Draco Malfoy Imagines

Imagine#7:A Very Happy Memory out of Pain

The bloody black-hooded dimwits were at it again.They have been following Draco Malfoy ever since Voldemort's defeat.It was a problem inquired to the ministry by his father to help stop them.But they were still in the process after the attack on Hogwarts.No good dementors were chasing him like a cat would to a helpless mouse.

It was an hour before they arrived,the foul,loathsome evil little cockroach,as Hermione calls him,was standing perfectly still facing a stone on the ground.Silly,it may seem but,yes.It was just an ordinary stone.Perhaps it was Marble or just plain cement,doesn't really matter.But it did bear a name.Carefully carved by hand read 'Fred Weasley'.

In all honesty,he did thought they were funny.Him and his twin.A prank here and there,they were fun to watch and he could only imagine being friends with him.He was awfully sorry that he didn't dare miss his funeral.He had done so many terrible things,intended or not,he was trying to get back to each and everyone they were pulled up for.But of course,he had to hide.He still bore that mark on his forearm and he would want glares at this point because he was tired.

He had to thank this man.If it weren't for him,y/n would have died.It was no question because y/n and the Weasley twins were great friends given that y/n was just as a prankster as they were.They treated her like a sister and that was besides pity about how y/n had no family at all.That part is for another different story but there was a hole in the girl's heart that were filled by the twins.And she had a big place in theirs.Fred was the nearest to y/n in the explosion so he took up the blow for the both of them to protect her.Draco was very aware of that,he was there when it happened.

Y/n was devastated.It broke Draco seeing her that way.And he just had to add up the pain when he crossed the line between Hogwarts and the Death Eaters.

He was unaware that a certain redhead was just a few meters away watching him.Anger never suited George Weasley,he was aware of y/n's feelings towards the git so he just stood there.

The pitter-patter of the rain was rather soothing to hear.It was nice to know that even the heavens mourned for the death of a man that brought joy and laughter in the world.

Everything was in peace when the assholes I told you about a little while ago came hovering like demented freaks (well,they are,after all,dementors).

Draco's attempt on running was in zero percent success.The black figure had grabbed him by the collar and started to sip the life out of him like he was some sort of slurpee from the nearest 7Eleven store.

But then,help came.No thanks to the Ministry.

As far as George could remember,his patronus was a cayote.He had no clue how it turned into a hyena.But how could have he found out as it was long ago before the last time he tried conjuring one.How could you try when all your happy memories involved your dead twin brother?

Draco fell hard on the ground.But not hard enough to break a bone,just knocked out some air from his lungs.

George ran to his side,helping him on his feet and out of the embrace of mud,"You alright?"

Draco was a bit hesitant,nontheless stuttered,"Th-thank you..."

It was what Draco feared,seeing George this near just like the last time he had talked to them..only Fred out of the picture

Flashback

Before things went badly,the twins took it upon themselves to do something serious for a common knowledge that they shared.Here they are dragging the famous Slytherin Prince to a nearby cleaning closet after hearing from 'Mista Pottah' that he had hexed Katie Bell.Well,after he had came out the infirmary after Harry's Septumsempra.