Slytherin Boy Imagines

Hidden Bloodlines - Draco Malfoy

Word Count : 670
Warnings : None
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The dungeons of Hogwarts were cold, as always, the flickering greenish light casting long shadows across the stone walls. You sat on one of the plush couches in the Slytherin common room, idly flipping through a book, though your thoughts were far from the words on the page. Draco had been distant lately, and you knew why.

It was only a matter of time before he found out. The truth, the secret you'd kept hidden from him for so long, could no longer be concealed. You weren't just a regular witch from a forgotten pure-blood family. You were Harry Potter's sister—his *secret* sister, hidden away for years to protect you from Voldemort and his followers. And now, with the war looming and tensions rising, the truth was bound to come out.

The door to the common room opened, and Draco walked in, his silver eyes catching yours immediately. He didn't smile, didn't greet you with the usual teasing charm he always reserved just for you. Instead, his gaze was sharp, searching.

"I've heard something interesting today," he began, his voice calm, but you could hear the edge beneath it. "Care to explain why Potter's been talking about a sister no one knew existed?"

You set the book aside, your heart pounding in your chest. There was no running from this. "Draco, I was going to tell you. I swear. I just didn't know how."

"Didn't know how?" His tone sharpened, and he took a step closer, looming over you. "You're Harry Potter's *sister*—and you didn't think I deserved to know that?"

You stood, meeting his eyes, refusing to let him intimidate you. "I didn't know until this year, either. Dumbledore kept it hidden from everyone, even Harry. I'm not some enemy, Draco. I'm still me."

He let out a sharp laugh, running a hand through his pale hair. "Still you? How am I supposed to believe that when you've been lying to me for months?"

"I wasn't lying!" you snapped, taking a step toward him. "I just... I was scared. You know what this means. My brother is the *Chosen One*, the one your family hates. The one *Voldemort* wants dead. And now you know I'm part of that. I didn't want this to change things between us."

Draco's eyes softened for just a moment, but his face was still clouded with uncertainty. "It changes everything," he said, quieter now. "Do you even realize what this means for us? For my family?"

You reached for his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, he let you take it. "Draco, I love you. And I'm still the same person who's been by your side all this time. This doesn't have to change anything—unless you let it."

He was quiet for a long time, just staring at your intertwined hands. When he finally looked up, his voice was quieter, more vulnerable than you'd ever heard it before. "You know what my father would do if he found out."

"I know," you whispered. "But we don't have to let him. We can fight this together, Draco. You don't have to be like him."

For a moment, it seemed like he might pull away, that the weight of his family's legacy would crush any chance of a future for the two of you. But then, with a sigh, he squeezed your hand.

"You really are impossible," he muttered, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Potter's sister..."

You smiled, feeling some of the tension lift. "And still your girlfriend, if you'll have me."

He pulled you closer, his arm sliding around your waist. "I suppose I'll have to," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Just don't expect me to go easy on your brother in Quidditch."

You laughed softly, leaning into him. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Despite the secrets, despite the storm gathering around you both, in that moment, it felt like maybe, just maybe, you could face anything together.