Harry Potter Characters X Reader Oneshots

Draco Malfoy X Reader

(You two have graduated Hogwarts)

"HEY, (Y/N)! YOUR BOYFRIEND AND HIS FAMILY ARE HERE!!!" You heard your sister yell. You were currently in your room listening to your music when she hollered. Now you were running down the stairs in a white long-sleeve sweater and a pair of dark-blue jeans. Your sister, who was 18 years older than you and was currently standing by the door with Draco, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, and another women who was in black.

"Draco. Greetings Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, and I'm sorry, um your name please?" You asked with a nervous smile. You were raised by your sister and your parents were dead. Of course you already knew that. Narcissa was quite fond of you from the beginning a little weird but in a good way. Luscious took awhile to see past blood status finally accepted you being a half-blood. There was real emotion between you and Draco, nothing would change that.

"(Y/n) this is my sister, Bellatrix LeStrange." Narcissa finally spoke up, you could tell she was nervous, as her voice shook just a little. Then there was the trio's eyes that held some fear in the three sets. Draco and Narcissa looked the most worried. Draco has told you about his aunt. To you, she was somewhat off and a tad creepy, she looked like she came from a funeral.

Now, the rest of the Malfoys adored you for a reason, you were the only one who knew about the imperious curse, Draco was the one that told you about it. You had proven that they were under with some sort of imperious curse, and once the ministry was able to remove the dark mark, and you filed release papers, they let Luscious go after that fiasco. Narcissa trusted you because you made Draco happy, even though in the end of the war he chose you over his family. Luscious was finally convinced that you loved Draco for Draco and not the money.

"(Y/n) I have to get going, I'll be back by midnight, I trust you're in good hands." Your sister said before she left. The door shut. You smiled, a tad nervous before leading the four into the dining room. Your dining room was a pretty good size with an oak wooden table. A ceiling fan with an electric light that brightens up the room which was painted a light lime green color with pictures of you and your sister. The chairs were also oak wood with an open archway that led to the kitchen.

The kitchen was enchanted. Teapots refilling themselves with tea, however the place would act normal for muggle guests. If the dishes, silverware, and other objects weren't moving it could be mistaken for a muggle kitchen. The cabinets were white that went along an accent dark red wall. The other two walls were white. The hard-wood furnished floor, and lastly the elegant black marble-top counter gave it the warm, yet elegant touch. Only adding to Bellatrix's disliking for you.

On the other side was another open archway that led to the living room. The living room was pretty good sized room as well, with a beige colored 'L' shaped couch with nice comfy cushions a couple of gold throw pillows with red blankets thrown over the arm rests on each end. The living room pretty much a theater with a surround sound system. Along with two black beanbag chairs a glass top coffee table, cream colored walls with white trim and to top it all off with the shaggy-stiff cream carpet.

Draco loved the feeling it gave off. It reminded him of closeness bond yet still held high in dignity. Narcissa also adored it. You loved your house because everyone who usually entered somehow always opened up more. You and your sister, countless times have had loads of compliments. Sure the most best, however if it made you and most others happy you could both cope with that. Even Luscious agreed about a scenery change from time to time. Though he still preferred the manor. He always called that home.

Tonight, however silence filled the room. You were trying to avoid looking at Bellatrix in her dark, crazy eyes. Narcissa and Luscious were looking quite nervous as Bellatrix was staring daggers at you. If looks could kill this would be a look that defiantly would kill. Draco was looking from you to his aunt. He was just as worried as his parents. Of course everyone knew why!