur your crush into action, not that anyone would ever understand. They didn’t know him like you did.
“This should be easy, do you want to chop the ingredients or stir?” Draco asked after Snape finished explaining what potions you would be brewing today.
“I’ll stir, you’re better at getting the proportions right than I am,” you laughed, pulling your hair back into a ponytail as he pulled his shirt sleeves up.
He laughed along with you, quickly cutting himself off as he glanced over your shoulder, his carefree look being discarded for a scowl. You followed his gaze, huffing as your eyes met Harry’s. He was sending a venomous glare directly as Draco, you rolled your eyes and turned back to look at Draco. You placed your hand on his arm, catching his attention.
“You can continue your rivalry with him as soon as we finish the assignment, just ignore him please for me?” You smiled up at him softly, letting out a relieved sigh when he gave a slight nod and left to grab the ingredients needed.
The two of you worked swiftly, telling light jokes under your breath as you went. Snape passed by often, complimenting the both of you on a job well done. Draco suspected he was only nice to you because you favoured your mother. You liked to believe it was because you were good at potions. The two of you ended up making the best potion of the class and were granted fifty points to Slytherin.
“I’ll see you at lunch, I’m going to walk back with Harry and the others,” you told him, waiting for his nod before making your way over to them.
“What’s up with you and Malfoy?” Harry demanded as soon as you walked up.
“We’re friends, why do you care?” you rolled your eyes, already regretting walking with them.
“It’s Malfoy Y/N, that’s why!” he huffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Sometimes I think you truly believe Draco is worse than Voldemort,” you snapped back, smacking the back of Ron’s head when he yelped at the mention of his name. “Shut up, will you? If you can’t say his name how are you supposed to face him?”
“Sometimes it feels like he is, at least Voldemort is honest in his intentions, Draco isn’t,” Harry said, bringing you to a halt.
“If Draco wanted to kill you I assure you he would have by now, you know nothing about him but boy are you quick to judge,” you said, your voice steady and anything but calm.
“I don’t know anything about him? He’s not who you think he is,” Harry shook his head in disbelief, Ron and Hermione watching the two of you cautiously.
You stared at him for a moment longer, your jaw clenched tightly, You hated fighting with your brother, your tongue always reacted before your brain. You knew if you stayed any longer you would say something you would regret. Even if you did mean every word. Instead, you turned on your heel and made your way to the Slytherin common rooms. You would grab something from the kitchens later.
You had barely been in the common room by yourself ten minutes before Draco walked in. You looked up from your spot in the armchair, cradling a cup of tea in your hands. He glanced down at your sweater, raising his eyebrow with a small laugh.
“Borrowed my sweater I see,” he teased you, taking a seat on the floor in front of you. He leant his back against the front of the chair, staring into the fire with you. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“You’re plotting to murder my brother supposedly,” you said nonchalantly, stifling a laugh as his head jerked up to look at you. His eyes were wide as he stared up at you, your laughter instantly dying. “Wait, are you plotting to murder my brother?”
The two of you stared at each other in silence for what felt like an eternity before Draco burst into laughter, “Oh I had you going, that’s hilarious.”
“You asshole!” you gasped, smacking him with the throw pillow and giggling slightly.
“Yeah but you love me so it’s okay,” he smirked, sucking all of the air from your lungs with his words. “I’m not oblivious Y/N, I’ve known for a few days now.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked him, knowing fully well Draco had no issues telling someone if he didn’t feel the same.
“I’m saying something now, aren’t I?” his voice was soft as he asked you, his eyes kind.
“I know you don’t feel-”
“Shut up Y/N, you don’t know how I feel,” he shushed you without malice, smiling up at you. “If you knew how I felt, you wouldn’t look like you were about to lose your best friend.”
“I am though, aren’t I?” you laughed humourlessly.
“In exchange for a boyfriend if you want maybe, but if not I’m still going to be your best friend,” he shrugged, turning around to face you fully.
“You what?” You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.
“Will you be my girlfriend you dense noodle,” he shook his head, smiling fondly.
“Yes, what kind of question is that,” you beamed, throwing your arms around his shoulders and effectively shoving the both of you to the floor.
“Potter’s going to kill me.”
“You’re doing what with Malfoy?” Harry yelled in the middle of the Great Hall, your cheeks flushing deeply as everyone turned to stare at the two of you, some glancing at Draco as well.
“Keep your voice down, will you? I’m dating Draco and I only told you out of courtesy, you can’t stop me,” you growled, throwing your hand over his mouth to shut him up long enough for you to talk. You pulled it away as soon as you finished, your irritation building with his every word.
“No you’re not,” he shook his head, a hint of finality in his voice.
“Like I said, you can’t stop me,” you sighed, standing from your spot at the table to return to Draco.
“Mum and Dad would be disappointed in you, dating a death eater,” Harry’s voice was cold, his face stone. You stood in shock, staring down at him.
“Harry!” Hermione gasped, her jaw dropping. “That was too far.”
“And you wonder why I chose him over you dear brother,” you felt the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, instantly fighting them down as you smiled at him.
You turned on your heel, coming face to face with Draco. His eyes were murderous as he stared at Harry. You grabbed his hand, stepping past him and attempting to pull him along with you. He stood like a statue where he was, bending down so he was nose to nose with Harry.
“If you ever say something like that to her again, The Dark Lord will be the least of your worries Potter,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom.
“Is that a threat Malfoy?” Harry scoffed, the Gryffindors around them all watching Draco, preparing to step in if needed.
“I don’t make threats, you will not hurt the girl I love. That is fact. If you try to again, I will kill you. That is also a fact. I suggest you remember that and remember it well,” he stood back up, leading you away from everyone. As soon as you stepped foot by the black lake, he was asking if you were okay.
“I love you,” you whispered against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He pressed his lips against the crown of your hair, wrappin ghis arms around your shoulders tightly.
“I love you too.”