Rebels → F.W

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quick reminder - draco's here! if you love this chap, comment how much you love it!

"I just don't know what to do," Charlotte whispered for what must have been the twentieth time. She and Fred were currently peering through the hole in the kitchen wall at Draco. He wasn't looking their way; he was just staring at some pictures. "I mean, I want to turn him away, because what if he is like Castiel? But at the same time..."
"He's just a boy," Fred finished. "I know." He rested his chin on top of Charlotte's head. "Here's the deal. He goes back to school in two days. We'll keep him till then. I won't let him out of my sight, and we'll just see what happens. Deal?"
"Alright," Charlotte muttered in reply. She couldn't see anything bad happening anyway. They walked out of the kitchen. 
"Draco," Charlotte called. He turned. "Have a seat," she offered, pointing to the sofa. Draco did as asked, and Charlotte sat next to him. Fred sat on the armchair to Draco's side. 
"If you don't-"
"You can stay," Fred interrupted. 
"You just got to stick with him all day. You can sleep in the spare room, and we can take you to King's Cross," Charlotte added. "Have you got your stuff?" 
"Yeah, Mother took me to Diagon Alley a few days ago," he said. 
"Good. Now, Draco," Charlotte started. "I need you to tell me why you're here. If you need help, telling me is the only way you can get it." Draco looked at her. 
"Promise?" 
"Of course." 
"Voldemort's taken over the Manor as his headquarters. Charlotte, he was going to make me get the Dark Mark." All of a sudden, Draco burst out into tears. "Bella got it carved into my arm." He rolled up his arm sleeves, showing indeed a scarred version of a Dark Mark. 
"That's illegal," Charlotte said. "I could get her arrested for that." 
"Please," Draco agreed sullenly. 
"Well, that's that and dinner is ready," Fred shouted suddenly and cheerfully, heading into the kitchen. "In we come!" 

"What if they sent him here as a spy?" Charlotte whispered. They were now in bed, and Charlotte was resting her head on Fred's chest. Since they moved in together, Charlotte had learnt she was a really affectionate person, but only with Fred. She'd freeze whenever anyone else came close. 
"Lottie," Fred groaned, wrapping an arm around her waist. He pressed a kiss into her hair. 
"I know, I know, it's just... I really loved Cas, he would've killed me like I did him. What if I have to do the same with Draco? What if he turns out like Castiel?" 
"We don't know that, Charlotte. I mean, maybe don't trust him, but I'm honestly ready to adopt him as our son. That crazy ass woman..." 
"Wait," Charlotte said, sitting up. 
"What? Are you going to get the swear jar? Because that was for you, not me," Fred replied, confused. 
"No, what if we did adopt him? If his parents loved him... or they wouldn't even have to know." 
"Lottie, darling, I know you're scheme, but lie down; it's ten, you're tired and you've got work tomorrow."
"No, Fred, you're a genius!" 
"Tell that to my mother." 
"Well, let's see what he says but... I think we should." 
"Adopt him? As our son?" Fred thought it over. "Well, I've done crazier." 
"Come on," Charlotte ordered, getting out of bed. She stormed into the other room, and turned on the light. 
"Draco!" she yelled, waking him up with a jump. 
"What? What's wrong?" he muttered sleepily. Fred was standing in the doorway, silently watching as his fiancee sat on the bed. 
"How would you feel if Fred and I wanted to adopt you?" she asked slowly. Draco sat up. 
"Really? You'd- you'd do that? You really would?" he asked. 
"Only if you want to," Fred answered. 
"Well, I- yes! Yes! When can we-?" 
"We can go get the papers tomorrow. They wouldn't have to know," Charlotte told him. 
"Yes! Yes, please! Thank you, both of you! This is brilliant!" 
"Save your excitement for tomorrow, kiddo," Fred suggested. "And get some sleep. It might be a long day tomorrow." 
"Yes, yes. Sure. Thank you so much," Draco repeated. 
"Stop thanking us and sleep," Charlotte said, getting. "We'll wake you up tomorrow."