Only Battle Scars Left (DracoxReader)

Parallels

Word count: 1521
      

       Everyone hopped off of the train and over to their parents. I, however, stayed right outside the train door, waiting for any sign of Ron. Instead, I was greeted by two identical redheads.

"Guess who," I familiar voice said with his hands over my eyes.

"George or Fred. One of those two," I said in a monotone voice.
Fred took his hands off my eyes.

"Fred," Fred said very blankly as if I had taken the fun out of the joke.
Just then, Ron walked out of the train.

"Stop bothering her ya lunatics," he shoved them although the twins barely budged.

"Careful there ickle Ronnie," George teased, playing with Ron's chin.
A slight giggle escaped my mouth.

"Sorry," I quickly caught myself.

"Anyways, nice seeing you (y/n)," Fred winked weirdly.
       The twins began to walk away, not moving their gaze off of me which gave me butterflies that shouldn't have been there.

"Actually," Ron began.
The twins quickly turned all the way around, a devilish smirk growing on their faces.

"(Y/n) is staying with us this Summer," Ron said rather excitedly.
I tight lip smiled and gave a short spanned wave.

"Oh really?" George grinned at his twin.

"Off we go then," Fred beamed and swooped me off of my feet, carrying me bridal style.

"FRED!" I shrieked with laughter.

"Fred! Put her down this instant!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, popping out of nowhere.

"Oh come on Mum, it's all in good fun," explained Fred as he put me down.

"You could drop her! She could get hurt! What will you do when you have the hospital calling and demanding we give 10,000 galleons to help her!"

"Mum—" Ron mumbled, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
           Mrs. Weasley shot Ron a puzzled look until she realized I was standing right in front of her.

"Oh! Hello dear what's your name?" she asked me in a very welcoming tone.

"(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)," I grinned.

"Can she join us this summer at the burrow?" Ron asked.
          Mrs. Weasley grinned ear to ear almost immediately.

"Of course she can!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, "you're always welcome at our home (Y/n)," she said turning to me.

"Finally I can have another daughter for the summer," she said joyfully as we walked off.

"WAIT!" I stopped in my tracks, resembling a car slamming the breaks while going 100 miles per hour.   Everyone stopped behind me. "WE FORGOT GINNY!"

"No worries," Ginny said catching up to us. "I was trailing right behind you."
          A sigh of relief was immersed from Mrs. Weasley. She rubbed Ginny's back and apologized. Ginny however didn't seem to care too much. I thought this could maybe be something that occurs often.

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        I spent the first few days at the burrow checking off days on my calendar until my birthday. I would be 18 in 4 days, July 10th. It felt like just yesterday that I was entering the gates of Hogwarts for the first time at age 11. Like it was just yesterday I met Draco, and Ron, and Harry, and Hermione, and the twins, all for the first time.
I shared a room with Ginny. She offered to sleep on the floor so I could sleep on her bed. As many times as I politely declined the offer, she would playfully push me toward the bed and reassure me that it was okay. "I can go 2 months without a bed," she would say.
I sat on Ginny's bed, sketching as I waited for her to finish brushing her teeth. I looked out of the window, admiring the miles of grass surrounding their home. My gaze was soon interrupted by one of the Weasley boys. Fredrick Weasley. Was I surprised?