I Love You
George Weasley ~ Harry Potter
You are a Malfoy that doesn’t agree with your family’s beliefs and morals.
Requested by: No
Written by: Head Honcho - Zoe
Warning: Battle of Hogwarts
A/N: I should probably take a break from writing Tom Holland imagines… so here. I’ve had this idea for a while now but I haven’t written it for some reason.
Also, I know we knew that the Malfoys didn’t really want to be Death Eaters when it came towards the end of the books, especially Draco it seemed like, but you have a stronger opinion and you always stand up for what you believe in, no matter who it is against.
“Draco!” You hear your father call, breaking the tense silence. “(Y/N)!” He soon calls after. All heads turn to either your brother who is standing on the stairs, or you who is standing with the Golden Trio and part of the Weasley family.
You feel a few familiar gazes go upon you and you just hang your head.
“Draco… (Y/N).” You hear the plea in your father’s voice and the tears start to build up in your eyes.
“Draco, (Y/N).” Your mother’s soft voice call causing your head to slowly come up. “Come.” She commands, you swallow the lump in your throat. You turn your head and look up to be met with a watery pair of dark hazelnut eyes that you always easily get captured in.
The usual happy glimmer in his eyes is replaced with the dull pain of loose. His bright, orange hair that contrast with his bright smiling eyes is gone. In their place takes dusty, dirty hair and defeat.
You only look away when you hear the clack of shoes against the sharp pavement. All eyes follow your brother as he walks past all his peers to join the other side… the side that caused the destruction of their beloved school and the wizarding world.
“Oh, well done, Draco.” Voldemort praises him and wraps his arms around the boy. “Well done.” He lets go of the awkward hug and sends him to your parents.
“(Y/N).” Your mother calls to you, her arm slung around her son’s torso. Your eyes meet her pleading ones. You send her a frown before turning to look back up at George’s eyes. All the emotions from earlier are still there but the fear of loose is emitting the most.
George has already lost a bunch of loved ones during the battle today including his brother. And now he might lose the second most important person to him to the people who took the others away from him.
You start to cry as you turn your gaze back towards your family, especially when you see your brother mouth ‘please’. You just shake your head back and him, responding with a tearful ‘sorry’.
“I love you, George.” You confess, slipping your hand into his rough one.
“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He shakily whispers back, pulling you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you. “I love you so much.” He presses a kiss to your temple while tears flow down his cheeks.
You clutch onto George as you watch your parents give you a disappointed look and your brother gives you a sad one. As much as you love your family, the stuff that they did for the Dark Lord something you could never forgive.
Maybe in the future, you could see yourself reconnecting with Draco but for now, everything is still fresh.