May The Best Man Win. (Draco x Reader x Harry x Fred) *COMPLETED*

Alternate Ending? pt 1 (i'm bored)

(yo so my story really sucked, don't even try to deny it. I have spelling and grammar errors, errors to the story.... I'm getting really sick of all the comments telling me. Like, I know??? I hadn't read any book past the third when I wrote this story. Anyways, I'm much more educated now and I'm updating this because the ending wasn't even close to as dramatic as I thought it was)

     The pain in your arm had deeply worsened since you'd gotten to the hospital wing. The shock had since worn off, but you felt a new hit of adrenaline coming on. "Draco...... I need to tell you something.." you muttered, afraid of everything and anything that might occur in the next night. or so.  "Yes, princess?" he asked. He was also visibly frightened, but he seemed as if nothing in the world could making him leave you alone, not even a mob of killing Death Eaters. "I... If there's anything I've learned over the past week, it's that if you believe you're about to die, you should tell the people you love the truth." "What are you going on about, love?" he raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with a new kind of fear. "I don't love you. And, to be completely honest, I started dating you in order to get closer to Voldemort...." His face completely fell. He looked sad at first, but his devastated features quickly turned vengeful as he stood from his chair and glared at you. "Are you telling me the truth, Y/N?" he demanded, his blue eyes colder than you've ever seen them while directed at you. "Yes, but Draco, you have to believe me when I say I've fallen for you along the way. I even broke my arm on the way down!" you joked, trying to enlighten the situations. "You just said you didn't love me, L/N, make up your mind!" "I do love you! But not in the way you want me to.... I think..... I think those feelings are taken by someone else." His frown turned into a grimace, his rage-filled eyes now covered in realization. "Weasley...." 

    He stormed out of the room angrily. It seemed that it was possible for something to make him leave you. You feared for what he might do, but you didn't have time. You knew what you needed to do. You put a sling on your arm to keep it in place before grabbing your wand. You made a beeline for the Great Hall, where all the children were being kept for safe measures. Hermione found you immediately. "N/N! The Death Eaters are here, what do we do?" she inquired, her voice just a tad bit panicked. "You calm down. I-" you were cut off by a booming voice taking over the Great Hall. "Y/N........ Malfoy says you're in love with a Weasley, is this true?" Voldemort sounded betrayed, as if you were the only one he'd trusted. "No, I- I never said that! I just told Malfoy I wasn't in love with him and he started making assumptions!" you yelled in return. All eyes in the Great Hall were on you now, and you were sure at least 12 of those eyes belonged to a Weasley. "Come out to me, my pet. Come see your grandfather." Several people gasped, and you swore you saw a tear escape Mrs. Weasley's eye. You sadly looked back at the Weasleys, who all had confused and betrayed looks on their faces. Mrs. Weasley looked as though she were going to faint. I then looked at Hermione, you also looked at me questioningly. And then to Harry, who was standing at the front with a sickly looking McGonnagall. He looked the most upset out of them all. Percy Weasley grabbed his wand and pointed it to me, walking closer defensively. "Go on then, you Death Eater. Get out of here. We don't want you anymore," he snarled. "Percy, lay off, you twat! Can't you see she's as scared as we are?" George asked, moving to stand in front of you protectively, holding his hands out as if to reason with his older brother. "You're just saying that because you're her friend. But don't you see? She's been working against you this whole time! She's Voldemort's granddaughter, for Merlin's sake!" Percy said. Many people cheered in agreement. All but those who knew you too well to want to believe it. "Explain yourself, N/N. Tell him. Tell him you've not been working with Voldemort." You wanted to desperately, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. The only way out was to explain that you'd been a spy for this side, falsely participating in Voldemort's antics, and you were almost certain Voldemort could still hear the conversation. You shook your head sadly and ran out as the whole Hall erupted in fits of rage, sadness and anguish. You went outside to the courtyard where you'd broken your arm, and spotted Malfoy standing next to a tall, grey man you now knew as your grandfather. You whipped out your wand and pointed it at Malfoy hatefully. "Do you know what you've done, you ignoramus?! DO YOU?" you screamed, backing him up into a tree as he stared at the tip of your wand. He looked into your eyes with even more hatred than you could even attempt to muster. "Do you know what you've done?" he asked calmly, his eyes turning sad once more. "You've played with my emotions, made me believe that I stood a chance. You used me, and all so you could get word on what the Dark Lord was doing!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking more and more with every word. "Is this true, my darling granddaughter?" Voldemort asked from behind you. "Of course not!" you lied, "I just have come to realize that I don't like Malfoy as much as he thought I did. He's twisting my words to get revenge for me dumping him. It's teenage drama, granddad, surely you wouldn't understand." He strode closer to me and stroked my hair in a manor that seemed to be lovingly. "Oh, but you see, my child, Draco is under the influence of Veritaserum, and therefore has the inability to lie. Meaning that.... why, it must be you who is being untruthful." He dragged his finger to your chin and brought you to look into his evil eyes. "So tell me the truth, Y/N, or watch as I destroy everything you love." You inhaled deeply. You immediately regretted leaving the Great Hall. We're stronger in numbers, if Voldemort were to find out about you deceiving him, you'd prefer it be while you were with those you love. "You'll attempt and destroy everything anyways," you raised your want and pointed it towards him, quickly shouting, "Petrificus Totalus!" He had had no time to react, and neither had his Death Eaters before you'd had the capability to run back into Hogwarts and back to the Great Hall, where hell was still breaking loose.

     "Everyone, sHUT UP!" you belted, running to stand at the front with Harry and McGonnagall as people yelled at you to get out. "Let me explain myself before we run out of time, please!" "Let her speak," McGonnagall said firmly. You nodded to her in thanks and looked to everyone. "I am Voldemort's granddaughter. But clearly not by choice. I hate him as much as you all do, if not more. I hate him for what he did to all those wizards and muggles 16 years ago, not even beginning to mention what he did to Harry and I, to our families.... I want him out of power, and I want it now. I know we can do it together, if you would all understand that the only reason I was working with him, was to gain information to use against him. Please, you all must trust me." You were more or less begging at this point. Begging for at least one person to be on your side. "I never doubted you," said Fred, walking up and pulling you into a hug by your waist. Instantly, everyone began to agree, coming up with battle strategies and ways to protect the castle. It was minutes before you even thought to let go of Fred. "Freddie?" you asked, looking up to the tall redhead. "Yes, gorgeous?" He asked in return, gazing into your eyes. "If anything goes wrong.... as I predict it will.... I want you to know that I love you too." His clearly stressed expression had diminished, and he smiled as if it were only him and you in the room. He put a hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss full of more passion than had been present 5 years ago in the library, but full of more adoration than you'd thought possible. Everyone cheered, signifying your love for each other as a beacon of hope.