Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

quidditch world cup || twenty-one

I stopped in front of the Burrow and gazed up at it in awe. It was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic. There was great big chimney on top of the roof; and several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the front yard.

It was different from what I was used to— but in a way that was so adorably simply.

I sucked in a deep breath and approached the front door. My suitcase struggled to wheel across the grass behind me, but before I could raise my fist to knock, the door swung open.

Staring at me was a plump woman with flaming red hair, soft hazels eyes and rosy cheeks which were shaped by her kind smile.

"Y/N!" The woman stepped forward, immediately pulling me into a warm embrace. "Hello, darling! It's so nice to finally meet you!" She said, grabbing my suitcase after we'd pulled apart. "Come on, you're just in time for breakfast!"

"Thank you..." I said, cracking a shy smile. I stepped into the house and was immediately surprised by just how cluttered everything was. There was so much stuff in one place, yet in some way it made it feel incredibly... home-like.

"You came!" I looked up the stairs and saw Ron staring at me with wide-eyes, Harry's poking out from behind. They'd both been watching through the barristers of the stairs.

"I told you she would!" Harry spat.

I scanned their faces, both of which had matured over the summer, but even that couldn't distract me from their hair. To make matters worse, Fred and George came out of the kitchen, French toast in their mouths.

"Y/N!" They both muffled through mouthfuls of food.

"Fred, George." I dipped my head, trying not to laugh. Their hair was even worse. I looked back and forth between the four boys, all of whom looked as though they were dragged backwards through a head. "So, um... this the new hairstyle of the season?"

"Unfortunately," Molly said, pulling my suitcase into the house. "Yet none of them will let me give them a haircut."

Fred and George backed away, shaking their heads. "No hair cut," Fred said.

"Never again," added George.

"Hello!" A new voice cut into the conversation. I turned my head and watched as another Weasley, this one older trudged into the living room. He too had red hair, but unlike Molly had green eyes. "Arthur Weasley," he stuck out a hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you... Y/N?"

"That's me," I wore a soft smile as I shook the man's hand.

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We'd trudged through what felt like a mile of woodland and yet not one of us had a clue as to where we were going. Harry fell in step beside, but turned to face Ron. "Where are we actually going?" He asked.

"Don't know," Ron shrugged. "Hey dad! Where are we going?"

"Haven't the foggiest, keep up!" Arthur called back.

"Well, that was enlightening..." I murmured.

"Arthur! It's about time, son!"

In the distance, a man about the same age as Arthur appeared at the crests edge. There was a massive backpack slinked over his back and he wore thin, metal-framed glasses; similar to Harry's.