In love with a Blood traitor- Draco Malfoy x Reader- Spin off of 'Blood Traitor'

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Small trigger warning just in case there's a small mention of abuse in this chapter. It is only two sentences long and doesn't go into any graphic detail

It's Christmas. Of course we are having a banquet at the manor, as we always do. Packing my bags I already know that it will be extremely long and tedious. Normally, (Y/N) would be there; however this year, for obvious reasons, she will not. Of course I hate the filthy blood traitor...at least I think I do. After I have packed the  last of my bags, my friends and I go to the great hall so that we can brag to Potter and (Y/N) and anyone else that has to stay for Christmas for any reason. In all honesty however; deep down, I would rather be at Hogwarts. Don't get me wrong, I am incredibly proud to be part of the esteemed house of Malfoy however I am dreading father's reaction when he finds out that I am only third in my year. Especially when he realises that I am behind a mudblood and a blood traitor. Even thinking about it makes me feel sick. I still remember the first time that he hit me, apparently people aren't supposed to remember pain but whenever I think about that day I wince. Ever since that happened I have made sure that I am exactly what my father wanted.
As I enter the common room, I see (Y/N), she's hugging her friends and desperately want to say goodbye but I know that I can't. Instead I decide to brag to her, at least then I have an excuse to talk to her. Smugly, I walk over thinking about what to say. As always, (Y/N) rolls her eyes and glares at me, I can tell that she is disgusted by my presence and in all honesty I can understand why (I would never tell her that though). Once I am stood directly in front of her, I gloat:
'I'll be seeing your parents over Christmas. Oh sorry, they're not your parents anymore are they?'.
To my humiliation (Y/N) quickly responds with:
'Malfoy I've found the major advantage in being disowned. I won't have your ugly mug putting me off my Christmas diner.'
Of course she's never told me about anything that has happened in private, however last year at Christmas I heard them screaming at her and insulting and belittling her, when they didn't know that anyone was listening. Secretly I felt bad but obviously I couldn't tell anyone, if I had they would've joined in. Anyway enough about the blood traitor. I need to get on the train.
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Obviously, the train journey is long. The duration of it is spent talking to my friends of course. Honestly I'm not sure if friends is the correct word but I don't know what else to call them. Nothing particularly eventful happens, not that I thought it would. While we are travelling, I make sure that my Slytherin uniform looks smarter than usual, I need to show everyone that I take extreme pride in my house when I get off the train. As we get closer to Kings Cross Station, I start to think about seeing my mother and father. I can't wait to tell them about everything, especially potions, I'm top of the class in that. Furthermore, I cannot wait to rant about Potter everyone knows that he only gets everything because of who he is! Mother and father are the only people who will understand.
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Finally, the train arrives at Kings Cross. Once I see mother and father I walk over. Hugging my mother and shaking my father's hand, I excitedly tell them all about Hogwarts.
'Stop talking.' My father asserts himself in a seemingly calm and emotionless way 'You can tell us about it when we get back to the manor. A Malfoy can't be seen getting overly emotional in public'. Nodding, I am silent until we arrive back at the manor.
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After excitedly talking about Hogwarts for a while I wait for my parents reactions. Both of them congratulate me on being top in potions. However, only my mother seems genuinely proud. My father keeps bringing up the fact that it's one subject, his rant about a Malfoy being top in every class seems to be endless. When I hear mother shouting to me from upstairs, I am extremely relieved.
'Draco!' She calls, 'You need to go and get ready, our guests will be arriving soon.'
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Looking through my wardrobe, I eventually find my new suit and get changed. It is black as usual, however this suit has green details to represent the fact that I was sorted into Slytherin. Obviously my parents are both extremely proud that their son is in Slytherin and want to show it at every available opportunity. Suddenly, I remember something. While exploring the manor when I was younger I found a pendant with a honey badger on it in the dungeons. Because I didn't want anyone to know I was snooping, I never told my parents. However I did keep the pendant. Before I have time to think about what I am doing I have sent the pendant to (Y/N) as a Christmas gift. Hopefully she won't tell anybody about it. Hearing people arriving, I go downstairs to greet them politely, like an elite gentleman should.
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Sitting in silence at the dinner table, I listen to the adults drone on. They always discuss the same topics at these dinner parties; I am surprised that they are not as bored as I am. Eventually Mrs (L/N) asks me about Hogwarts. I respond in the way that my father instructed me to:
'I am finding Hogwarts rather enjoyable thank you'.
After I have recited these words I put on a pretend smile and wait for the mundane conversation to continue. As I expected (Y/N) is not mentioned. Everyone at that table seems to have erased her from their lives. I guess that's the price that a blood traitor deserves to pay. However one thing keeps weighing me down.
If (Y/N) deserves this then why do I feel so guilty?
Stop thinking like that Draco! You do not need to feel guilty. She betrayed her bloodline! She betrayed the wizarding world! She must be punished!