Love Stories// Fred Weasley x Malfoy reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

"You know what, I cannot believe that Gilderoy Lockhart is going to teach us" y/bf fangirled/boyed as we walked to Flourish and Botts for his autograph. "I don't see what everyone sees in that guy, anyway" I said as we stepped in the store, which was filled with witches, who were talking about their favourite author.

"You don't think he's a skilled wizard?" aske d my friend, glaring at me. "Yes of course I do, but that's not why he's famous. He's famous for his looks. It doesn't matter what he writes about, he's always going to be loved because of the look of his"' I said. y/bf looked at me like I was crazy.

"Well, i'm going to see how much his latest book costs, if you excuse me.." he/she said and left me there. I rolled my eyes, I just made him/her pissed. Why is she mad at me? Just because I told her/him that Lockhart was only famous for his looks? She/he can be so ridiculous sometimes.

I grabbed a book from the stand that I found interesting. I turned it around to read on the back, when I was finished reading the back I heard a familiar voice calling my name. I turned around and saw a bunch of red heads walking in the shop.

Two of them were my two close friends, Fred and George. "Hi, Gred and Forge" I said to them with a smile. They laughed at me as they realised it was a joke from last year. I gave them a hug and they introduced me to their mother. Referring to me as just "y/n" not Malfoy.

"Well, my son has talked a lot about you," said Mrs Weasley, "only good things, I hope" I said, looking over at Fred who was blushing with embarrassment. "He talks about you non-stop, it's really annoying" said the youngest girl, and for I can tell, the only girl in the family.

"Oh like you talking about Harry all THE TIME" Said Fred and Ginny suddenly fell into silence as her eyes fell into the floor.

"Hold on, you never said that the famous y/n was y/n Malfoy" said one of his brothers, he seemed to be the oldest of them. "How many y/n do you know, Percy?" asked George "So she's a Malfoy?" said Percy with a judgmental look on me, I should be angry, right?

My family has been calling his family a disgrace for centuries. My family has been criticizing his family for not marrying all purebloods over the years, so to be honest, I don't blame him for judging me.

"She's nothing like her family. She's.." Fred started "Fred, you don't have to defend me" I interrupted him.

I get that he was just trying to be nice, but this is my battle, and no one shall fight my battles for me. Something that my mother taught me.

"I'm sorry for what my family has said about you guys, but I never agree with them. To differentiate my family, I judge people by their personality, not their blood" I said.

Their mother seemed so shocked.

"Are you sure you're a Malfoy?" Mr Wasley asked "or is this one of you boys pranks?".

"no, i am the adopted daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy." I told her "Oh, you're adopted. Well, that explains a lot" said Mrs Weasley with a smile. I opened the mouth, but I was interrupted by Mrs Weasley who spotted Harry Potter by the entrance of the shop. "You haven't seen Harry Potter by any chance? We are worried he's lost" she asked me "Harry Potter?" I asked her, trying to go through my memories from when I arrived at Diagon alley, to now, but I don't recall seeing Harry Potter.

"No, sorry" I said "Well, where is he?" asked Mrs Weasley frantically, turning to Mr Weasley. "You gotta look for him" "I will, Just calm down" said Mr Weasley and turned around, and then he saw Harry by the entrance.

"Harry," Mr. Weasley panted. "We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far...." He mopped his glistening bald patch. "Oh, Harry – oh, my dear – you could have been anywhere –" said Mrs Weasley. Gasping for breath she pulled a large clothes brush out of her bag and began sweeping off the soot Hagrid hadn't managed to beat away. Mr. Weasley took Harry's glasses, gave them a tap of his wand, and returned them, good as new.