Blackmailed || A Reader x Draco Malfoy Story

One of them

//Hey guys so super sorry! I've been ridiculously busy--also for the beta readers sorry I had a hard time sending messages--so if you catch anything that needs to be edited please let me know hopefully the next few chapters I'll be able to send it

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  "What are you going on about Harry?" I pass through the Slytherin train car to get to Gryffindor's side of the train compartments.
"I tell you when we get to the compartment," He said in a hushed tone constantly looking over his shoulder. I look at Ron in question and he shrugs seeming just as clueless as me. "Have any of you seen Hermione?"
"I haven't seen her since last night I thought you'd see her at breakfast," I answer. "She usually sits with you guys at the table does she not?"
"Usually," Harry hums. "I didn't see her there though."
"I bet it's nothing," Ron said. "Probably off with Ginny or something."
"Probably," Harry said.
"Anyways, I'm in no hurry to find her. Is it just me or is she acting abnormally weird?" Ron asks. "I mean she won't even talk to me and she keeps looking at me like I committed murder."
"Do you honestly have no clue why?" I look back at him.
"I wouldn't be asking if I knew why," Ron furrows his brows. "Why is it obvious?" I laugh and shake my head.
"You'll understand it someday Rona—"I catch a glimpse of a couple in the compartment next to us and stare unconsciously seeing Draco sleeping; his head resting on Pansy's lap as she brushes his hair with her fingers. She smiles down at him but must have noticed me as her head snaps up and our eyes lock for an awkward split second.
"Y/N?" Harry puts a hand on my shoulder, thankfully, helping me tear my eyes away from the scene. I take a deep breath and march on ahead Ron and Harry following me closely behind. We quickly make it into a compartment on the Gryffindor side of the train. "Are you ok? You're a bit pale," Harry's forehead creases with worry.
"I'm fine," I push my bag on the overhead rack and sit back down rubbing my hands nervously together. Ron and Harry exchang confused looks and Ron clears his throat.
"So...What exactly was it that you anxious to talk about mate?" Ron changes the subject looking to Harry. Harry opens the old potions book and sinks into the seat and begins explaining in a very quiet manner a conversation he had overheard on the night of Slughorn's Christmas party. A discussion between Draco and Proffesor Snape... I look out of the window watching the Hogwarts Express chug through the snowy countryside. Unlike most conversations nowadays, I didn't tune out; I listen to every tiny detail of Harry's story patiently staying quiet as he speaks.
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Ron lay on his back opposite of me and Harry who was still leafing through that bloody book. We process everything he had told us in silence. Then Ron finally spoke up, "Unbreakable Vow." He murmurs to himself. "You're sure that's what Snape said?" He looks at Harry for confirmation.
"Positive," Harry peeks over the top of the book. "Why?"
"It's just," He hesitated. "Well, you can't break an Unbreakable Vow." I bit my lip trying to conceal my laughter at that last bit.
"I've worked that much out for myself, funnily enough," Harry looks at him slightly amused but maintaining his serious demeanor.
"No, you don't understand—Oh, bloody hell," Ron grumbles under his breath. Lavender stands outside the compartment door. Fogging the glass with her breath, she etches "Ron + Lav," encircles it with a HEART, mimes "I miss you," and exits with a pout. I twist my face in slight disgust.
"Lovely," I said sarcastically cocking up a brow.
"All she wants to do is snog me." Ron complains. "My lips are getting chapped. Look." He got up moving towards Harry who scooted back keeping distance with the book.
"I'll take your word for it." Harry said just then, Hermione passes by, breaks stride as she spots Lavender's handiwork, and then continues on. Ron shakes his head.
"So," Harry held his breath. "What happens...? If you break an Unbreakable Vow?"
"It's a bit self-explanatory Harry," I point out we all looked at each other as if we knew the answer and it was just waiting to be spoken. Ron glowers, watching as Lavender's heart slowly vanishes.
"You die." Ron said grimly.


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Night time at the Burrow was awfully festive considering the current circumstances that everyone was facing. One might say we're ridiculous for being able to be so carefree at a time like this, but it's the exact opposite. It would be ridiculous not to spend whatever time we have together before the worse begins.
I walk down from the room that I was sharing with Ginny and Hermione after sending an owl to Milli and Adaline who were staying together with the Greengrass's. The whole house glows with a warm light and holiday music rings from the wireless. Fred and George were busy filling cups with steaming nog while Mrs. Weasley and Ginny ferry plates of food. "Oh thank goodness you came down Y/N," Mrs. Weasley smiles brightly though her eyes look worn and tired. "Can you get the pies from the oven they should be about done?" She asks me hurriedly but in her sweet motherly tone.
"Of course," I grab a pair of mitts and got into action taking the mince pies out of the oven and onto a decorative serving platter placing it on the table. Hermione rounds everyone up from their spots around the house and soon the room became jam pack with people. I take my seat with the twins on one side and Hermione on my other side.
"Eat up, eat up, everyone!" Mrs. Weasley said still rushing about cleaning off a few things and tending to things. "There's more to come!" Everyone started serving themselves and passing around the plates of food. I look a few seats down noticing Harry immersed in a conversation with Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and Lupin, who looks haggard. I feel a nudge on my shoulder and notice Fred with his goofy grin.
"Sorry did you say something?" I redden and rub my neck.
He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, but now that I think about it can you pass the chicken?" I took the plate passing it over to Fred. He took a piece and passed it back to me.
Lupin's voice had become a bit louder an audible as he asked in sarcastic disbelief, "Voldemort has chosen Draco Malfoy for a mission?" I clumsily almost dropped the plate understanding what their conversation was about now. Fred quickly reaches over and grabs my wrist stabilizing it to set the plate down steadily in its spot on the table. I shakily withdraw my hand from the plate and tug my sleeve down noticing a bit of the mark accidently revealing itself.
"Are you ok?" Fred asks.
"Peachy," I huff and hook some hair behind my ear, listening to the conversation. Fred shrugs and starts on his chicken.
"Look I know it sounds mad—"Harry started.
"Has it occurred to you, Harry," Remus said tiredly, "that Snape was simply pretending to offer Draco help so that he could find out what he's up to?"
"That's not what it sounded like." Harry said standing firm by his statement.
"Perhaps Harry's right, Remus," Tonks joins in. "To make an Unbreakable Vow, after all—"
"It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore's judgment." Remus said staying calm but raising his voice slightly, those two combined has to be one of the worse combinations, it was slightly frightening. The chatter at the table seemed to grow silent as everyone drew their attention to Remus and Harry. "He trusts Snape. Therefore, I do." Remus finished sternly.
"But Dumbledore can make mistakes." Harry said not giving up. "He's said it himself—"
"You are blinded by hatred," Remus said patience wearing thin.
"I'm not—"
"You are!" Remus snaps. "People are disappearing, Harry. Daily. We can only put our trust in a handful of people. If we start fight amongst ourselves, we're doomed." Silence fell upon the once cozy dining room. Tonks shot Harry a furtive glance, as if to say, "Leave it."


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I sat on an old window sill bench, in the Weasley's living room; it was covered by a knitted quilt with a few loose ends straying from the pattern. I peer out of the ripples on the imperfect window glass, the dim light from the lights in the burrow mingles with the cold glow of the moon on the glass making it reflect like a work of art. On the reeds a bit beyond the burrow, there were scattered subtle movements that couldn't have been caused by the wind. My stomach twists slightly and my forearm started to itch, not the kind of itch like that annoying ticklish itch, but the itch you get when you feel like it's a warning and the serene peacefulness of your surroundings is the calm before the storm. I rub my forearm hissing silently in pain. The floor board creaked and I nearly jump out of my skin. My heart acceleratez and I whip my head in the direction of the noise to see a familiar ginger boy. Fred. He chuckled and shook his head making his messy mop of red hair bounce. "You shouldn't sneak up on people," I frowne recovering from my slight shock.
"I wasn't even trying," Fred walks over and sits in the empty spot on the bench leaning on a plush pillow that had been loved too much over the years. "You looked pretty funny though, imagine if I actually put some effort into surprising you." He grins that famous Weasley grin.
"I'd probably die from a heart attack," I half joke and roll my eyes. "Wouldn't want that to happen now would we?"
"'Course not," He answers smiling then his expression became slightly serious. "So, what were you thinking about?" He asks looking out the window, propping his elbow on the sill and leaning on his hand.
"Nothing really," I shake my head. "Just watching the scenery...It's peaceful." I huffed quietly.
"Mum doesn't find it so peaceful anymore," He laughed a kind of laugh when you its serious but you laugh anyways failing to lighten the mood. "All of us are being watched now," He said grimly. "Mum's too frightened to even leave the house."
"I'd be scared to leave too if I were being watched," I hum in a melancholy tone rubbing my arm still.
"Yeah," He said softly. He tore his gaze from the setting outside the house and looked at me raising his brow questioningly. "What's wrong with your arm?"
"Nothing," I answer quickly, too quickly.
He frowns and scoots closer, "Show me."
"It's nothing I swear," I sit on my hands.
"It isn't nothing," He said sternly. "I could tell. You've been rubbing it even before you noticed I was there."
"Like I sai—wait you were watching me?"
He reddens lightly, "Not the point. Just show me what's wrong."
"No," I said stubbornly. His frown stretched farther across his face and he grabs my arm, just before pulling up my sleeve I noticed a different glow from the corner of my eye and I sprung up yanking my arm out of his grip. I look out the window, "Fred. . ." I gulped nervously.
"What?" He stares at me dumbfounded and follows my gaze, his breath fogging the windowpane as flames snake out of the reeds and slither toward the house. Bellatrix emerges, peering up through the darkness, a mad grin on her face as she shrieks eerily. Fred quickly grabs his wand and we bolt out the door joining Remus, Tonks, and Mrs. And Mr. Weasley outside. Fred and I stand back to back as more death eater's apprate around the burrow. "Stay close," He warns. I hold my wand out defensively and nod. I was terrified; I never used spells to harm someone outside of the Hogwarts dueling club or under supervision in classes. Harry bursts through the front door, wand drawn, pelts toward Bellatrix. She grins, turns, and vanishes into the reeds.
"Harry, no!" I shout after him. Flames race up the porch steps, climb the walls of the house. Lupin draws his wand and races after Harry.
"Remus!" Tonks cried. Ron and George appear and join Mr. Weasley as he dashes toward the smoking marsh. He glances back as Ginny emerges from the house.
"Ginny, stay with your mother!" Mr. Weasley ordered. She stubbornly disregarded her father and ran through a clearing in the circling flames; her copper hair disappearing into the reeds.
"Ginny!" Fred and I yell in unison. I dash after her into the reeds hearing the shouts and cries grow faint as I got farther from the burrow. I careen through the marsh, the reeds flashing by and occasionally whacking me across the cheek. Bellatrix's laughter rings through the area, mocking Harry with taunting words. I continue on into a small clearing, I look around breathing nervously as the reeds rustle.
"Who's there?" I whimper and back up slowly. "Ginny?" The moonlight casted a low light making a black smoke veil visible, I step back farther tripping over a rock in the muddy marsh. A huge figure quivers through the veil of smoke that evaporates revealing Greyback. I gasp loudly and try to get on my feet but my scrambled mind and lack of balance at the moment resulted in failure and muddy pajamas. I back away, kicking up water as I try escaping Greyback who drew slowly closer with a sickening grin showing his glistening sharp teeth. He grows dangerously close and my robe snags on something, I desperately rush to tug the robe off to no avail, he reached out to grab me, his towering figure casting a dark eerie shadow over me. I feel a strong grip on my arm and yelp as I'm lifted to my feet and yanked out of the arm reach of the werewolf. In a quick moment I was being drug through the marsh.
"What part of stay close did you not understand?!" A voice raised in extreme worry.
"I'm sorry," I said just focusing on running gripping onto Fred's arm as if my life depended on it. Seeing as we were followed by black smoke, it sort of did. It was like being chased by shadows and ghosts.
"Harry no it's a trap!" Ginny's frantic voice echoes and Fred stops muttering her name under his breath. There was no longer any smoke behind us and an enraged shriek followed Ginny's warning. Next we saw a bolt of red light explode into a shower of sparks several yards down the marsh.
"No, Ginny," Fred bolts in the direction of the spells being fired and I follow close going as fast as my legs would carry me. We thrash though to the clearing just as Ron, George, Mr. Weasley, and Lupin arrive, Harry and Ginny breathing heavy and everyone exchanges looks not saying anything our body language said enough. Suddenly all the reeds around us smoke and the flames die. Across the marsh, Bellatrix's cackle rises briefly on air—then all is quiet. We run back to the burrow only to see Molly with Tonks and the rest staring at the old home which held so many joyous memories now engulfed in flames. I felt my knees buckle and I land on the ground looking at the house in great grief. The wood creaks and the building starts collapsing from the inside. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I look up to see Fred. "We all need to get out of here it isn't safe anymore." He said his face imbibed with pain. I nod and carefully tried to get up when I tumble back down seeing that I had a terrible gash on my leg. Fred kneels next to me and takes my arm hooking it around his shoulder, not the best idea. My sleeve rolls up just slightly without me knowing it. Fred notices the mark peaking from under my sleeve and takes my arm off his shoulder pushing my sleeve up fully exposing my mark. He backs away in disbelief and stares at me wide eyed. "You're one of them?" His voice cracks slightly.

A/N: DON'T MURDER ME!