[Being Rewritten] Fred Weasley X Slytherin Reader

2. The Manor

       You and Bellatrix arrive at the Manor and land in the foyer. The Manor has a more gloomy mood than you remembered. Everything seemed duller, and you felt compelled to make as little noise as possible.

       "I'm going to find Draco. The Dark Lord doesn't need me yet, right?"

       "He most likely does, but I'll let him know. You and Draco can reunite. If he wants you immediately, I'll have a house elf get you. He's in his room. He always is."

         You nod then turn on your heel, running up the stairs to get there. You knock twice then walk in.

         Draco is laying on his king-sized bed. His left arm is sprawled across the rest of his bed and his right arm is covering his eyes. He's laying on his back; He's laying in a line other than his arms and his right leg, which is bent so that his right foot is by his left knee.

         You tiptoe to the other side of the bed and crawl in. You lay next to him and put your head on his bare chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. It seemed like the only constant thing in either of your lives at that moment. You hear him shuffle a bit, moving his arm off his eyes and turning his head to see your y/hc hair. He wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you a little closer.

         "What are you doing here, y/n?" His voice is deep and slightly raspy, him just waking up and all.

         "Voldemort-" He flinches slightly. "wanted to see me, that and I am a part of this, too. Remember?"

         "I do. I just forget. I want to forget I'm apart of it. I wish neither of us was." You nod. You take your left hand and hold his, your palm against the back of his hand. He leans down and kisses the top of your head, then rolls to face you. "You tired?" You shrug.

         "Tired of everything going on." You sit up and he rolls so his head is in your lap. "I got a boyfriend," you say, changing the subject to something less depressing.

         "Did the Weasley twin finally ask you?" He opens his eyes.

         "Something of the sort." You see he's looking at you. "Chose your eyes! I look bad at this angle!"

         "You look bad at every angle, y/nn," he teases with a laugh. The first time you've heard him laugh in months.

         "Shut up, Draco." You start running your fingers through his already messy hair. "Go back to bed. I should probably see what the Dark Lord wants, but I'll be back up and we can take a nap together."

         "Okay," He mumbles. He turns to lay down again and you slip out of his room and go back downstairs to meet Voldemort in the Dining room.

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         "Y/n," he greets you. "How are you, this evening,"

         "I'm fine, My Lord. And yourself?" You ask as you stand near the door.

         "I'm quite alright." He pets Nagini as she slithers over the table. "Have a seat."

         You walk over and sit down, and Nagini begins sliding over you and your chair. "I haven't spoken to my parents since they ran if you were wondering, My Lord."

         He nods. "I was curious, but I figured as much. I did, however, have a request of you."

         "Yes?"

         "I'd like for you to get your Dark Mark."

         You sit forward. "What about being undercover. If people see it, surely-"

         "You don't need to go back next year. You and Draco will stay here and, if you wish, continue your studies here."

         "Okay," you say hesitantly. "Am I getting my mark now, then? Or are we doing it another time." You knew what would happen if you resisted.

         He nods and pulls out his wand. You hold out your left forearm. He points his wand at your arm and whispers the words. You feel your arm tingle as if it was falling asleep before it begins burning. It feels like the burn you feel when you leave ice on for too long. He moves his wand away and you see the mark on your arm and you resist the urge to scream.

         "You're free to go. I'm sure you're tired."

         "Thank you." You stand up and go back to Draco's room. You stifle a sob and Draco turns onto his side.

         "Y/n?" He opens his eyes and sees you in front of him. You're holding your arm against you. "What happened?" He scoots over in the bed and pulls back the covers. You slide in and he sees your arm. "Is that?"

         At this point, tears are threatening to spill over. "I couldn't say no. Being on this side is the only thing protecting my parents and everyone else I care about."

         "It's okay. You know I'm in the same situation. You know I won't judge you for it, for anything."

         "I know, but everyone's going to hate me and I don't know what to do." And now you start hyperventilating at the thought of what will happen when they find out.

         Fred would break up with you, George would avoid you. Ron wouldn't be able to look you in the eyes. Ginny would look at you with a combination of confusion and disgust. Hermione would only look at you with disgust, and Harry would look at you with anger. But worst of all would be Arthur and Molly. They would see you and in their eyes would be betrayal. They would turn their backs and not make eye contact. Your parents already left, and you didn't even have a mark. The people that took you in, that loved you when no one else could, would abandon you, too.

          "Hey. It'll be alright. I'll always be here. And you can stay here with me. You practically lived here last year during breaks."

         "Yeah. Because you needed me. Why would I leave my best friend?"

          He pulls you close and you lean against him. You feel him kiss the top of your head again as your vision fades to black.

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         You wake up around midnight and realize you didn't change the night before. You also realize all your stuff was at the Weasley's. You carefully get out of bed and walk over to Draco's dresser. You go into the bottom drawer and grab one of his shirts and a pair of his old sweatpants. He keeps them for you since you're over so much.

         You go into his bathroom and change. You look down at your arm and poke the mark carefully, hoping nothing happens. You shake your head, turn off the light, and go back into the room.

         "You okay?" You hear Draco whisper in the darkness.

         "No." You carefully make your way back to the bed and go under the covers.

         "You still worried?" You hum your response and wrap your arms around him. "I'll be okay. And at the very, very least.... You'll always have me."

         "Thank you."