Please Don't Prove 'em Right
Draco Malfoy x Fem!Weasley!Reader
Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s song “Please Please Please”
“I said I’m helping you, not Voldy-tits. If that means we have to go into hiding, so be it. But I love you and I’m not letting you go through this alone.”
Summary: You are Ron’s twin sister, in Gryffindor, and best friends with Harry and Hermione. As a Weasley, you have heard all about the Malfoy’s. But none of that stops you from falling for Draco Malfoy. Slight AU. Smut will happen in later chapters.
This has been written to where they are 18 in the 6th year.
Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Angst, confessions of love, bullying (sort of), mentions of blood, dread, etc.
Malfoy. The first time I heard that name it was followed by a grimace from my father, along with an immediate groan of dislike from my mother.
“What has Lucius Malfoy done now, dear?” My mother asked my father. Knowing that whatever it was, wasn’t good.
“He somehow managed to convince the Chief Warlock and the rest of the Wizengamot that he was under the influence of the Imperius curse while doing He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named’s bidding. That man is pure evil as I’m sure his son will be.”
“And my names’ Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” There that name was again. And I knew from what my parents had said, that name meant no good.
Ron sniggered as Malfoy introduced himself.
“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are.” His eyes stray over to me, his pupils dilating as soon as we make eye contact but quickly shift back to my brother. “My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.” My hand balled up into a fist as he turned back to Harry.
“You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” Malfoy extended his hand out expecting Harry to shake it.
What he didn’t expect, was for my fist to make contact with his nose. And as he sat there crying, saying that ‘his father will hear about this’, I knew my parents were right. The Malfoy’s were no good.
And it seemed the name ‘Malfoy’ would continue to plague me for the rest of my life from that moment forward. Since I made a fool of Malfoy on the first day of school, he decided to make my life a living hell.
“Hey, Carrots. How was your summer?” Malfoy’s arm wraps around my shoulder. “Enjoy staying in that hobbit hole you call a house?” He always seems to find me as soon as I board the train.
“Shove off, Malfoy.” I bring my elbow to collide with his ribs, effectively removing his arm from my shoulder. “I’m actually trying to find my friends. I’m sure that’s a hard concept for you to grasp since nobody likes you.” His face contorts into a look of hurt; probably because of my elbow.
He opens his mouth to say something until he sees my brothers, Fred and George, heading toward us. “Whatever Weasley. You’re not worth my time anyway.” He mutters as he leaves.
“What’d Malfoy want?” Fred asked. He and George joined me as we made our way through the train.
“Do we need to prank him? Maybe turn his precious blond hair pink?” George conspired, grinning at the thought.
“As amusing as that sounds, no. He’s just being a prick as always. I can handle him.” I say as I find Ron, Harry, and Hermione in our compartment. “See you later.” I wave them off and take a seat next to Hermione.
“Malfoy already giving you issues?” Hermione asked, bringing her head from behind her book. “You’d think he would be over what happened our first year.” Shaking her head in disapproval.
“I did punch him in the nose in front of our whole class Hermione. I’d hardly think he would want to be friends after. Not that I want that bloody git as my friend.” I said a grin making its way to my face.
The fifth year is where it changed, where Draco changed. Around my family and friends, he was still a pompous bully and complete arse. But around me, he started to act differently.
He stopped calling me names and bullying me. Instead, he was being nice. He would joke with me, help me with schoolwork and I would help him. We started to build a friendship. A secret friendship, that is.
And eventually, it evolved into more. We were at the library, studying into the night. Everyone had already made their way to the common rooms. Everyone, except us.
“Hey what did you get for number 4 in potions?” I asked looking over my work.
“Uh… hold on, I gotta find it.” He said as he flipped through his papers, moving books and flinging things off the desk. “Here it is.” He shouts yanking the paper from underneath his open ink barrel.
In that instant, the ink went cascading to the floor, leading to a growing stain on the carpet. “Shit!” We both exclaim as we rise in a hurry to clean up the mess.
Instead of being smart and using my wand, I try to gather as much ink in my hands as I can to prevent the spread. “Y/N. Did you forget you’re a witch?” Draco smiled in amusement.
I blush as I realize what I was doing. “Oh, right.” Draco pulls his wand from his pocket and quickly casts ‘scourgify’.
I’m left staring at my now-dyed hands and knees. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Draco says grabbing my elbow to help me.
He leads me to the closest bathroom and quickly turns on the water rubbing at my hands.
“Thanks. I can’t believe I was so stupid.” I say as I look up from the black puddle in the sink. That's when I realize how close we are to each other and so does Draco.
We stare into each other's eyes, the ink long forgotten. It's as if gravity is pulling us closer until our foreheads touch. “Ca… Can I kiss you?” Draco whispers.
I don’t answer and simply bring my lips to his. In that moment everything seems to fade away. My hands meet his face as his arms wrap around my waist, pulling each other closer. Nothing has ever felt so right and so wrong at the same time.
Our foreheads meet again as we pull apart for air. “That was… wow.” I gasp out. “We should do that more often.” I giggle.
His lips meet mine again in a quick peck, leaving me wanting more. “Y/N I need to tell you something.” He says making me worry. “I… I love you.”
I’m shocked. “What?” Not sure I heard him right.
“I love you.” He repeats pulling away to look into my eyes.
“I…” I stop my reply as I notice black ink all over Draco’s face and neck. “Oh my Godric. Draco…” I’m cut off.
“It's okay if you don’t feel the same, I’d understand why you wouldn’t but I just couldn’t hide my feelings anymore. I’ve loved you since the day I met you. I’m so sorry for bullying you while I should have been loving you. Nothing will ever change how I feel for you…” As he speaks, he drags his hand across his face, creating a unibrow and beard to match out of the black ink.
I couldn’t help it, I just started laughing. As I’m struggling to catch my breath I notice the hurt look upon Draco’s face. And that immediately sobers me up.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you Draco. Well… I mean I was but not at what you were saying.” I gesture for him to look in the mirror.
As he does, he realizes what I was laughing at. His laughter cuts through the silence as he looks back at me. “Oh great Salazar Slytherin. I can’t believe I just said all of that looking like this.” His laughter bringing me warmth.
I smile, looking into his eyes. “I love you too,” I confess, bringing his laughter to an end as he realizes what I said.
“You do?” He asks, slightly unbelieving. As I nod my head yes, he closes the distance between us again and brings me into another kiss. This one was different from the last. It seemed to seal our love for each other.
“Don’t worry. He’ll be here in a minute.” Ron said between mouthfuls of jello. I grimaced as he shoveled another mouthful in.
“Will you stop eating?” Hermione said hitting Ron with her book, punctuating each word. “Your best friend is missing.”
“Oi. Turn around, you lunatic.” Ron said gesturing toward the doors.
“He’s covered in blood again.” I hear my sister, Ginny say. I look at the person in question and see blood pouring from his nose. “Why is it he’s always covered in blood?”
“Looks like it’s his own this time,” Ron replies, unsurprised.
“Where have you been?” Hermione asked, concerned.
“Yeah, and what the hell happened to your face?” I asked, my eyes widening. “Looks like you’ve taken a bludger to the face.”
“Later,” Harry says. “What’ve I missed?” He disregards our questions.
“Sorting Hat urged us all to be brave and strong in these troubled times.” Ron starts filling him in. “Easy for it to say, huh? It’s a hat, isn’t it?”
My attention drifts from the conversation to the Slytherin table, searching for the familiar head of blond hair. My eyes connect with his bringing a smile to my face, but he adverts his eyes.
“Very best of evenings to you all.” Dumbledore starts, bringing the hall to silence and my attention to him. “First off, let me introduce the newest member of our staff. Horace Slughorn.” A small applause arises. “Professor Slughorn, I’m happy to say, has agreed to resume his old post as Potions Master. Meanwhile, the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts will be taken by Professor Snape.”
A confused murmur of Snape’s name spread across the hall as the Slytherins applauded their head of house.
“Now, as you know, each and every one of you was searched upon your arrival here tonight. And you have the right to know why.” An eerie feeling had settled over the hall. “Once there was a young man, who, like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle’s corridors, slept under its roof. He seemed to all the world a student like any other. His name? Tom Riddle.”
More murmurs arose at the mention of the name.
“Today, of course, he’s known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I’m reminded of a sobering fact. Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle’s walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon is you.” I notice Dumbledore’s gaze move to Draco.
“Just something to think about. Now, off to bed. Pip-pip.” I rise from my seat on that note, hoping to catch Draco as he leaves.
“That was cheerful,” Ron mutters. I simply nod as I make my way out.
“You guys go ahead. I’ve got to speak with McGonagall.” I say, separating from them in search of Draco.
“Don’t be too late, curfew is soon,” Hermione says heading up the stairs.
I walk away heading to our designated place, the astronomy tower. As I round the corner I see him sitting with his legs dangling off the side, resting his head on the railing.
“Draco,” I whisper as I approach him. Sitting beside him. “How was your summer?” I bring my arm to bump into his side.
“We should break this off.” He mutters, sounding nothing like the Draco I know.
“What? What do you mean?” My smile falls.
“We should break this off. It’s dangerous.” He says, his voice shaking.
“I don’t care. I love you, and nothing will change that.” I bring my hand to reach for his only for him to pull back.
“You shouldn’t. I’m not good for you. I don’t want you to get hurt.” His voice sounds watery. I turn him to face me and see tears trailing down his face.
“Oh, Draco. Tell me what's going on. Somethings wrong, tell me.” I say pulling him into a hug.
As my arms wrap around him, the dam breaks. His body shakes as he cries into my shoulder. I rub my hand up and down his back to calm him. His breathing evens out as he pulls away from me.
“You’ll hate me,” his voice quivers. “I didn’t want this.” Tears pour from his eyes in a steady stream.
“Draco, love, I could never hate you. Tell me what’s going on.” I reassure him. He looks at me reluctantly as he pulls his left sleeve up, revealing the dark mark. I gasp in surprise as I pull his arm toward me. A sense of dread washes over me.
“I promise I didn’t want this. I… I had no other choice. You have to believe me.” His voice pleads as I look into his eyes.
“I believe you,” I whisper bringing him into another hug. “How’d this happen though?” I question. “Your… your dad, he’s… He couldn't have caused this.” I trailed off.
“It's because he’s in Azkaban that I have this. The Dark Lord needed somebody and because my father wasn’t there, he turned to me.” His voice shook as he began to explain. “He threatened to kill my mom and… and you.”
“What? How does he know about me?” Confused and scared, I rose to my feet. “Nobody knows. How could he…”
“Legilimency.” He looked down at his hands in regret and fear. “I didn’t know until it was too late.”
“Well, that means it's too late now. You’re not getting rid of me now. We’ll figure this out. A way to get you free from this. Your mother too.” I say as I pull him to his feet, cupping his face with my hands.
“Y/N, this is dangerous. I don’t want you involved in this.” He grabs my hands and looks pleadingly into my eyes. “Promise me you won’t get involved.”
“I can’t do that, and you know that. We will get this sorted out. Maybe we can tell Dumbledore.”
“No Dumbledore can’t know. My… my mission is to kill him.” I gasp at that.
“Well, we’ll just have to stall as long as we can. I’ll teach you occlumency so you can keep him out of your mind. And we’ll go from there, okay?” I say as I grab his face again.
“If anyone were to find out you’re helping me, you’d be considered a traitor. I can’t let that happen, you would lose your family.” He says in shock that I would offer my help.
“I said I’m helping you, not Voldy-tits. If that means we have to go into hiding, so be it. But I love you and I’m not letting you go through this alone.” I reassure him bringing my lips to his cheek.
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