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expelliarmusmyass · 4 years ago

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the potter twins, a series

a/u // no voldemort, slytherin!fem!reader

warnings // light cursing, mentions of fighting, anxiety disorder, anxiety attack depiction

series summary // y/n and harry potter are twins where the world doesn't feel wide enough for the both of them.

chapter summary // y/n and harry are forced to have dinner with the malfoys.

a/n // haii peeps so this is officially my first fic and i wanted to let y'all know that it has been very poorly edited so if there are grammar/spelling mistakes, i'm vv sorry !! this chapter was mainly setting up the story for the upcoming chapters so just expect more angst as the fic goes on :)

tag list: @whitewineandpizzapuffs

"okay, i know it looks bad," was all harry could muster out without laughing. "but on the bright side, it could be worse, y/n." he continued. harry had dim-wittedly opened a package from fred and george's joke shop he received in your room without your permission and without taking any proper damage control precautions. y/n liked keeping her room in somewhat of a clean fashion, sure, maybe to some people it looked unclean or a mess as others would put it, but it was a fairly organized mess. you could tell y/n tried.

but harry's idiotic self decided that his twin sister's room was the best place to open a mystery box the weasley twins had sent, the possible factor they might have sent something explosive or colorful completely blowing over his head. harry tore through the brown parcel and opened the box without thinking and explosions of colorful powders and assortments of what might have been fireworks flew out of the box, causing harry to drop it on the wood floor. a loud thud sounded and your head shot up, watching your brother shocked and partially scared expression making you laugh.

but the powders and fireworks flew around your room, knocking everything over and staining your sheets and carpets. after about thirty seconds, it had finally stopped and you let out a relieved sigh.

"heavens, harry, if i still didn't have the trace on me, you'd be blasted out of the side of my wall. help me clean this up right now and maybe i won't dye all of your whites bright pink with a red sock next time i do laundry." y/n said sternly, finally getting up from your bed to face your brother. he laughed quietly and the pair spent the next few minutes picking up what they could , y/n looking rather disappointed when she found a her last batch of laundry covered in pink and blue pigment. harry walked over to y/n's bed and pointed out the green and purple all over her white sheets.

"well, at least now you have an excuse to give to mum when you ask her for those new beddings you've been wanting," harry joked, turning to you to see your reaction. he honestly didn't know if you'd be mad at him for cracking jokes right now or be willing to laugh it off. you chose the latter.

"yeah, i guess you're right." y/n chuckled lightly. nothing important had broken, and you knew the weasley twins wouldn't have put pigment in there to stain anything permanently, so there wasn't a reason to be too mad. plus, y/n always was a fan of jokes and would typically never take them too personally. you were known for being able to take a joke, and you got along with everyone you met easily. it was sort of a knack you had, being naturally good with not only people, but most living things. you did very well in herbology and were exceptionally compatible with creatures of any sort. hagrid trusted you with any creatures he had and you visited frequently to take short trips to the forbidden forest to feed and take care of other animals and such. you sympathized with neglected creatures and were a great second mother to anything you met.

harry started walking towards the door as you both had finished cleaning up what you could, and he quickly turned around to tell you something your parents had sent him to come up to say. "sirius, remus, and peter are coming for dinner and mum and dad told me to tell you to wear something nice. apparently we all started caring about our appearances in front of family we see nearly every day, but mum insisted." harry's eyes were trying extremely hard not to roll to the back of his head, you knowing how much he despised wearing formal clothing.

"are you serious? okay, when she said that, did it sound like she wanted me to wear like, clean jeans, or," you paused while trying to hide the disgusted expression creeping up on you, "a dress?" you finally said, unable to control the sour face your muscles were contracting to make. you hated wearing dresses. something about them just made you hate the way you looked. it didn't feel like you. you begged your parents more often than not whenever you went out to just let you wear anything else, but you almost never won that argument.

harry only let out a sigh through a smile. "they're making me wear a tie. you take a guess." you let out an exasperated groan and dramatically dropped onto your bed. "dad said he would give you five galleons if you did it." you sat up in your spot and darted your eyes to him and shot him a glance as if to say really?? to which he replied with a nod.

"fine," you said after a short moment of thought. "but i'm not going to enjoy it one bit." he gave you a sarcastic smile, walked out your door, gently shutting it on his way out. you turned to scream into your pillow, but it was covered in yellow powder from fred and george's box, and you had just showered, so why ruin that?

you walked over to your closet a few feet from your bed, past the sofa chair your slytherin robes had been thrown on. you were sorted into slytherin in your first year, being separated from harry for the first time in eleven years, insecure about being in the house of mean, vicious people as others had described it. harry was quite shocked at first, but saw your anxiety and got over it as quickly as he could manage. you and harry still did almost everything together in your first year and became close friends with the weasleys and hermione. your parents were immensely proud of their son being sorted into the same house as them, and hardly did anything to cover it up. it sometimes felt as if your whole purpose in life was to be a gryffindor alongside your family, but you were in slytherin no less, feeling like a disappointment to everyone you grew up with. while your parents may not have been as enthusiastic of your sorting, sirius, remus, and peter could not have been more supportive. you felt better about your house after being able to talk to them about it, sirius knowing what it felt like to betray what you thought was your destined life.

you turned to see the pile of unopened letters that were delivered to you this morning by hedwig. you had an owl of your own, with dark brown, almost black feathers, currently unnamed, that you found in an alley with part of his wing severed and you took him home to help him, your father scared and mother quite proud of your instinct to take care of a harmed animal. he eventually took a liking to you, and your brother for that matter, and became your owl after that. he was still working on his flying skills, but he had improved massively all things considered. you looked back at the untapped letters and immediately promised yourself you would open them in the morning.

you snapped out of whatever trance you were in and kept walking to your closet, now only five steps away and opened it, looking for a dress to wear. your mother always urged you to keep your eye out for dresses, since she knew you would never voluntarily buy one, she always made sure you told her which ones you liked so she wouldn't get you something you didn't. she was the one that always brought home dresses in your size and ones you liked so that wearing them wasn't as bad as it already was. you settled on a slip dress patterned with constellations that went just to your knees. this was probably the one you liked the best. it hugged you in all the right places and you thought you didn't look that bad in it. you slipped on some black, worn converse so at least something wasn't uncomfortable the whole night. if you couldn't control the dress, at least you could control the shoes.

you faced your mirror, brushing out your hair that had been up in an effortless bun all day, and put in some earring your father had gifted to you for your birthday last year. you took a deep breath and finally worked up the nerve to walk out your door to the new, talking voices in your house you could only guess were your guests. as soon as you saw your uncles, you immediately felt relieved and rushed down the stairs to greet them. you pushed past harry, ignoring his annoyed comments along the lines of "you really don't have to push" or "that hurt and you know it, y/n," you honestly weren't paying attention enough and were to busy hugging the three men that had walked through the door.

"there's my favorite gryffindor and slytherin" remus said, after hugging the two of you. both your father and sirius shot him dramatic looks of shock and offense, surely they were remus's favorite gryffindor's, but remus shooed them away and gave them you two are really doing this right now? looks. you and harry laughed, while your mother had to hold back your father from slapping remus right across the face. you noticed sirius, remus, and peter as well as your father were all wearing suits of different colors, remus in a maroon one, sirius in a pinstripe black one, your father in a deep, navy blue one and peter in a flattering dark green suit. your mother wore a beautiful navy dress to match your father, and you finally couldn't keep it in any longer.

"will someone please explain to me why everyone is wearing nice clothes? last time i checked, i was allowed to wear sweatpants while enjoying dinner in the comfort of my own home." you said, confused, and very over your dress after being in it maybe five minutes. harry agreed with you and turned to your mother, a questioning look in his eyes.

peter gave your parents a concerned look. "james, lily? you seriously haven't told them yet?"

"told us what, exactly?" harry said through raised eyebrows, turning to my father.

lily finally worked up the courage to say something since apparently your father couldn't. "y/n, harry, we're not eating at home." you looked at them, unsatisfied with the answer your mother had just given you.

"so, what, we're getting food at a restaurant, i still don't see why you want me to wear a dress and harry a tie." you questioned, still gravely confused.

sirius stiffened a little, and after a while, finally said, "james, if you won't tell them, i will."

"tell us what, dad?" harry asked.

james stiffened and let out an exasperated sigh. "okay, uh, here we go." he seemed the most uncomfortable he'd ever been until lily grabbed his hand to let him know he wasn't alone and she was right there. he looked over at her calm face and instantly relaxed. "we're having dinner with some people at the ministry."

harry still wasn't fully convinced that was all it was. "if we're just having dinner with some people at the ministry, why is peter looking like he might piss himself from pure fear?" you turned to take a quick glance over at peter, who was aggressively trying to hide his shaking, thin body. james finally gave up trying to ease his children into what he was about to say.

"the malfoy's. we are having dinner at the malfoy's." both harry and y/n started shouting protests, most in between the categories of "WHAT IN MERLINS NAME ARE YOU THINKING YOU MUST BE BLOODY JOKING" and "I REFUSE TO GO YOU CANNOT MAKE ME DO THIS", with the occasional "YOU MUST BE NEW HERE".

lily finally snapped and sternly said, "i don't want to hear anything else out of the two of you. i raised you to be better than this. you can and will be better than this."

the next thing you and harry knew, you were standing outside the malfoy manor, the breeze barely blowing in the mid july air. your parents and co. were a few feet in front of you, waiting for the door to open up to let them inside the dark house. you and harry quickly looked over with each other and had a two second conversation with your eyes. wonder twin power, as dad called it.

harry did nothing to hide his annoyance. we are not doing this, y/n.

you looked back at him, begging for him to show some sign of maturity. you were going into your fourth year, after all. come on harry, i don't want to do this any more than you do.

great! i don't see the issue here.

look at them, harry. they want us to try. can we just try?

no. not with malfoy. come on, y/n it's malfoy, for merlin's sake.

harry, stop being a baby. if you can't be the bigger person here, at least pretend like you're not going to strangle him when we walk into that door.

harry finally dropped it, and nodded, letting you know he wouldn't drop kick malfoy. at least immediately.

the ten foot oak door opened wide with narcissa and lucious malfoy there to welcome the guests into their house. draco walked into the room, the most unenthusiastic smile plastered across his face as he eyed you and your brother. he looked at you with less hatred than he did your brother. you had to take a step in front of harry to stop him from launching himself at the blonde haired twig, and grabbed his hand without thinking. he looked back at you confused, but found his sister's hand in his calming and comforting. he relaxed a small bit after that, but kept his guard up in case the family of rats decided to pull anything with his family, especially his sister.

"hello, draco." you said after a minute of silence between the three of you, the adults still involved in meaningless conversation.

he replied only with an obnoxiously fake smile, and turned to your brother, who was still clutching your hand.

"you know, potter's, my parents say this dinner is going to be the joining of the two of our families. wouldn't be a bad idea. your parents certainly need the help." harry was about the jump on the tall boy and let go of your hand but you refused to get in trouble this early into the night and grabbed his wrist, making him turn to face you.

"hey," you muttered under your breath only loud enough for him to hear, "calm down. you can do this." you rethought what you had just said. "okay, just, give it a minute." he relaxed his tense shoulders and looked back at draco with a convincing, small smile.

"thanks for the insight, malfoy." harry dryly responded.

draco returned him that stupid smirk he always had. merlin, he annoyed harry. "i'm just saying, your parents could work so high up in the ministry if they had the help of mine. the money you'd make. surely, neither of you haven't seen more than a hundred galleons at a time." draco laughed at his own rude, ignorant joke while harry waited for you to loosen your grip on his wrist and prepared to tackle draco with his entire body weight behind him. this time, you had to get across to your brother in a harsher way or the both of you would end up grounded for two weeks.

"harry! stop it!" you pleaded loud enough for draco to hear. sometimes, you hated draco so much and you would love nothing more than to see your brother beat the living shit out of him, but you knew there was no way you would hear the end of it from your mother if you let harry hurt someone.

harry pulled you away from the blonde git, still giggling like a four-year-old at his own stupid joke, and stood in front of you, forcing his hands out of yours. "why can't i hit him? just one, really, really good one? not one? once, okay?" you looked at him angrily.

"come on, harry. at least wait until you have a justifiable reason to hit him." he looked at you, convinced you were rethinking the words you just said after the conversation you just had. "okay, you know what i meant. please promise me you'll at least try to act like someone with half a brain and don't go jumping stupid blondes who just don't have it in them to shut their mouths." harry wanted to roll his eyes at your insistence of not beating up the one person he thought you two could not stand, but he laughed at your snide comment. he liked having a funny sister.

he took a deep breath and you both entered the dining room where the adults and draco were gathering to sit around a deep brown, wood table. you watched as the seats filled up and, against your will, you sat in between harry and draco, in some attempt to separate them. lucius sat at the head of the table, your father on the opposite head, harry on his left and your mother on his right. you sat next to harry and draco directly to your left and his mother beside him. remus, sirius, and peter all sat across from you, sirius directly next to lucious (protective measures, you thought) and remus next to lily. peter looked utterly terrified, but felt safer in between two very capable wizards. a plate of salad was placed cleanly and neatly in front of every guest, but no one seem inclined to eat right away. finally, your mum took a bite of a salad, eyes widening slightly as she went in for another bite.

"this salad is delicious, narcissa." narcissa nodded her head in thanks and tasted it herself. sirius and remus started to help themselves to their plate, clearly hungry but not wanting to be rude. draco didn't touch anything, nor did harry, still eyeing draco, making sure he didn't do anything to his sister, sitting quite literally six inches away from him. you ate your food quietly, nodding along with the boring conversation about ministry business and such. you continued dinner, unable to stand the dreadful conversation that seemed to engulf the adults around you. you stole some quick glances from a clearly uninterested draco, and found yourself being able to have your eye conversations with harry most of the night. it kept harry from having to think of thirty different ways to murder malfoy and make it seem like an accident. although it didn't mean you couldn't.

dinner dragged on, and you had finally mustered up the courage to ask where the nearest bathroom was. you got up from the table and walked down the hall to the extravagant bathroom that had no business being as expensive as it seemed.

as you made your way back, you discovered everyone had gotten up from the table and moved into the sitting room a few doors away.

you saw a pair of glass doors leading outside to a beautiful garden you couldn't help but want to sit in. you need the peace and the quiet. this was a lot.

there were many things in the world you liked doing. at the top of the list, it might be something along the lines of making people laugh, playing quidditch with your family and uncles, making friends with both people and magical creatures. but the first thing on that list, the one thing you loved most in the world, was sitting alone and observing. you felt the most yourself when you didn't have to say or do anything for anyone. after a while, you would get exhausted being around too many people, and being the only one in your family to have clinical anxiety wasn't helpful. harry didn't really understand why you felt so nervous to do so many ordinary, every day things, but he supported you anyway and taught himself how to be helpful should an anxiety attack present itself. your mother and father on the other hand, felt guilty, thinking that your anxiety was something that was their fault. you tried for years to explain to them that it was nothing they did and they pretended to understand, but were terrible at hiding it and you and harry both knew they were lying every time you told them not to worry and they replied with "i know's" and "we wont's." being alone allowed you to let go of everything that seemed to bother you, even for a short second. it was nice. freeing, almost.

you pushed open the glass doors, not forgetting to shut them gently and completely, and made your way through a knee high maze of flower beds and magical plants. the sun had just begun to set, the sky a piercing orange with scattered streaks of red, not a cloud in sight. it's perfect, you thought to yourself. absolutely perfect. there was something about a cloudless sky that made your heart melt. you walked through the fairly large maze, recognizing a handful of plants and not hesitating to tend to plants in need of weeding. you heard a few footsteps from behind as you were weeding a bed of flowers, your hands covered in dirt and soot, a pile of weeds you picked to your right.

harry crouched down beside you, watching sweat dripping down the side of your forehead, heavily concentrated on getting rid of the numerous weeds growing all over this beautiful garden. harry couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"y/n, really? now you're weeding their garden?" harry mocked.

you turned to face him, drops of sweat trickling down your cheeks now. "shut it." you said, amused. you stood up and both you and harry made your way over to a fountain a few steps from where you two had just been. you rinsed your hands and splashed your face, harry leaning against the fountain, looking off into the direction of the sun. he finally understood why you liked going outside as the sun set so much, it really was beautiful.

"what'd i miss inside? i got a bit carried away weeding out here, it's just calm today. needed to get away and get my mind away from whatever that train wreck was." harry dissolved into giggles at your taunting remark.

"you didn't miss anything worth watching. just malfoy being an ass. i am lucky i have you to restrain me from smacking the guy right atop the head every time i see him. although i can't blame him completely, have you met lucius?" you liked when harry made jokes. he was funny when he wanted to be. usually it would be you making the rude comment and harry being the one to laugh, but today, harry was different. he seemed easier to talk to today. harry was always naturally more kept to himself, and you the more outgoing type. you brought out the best in each other. he didn't feel as distant today. it was nice. you leaned back against the stone fountain and looked back towards the malfoy manor. it looked gorgeous in the scarlet light beaming from the sun, and you noticed the reflections of yellow and white off the windows.

harry noticed you distracted expression and "you know, i finally realized why you like coming outside as much as you do. it's peaceful here. something nice about a cloudless day." that caught your attention and your head whipped around to face him.

"what did you say?" you asked, trying to hold back your complete shock and partial excitement.

harry met your eyes and then looked back at the sky. "what, about the clouds? i don't know, i see so many clouds all the time, something about seeing a beautiful sky without any clouds kind of, i don't know, makes me feel...good. in a way. i guess. i don't know, you're the twin that got the better vocabulary." it meant the world to you that harry said that. you didn't know why, it just felt like you weren't alone, in some weird way. you smiled at your brother.

"how are you holding up, harry? must be hard, having to contain yourself the entire dinner without using your salad fork to commit first degree murder," you joked, standing upright, moving your body from off the stone fountain. you noticed the carefully carved floral patterns and depictions of all sorts of animals and plants.

he only chuckled at your question, shifting his body weight, his side now leaning against the fountain and facing you. "i'm not going to lie, it's been hard. he was right there, and after a while, i had to distract myself from throwing myself over the table and putting my fork in his eye." he said through a grin. i gave him a sarcastic look and lowered my head before asking a question.

"what do you think they're talking about? i mean, it's odd how mum and dad are willingly having dinner and being, well, friendly, with the malfoy's. i don't like it. peter looks horrified, i don't know how well he's doing, and remus and sirius look like they might hurt someone who looks at them wrong. i don't know, it's just... weird." you said, kicking a few rocks that were at your feet. harry didn't exactly know how to respond.

"i don't know," he said after a minute of thought, "but i bet they're being smart. i trust mum and dad, at least enough to be confident in their decisions." harry always knew what to say when he saw you anxious. it wasn't super obvious right now, but he'd spent almost fourteen years with you and could read you like an open book. he knew you would start getting lost in your own thoughts if he didn't say anything and he knew how bad it could get. he decided to stop it while he was ahead and try to do what he could in advance.

you liked when he tried to get your mind off of getting lost in your own thoughts. he was pretty good at it, and even when he didn't say exactly what you needed, you knew he only wanted to help. your brother was kind and thoughtful when he wanted to be.

"thanks harry." you nodded and harry walked off to rejoin his mother in the sitting room. you went back to weeding as it was nice for you to do something familiar. you felt a pretense behind you that you knew wasn't harry and your face became bright red.

"are you weeding my garden?" draco said confused from behind you. you sprung up, and turned around, trying your best to conceal the fact your dirt-ridden hands were slightly shaking and sweat dripped down the side of your face for the second time today. you and draco shared the same house and most of your classes, and for whatever strange, odd reason became good friends, bonding over the fact you felt like you disappointed your parents at times. he was, to your complete and utter surprise, a good person to talk to and joke about your problems when you felt your family wouldn't be able to understand. but you took the liberty of convincing draco to keep your friendship a secret, not wanting bad blood between your families because of draco's and harry's petty feud. you felt you two hid your friendship well, him tossing the occasional harmless insult your way in public and you always having a response at the ready. you two would laugh about it later in the common rooms when no one was there, or sometimes you would joke and write fake letters to each other, pretending you were relatives or friends from back home as to not look too sketchy in front of others.

it really started first year when draco found you in moaning myrtle's bathroom first year, the first week of school, when you had finally been able to get away from everyone while they were at dinner and be alone with your own thoughts.

your anxiety was through the roof. you hated being in slytherin, dirty looks from other house as you wore your green tie walking around with harry and his red one. everyone knew you two, your parents were quidditch legends and went on to work great positions in the ministry. everyone knew what house they were sorted in. you didn't care much until your second day when other students started asking you how it felt to disgrace your family name by being slytherin. it hurt you, the pressure of feeling like you would never be able to live up to your family's expectations of you. your brother was perfect, a golden boy as of the first day in your parents eyes. you felt like you had to work harder to even match harry and his effortless greatness.

you were in the courtyard, sitting with harry and ron, discussing potions class that had ended just fifteen minutes ago.

"i mean, seriously, what is up with that snape?! why would he become a teacher if he seemingly hates children so much?!" ron cried, the confusion most clearly showing in his voice. harry bellowed with laughter and you chuckled convincingly enough as to not draw attention to your shaking hands and racing heart. you let your hair fall in front of your face as you told the two boys you needed to go to the bathroom, neither of them noticing your flushed face as you sprinted across the halls and down to steps to the bathroom you knew you wouldn't be interrupted in.

you flung open the door, running across the dim lit and stone washroom with your heart leaping out of your chest, your air seemingly escaping your lungs with every breath you took. you couldn't stand being alone when you were forced to face your own anxiety, but you couldn't bring yourself to drag your brother into this one. your back against the cold wall, slowly sliding down until you were slumping on the floor, you let the tears stream down your face, allowing yourself to be feel the anxiety that had been in building up inside you for hours.

as the minutes passed by, your breathing got worse and your shaking intensified, causing you to fall onto your side, not enough strength in you to pick yourself up. you laid there for a moment, finding the floor comforting, but you heard footsteps just outside the bathroom and instantly attempted to hide the mess you had just become. you were unsuccessful.

"y/n? y/n potter?" draco malfoy said, shocked at the state you were in. he didn't have a clue what to do; should he try and help you?

"hi," you said weakly. "draco, right?" draco looked back at you, unfamiliar with the idea of being called by his first name rather than his last. he wasn't used to hearing his first name without his last name following it, let alone by itself and by someone in his own year. he quickly pushed the idea to the back of his brain.

"yeah," he replied, confusion visibly plastered on his face. he had no idea how to react to any part of this situation. after a short beat, he finally worked up the nerve to suggest the only idea that came to his head. "do you want me to get your brother?"

"no!" you exclaimed, draco slightly taken aback.

"okay, i won't, merlin." draco said, more sarcastically than promisingly. you wiped away the tears you could and did your best to hide the obvious shaking in your shoulders and legs.

you looked at the gel-haired blonde with puffy eyes and sighed. "i'm sorry if i said that more alarmingly than needed. i didn't meant to scare you or offend you. i just get anxious and had a bit of an episode, and sometimes i'm easy to anger during them, but i promise i'm nice otherwise." you took a deep breath. "it's just, everyone knows my parents and knows they were gryffindor's and i feel like such a failure when they have this amazing, perfect, gryffindor son and then a slytherin daughter. do you have any idea what that feels like?" you looked at him, and widened your eyes. "sorry. i know you don't care." you looked away, embarrassed. what you didn't know was that he knew exactly what it felt like to be a disappointment to people you looked up to. he sympathized with you.

draco stared at you and the only thing he could think of to do in the moment was something y/n wasn't prepared to hear.

"i can stay here. with you. if you'd like." he was even surprised at the sentence that formed in his mouth. you looked at him, not convinced he wasn't joking, but nodded anyway. he put his arm around you awkwardly, but instantly relaxed as he felt your shaking come to a slow stop. from that moment on, you knew you had someone who could understand what you felt when you thought no one else did. you came to each other about your parents and became each other's best friend in the next three years, cleverly hiding your friendship in any measure necessary. you thought it was fun, but always hated the fact you hid something so important to you from one of the people you were closest to: harry.

"y/n?" draco repeated, forcing you to snap back to reality. you hadn't realized you had been standing in front of draco lost in thought not saying a word.

"sorry," you replied, "zoned out." draco only laughed.

"okay, y/n." he turned to look down at the pile of weeds by your side. "having fun, at least? you know, with all your...weeding?"

you looked back at him with a half-hearted smile. "shut it." you only said, turning back to your weeding as not to arise any suspicions of your close bond.

"alright then," he continued anyway, his head now looking up towards the piercing scarlet sky, never really taking in the beautiful view until you had pointed it out to him while you two were in the common room one night at hogwarts. you told draco that the skies are always the most eye-catching at sunset and not to let anyone tell him different. he liked to argue it was at the sunrise, but he knew you were right. "do you think harry suspects anything?" he asked hushed, a sliver of worry in his voice.

you let go of trying to be subtle and stood up facing him. "let me tell you from the girl who has to share his dna, for a very bright guy, harry is stupid when it comes to noticing his own surroundings. he's clueless. not just to us, but to everything. he's always off in his own world, oblivious to everything around him, so we shouldn't worry about him finding out unless someone sees us together and finds a way to make it into every day conversation. are we good now?" you responded, trying your best to convince your dear friend your twin brother was as dull as you knew he was. draco's pouted lips curled into a smile as he still faced the setting sun in the distance. you rolled your eyes at your idiotic best friend and leaned against the stone fountain you were talking to harry at just moments prior.

"yeah. we're good. i'm glad i have an over thinker like you for a friend. if i didn't, i'm convinced our allyship would have been outed by now," draco laughed to himself. "but you're a cunning slytherin, y/n." you turned to look at him, eyes narrowing as he looked at you with a look you knew he meant.

your hair blew in the gentle breeze again, the july evening finally creeping up on you as you rinsed your hands yet again in the fountain. "are you done?" you said after a moment, looking back at draco with a sarcastic smirk. he tried his best not to look amused by your comment, but couldn't hide his emitting snicker.

"no, no, please continue with your sappy and cheesy and other food related adjectives to describe your gratefulness for our friendship, i want to hear it, draco. it really interests me, i find it fundamental for my survival." you joked. he elbowed you in the shoulder, you pushing him back, and after a moment, you heard angry footsteps behind you.

"don't touch my sister, malfoy." harry said, no desperate measures taken to hide his rage. you eyed him angrily, the obvious displeasure on your expression as you two had another one of you split second eye conversations.

did he hurt you?

i'm fine, harry. let it go.

no. he's not allowed to touch you. you're my sister.

harry, get off your high horse. i can take care of myself. he didn't do anything and i would have asked for you if i needed you. i can make my own decisions, and i trust you to be confident in mine the way i support yours. are we understood?

harry's eyes burned into yours, but you had played this game before. you glared at him, and he finally dropped his gaze from you and turned back to malfoy.

"you stay away from her, malfoy, you hear me?" harry bellowed, bitterness riddled within his words.

draco opened his mouth to say the million rude things that had popped into his head but you turned your head to him, your lips scowled and eyes pleading for him to just drop it. he read your face and sacrificed his moment to tell your brother off, leaving him with a glower and a slow walk in direction towards the house.

after draco was out of earshot, harry turned to you, concern building in his eyes.

"are you okay? did he hurt you?"

you pulled away from your overprotective brother. "i'm fine harry, no need for your distress. he wasn't doing anything, were just joking around. he's not that bad if you actually get to talk to him for once, harry."

harry only let out a contemptuous laugh as his head wrapped around the thought of draco malfoy being able to hold a conversation without smacking him atop the head. "y/n, you must be joking." you rethought what you had just said and dropped it.

"harry, can we just ask mum and dad to go back home now? i'm tired and i'm going to start saying things i don't mean if i stay at this house for a minute longer." you said, trying to reason with your more than aggravated brother. he nodded, putting a hand behind your back as you both made you way back to the manor. harry was officially done with his act of being polite for the night. he couldn't stand draco malfoy and hated him even more after he witnessed him talk to his sister.

you and the rest of your party bid your goodbyes to the rest of the malfoy family and were home sooner than you thought. you took off your uncomfortable dress and showered, changed into sweats, and flipped onto your bed all in what felt like one swift movement. it felt good, being in the comfort of your room, something familiar and constant in your life. this night turned into something you wouldn't want to relive again. you were tired and your last thought before you drifted off the sleep were of how good your soft pajamas felt on your skin, completely ignoring the pigment from hours ago that still stained your pillow cases.

you were awoken by a loud noise outside your window as you shot up to find an owl fluttering against the window pane. what in the world- you thought to yourself as you opened the window to let in the owl and let it rest. you untied the letter from the owls leg and check to see who the letter was from. from aunt pamela the cover of the letter read. you knew who it was from instantly: draco. he often used this ploy when he wrote letters to you and wanted to keep it disguised. you tore through the top of the letter and began to read what it had said-

"my dearest y/n,

i hope this letter finds you in good health as my owl is quite fearless and will not hesitate to fly through a storm or rough wind of some sort.

the last time i saw you, i believe we were interrupted during our last conversation. i was in the middle of telling you all the sappy and cheesy and other food related adjectives to describe my gratefulness for our friendship, more relationship as i am most definitely your aunt.

but returning to our conversation, i really do love having you as a friend niece. it's nice to have someone i can talk to that knows exactly how i feel.

i hope to see you again soon before your classes restart. i would like to discuss your upcoming year before you're off. in private, preferably, we don't want anyone like your brother listening in on our talk.

i'll see you soon.

aunt pamela"

you tried to keep in your laughter. so much for subtlety on draco's end. you found a quill and ink and some loose parchment and began to write him back, completely ignoring your insistence on hiding your friendship.

"draco,

your letter was stupid and you could have done better. i expect more from you, malfoy. so much for subtlety.

i'm joking. although i will admit you do need some work when it comes to being vague.

to answer your question, i would like to see you at least one more time before the school year begins, possibly to discuss upcoming events. i heard the ministry is conducting some sort of big event this year that involves the participation of other schools. i wonder what that's all about.

anyway, maybe we can go for tea one day. write back soon.

love,

your dearest y/n"

after you felt confident in the owl's ability to travel safely back to malfoy manor, you knotted the letter to its leg and quietly opened your window to let it out. the next day, you and your family were visiting hogsmeade and diagon alley with your uncles again. you looked forward to it, saving some money to visit some shops you missed. you turned your lamp back off and fell sound asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. tomorrow would be a good day.

at least, you hoped.

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