Weasley twins X reader- Smut, Fluff and all other good stuff (Requests open)

George X Reader (unspecified gender) (part 1)

Warning: domestic abuse (very shortly and not detailed)

        I cried into my brother, Draco's chest. He just hugged me and rubbed my back.
    "Why do they have to be so cruel!" I cried as I got up from my bed. I threw a jar at the door and it smashed into a hundred thousand pieces. "Why! Why!" I screamed, hoping they heard me, and I was right.
    My father stormed into my room, grabbing me by my arm, hard enough to leave bruises.
   "Listen, you little brat." My father spat, pulling my hair back so I would look at him. "No child of mine shall ever date anybody as lowlife and scummy and a blood-traitor like that Weasley boy. Get over him. I forbid you from ever seeing him, ever. Do I make myself clear." My father bellowed in anger. I just nodded, petrified. This, however made him more angry. "You will speak when you are spoken to." He screamed.
    His hand fell upon my face, knocking me off my feet. His feet kicked into my ribs and his ringed hands colloids with my skin, making me scream out in pain.
    As darkness fell, I checked my wounds in the mirror. I pulled up my shirt to see dark bruises already forming along my back and my ribs. A hand touched my arm and I jumped, not expecting to see my brother. He engulfed me into his arms, pleading for my forgiveness.
    "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm you older brother- I'm meant to protect you. He can't hurt you like that. You shouldn't take it." Draco's soft tone made me miss George even more.
   "I know he hits you too. And mom, too. He is an evil man and I hate him." My voice was so quiet my brother, who was sat directly next to me, barley caught the sentence.
    "Not like that. He has grabbed mom and he has slapped me before but," he paused to look at the purple and green marks that covered my body, "nothing like this. Neither mom, nor I have had bruises." "He uses you as a punching bag. You can't just take it! You can't!" Draco fret. I just sighed and looked down.
    "I- I don't kn-know w-what to d-d-do, Draco. We will never be safe from him. Money can buy him the best of things and they will track me down and get me back. George keeps me safe but not even he can keep me safe from our asshole father." I whispered, not wanting my parents to hear.

Draco's POV:
    I left Y/N/N to sleep in the room, just above mine but I couldn't rest. Thoughts of what I had seen played in my head, making me feel physically sick. I knew there was only one thing I could do and, as much as I hated it, I needed Weasley- all of them. And Potter and Granger, who I know were all there with them.
    I got out my best quill and a new piece of clean parchment and scribbled down my letter, frantically.

'Dear George,
          I know we have never had the best relationship but I seriously need your help. Y/N's life depends on it. I swear this is no joke, nor is it to be taken lightly.
    Y/N is abused and badly by our father. He beat Y/N senseless yesterday and again today. I've watched on for too many years but I can't stand by any longer.
     I'm giving up the Malfoy pride and I'm giving up the stone-cold act but I need you. I need all of your family and Harry and Hermione and I need you to get Y/N. I know you two love each other- Y/N/N never stops talking about you!
Please, I'm asking to put our differences aside to save my little sibling. I can't watch it anymore. Please, if you turkey love Y/N, you would come. I mean it, please. I know that they are desperate.
    I can get you into the manner and get you anything and whatever you need to save Y/N but please, hurry.
     Write me back, and we can arrange details. Please! I'm begging!
         Sincerely,
                           Draco Malfoy.'