Shawn Mendes Imagines

113 - The Gryffindor (AU)

Basically a Gryffindor!Shawn x Slytherin!Malfoy!Reader

Pure-blood, a status that is supposed to put you above the rest, above the half-bloods and the muggle-borns. I've heard that word repeated by my brother and father before. They taught him to be cruel towards mudbloods as he was much more superior to them and even towards those who tolerate muggles. However, once it comes to me, they only teach me etiquette, mostly because of my mother.

He was taught everything from the pure-blood superiority to whatever my father seemed fit. Yet the only time they had a talk with me being a wizard was when I accidentally set the entire drawing room on fire without anything inside burning down. After that, they taught us some spells, hexes, and even curses before I was accepted into Hogwarts as they claim that the professors do not teach us the essentials.

My brother didn't mind. In fact, he wanted it that way, to make sure that there is a very little chance that I might end up in my parents' footsteps. Funny, right? Who knew that the Draco Lucius Malfoy would be protective over his little sister? Yet being not even two years older than me, he decided that he would take on that role once I was born.

"First years, this way!" A gigantic man called out once we got out of the train.

I looked over to my twelve year-old brother and tightened my grip on his hand as he continued to talk to his friends. He seemed to feel me tugging on his arm as he brought his attention to me. I merely looked up at him and pouted, afraid of being separated from him. He gave me a small, reassuring smile and knelt down in front of me.

"Go on." He said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I'll see you later at dinner after you are sorted."

"But Draco, what if I'm not sorted into Slytherin?" I muttered, looking down at my shoes.

"You will be, y/n. You're a Malfoy, after all. But even if you get sorted into Hufflepuff, I will still love you endlessly."

"That's probably the sweetest thing you've ever said to anyone ever."

"Oh shut it, you little weirdo." He said, chuckling as he shook his head at my comment. "You're the only one I would be nice and sweet to. You're my sister, remember? And I solemnly swear to protect you and love you at all cost."

I threw my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest. He chuckled and placed a kiss on my forehead. I hesitantly pulled away from my brother's hold before running off towards the bearded man. Once I got in line, I could not help but stand in awe as we went inside the campus. The man, whom he introduced himself as Hagrid, gave us a quick tour before leading us to the hallway leading to the Great Hall.

"Hi." Someone muttered beside me.

I turned my head and saw a guy with dark brown eyes and brown hair, nervously chewing on his lower lip. He gave me a shy smile, glancing at his hands ever so often. I returned the smile and turned to him completely. "Hi. You nervous?"

"Kind of. You?"

"Kind of. I'm just afraid of the possibility that I may be sorted into a completely different house from my family." I replied, letting out a shaky breath as I stared at the door that has yet to be opened. "What house do you want to be sorted into?"

"I... uh... I don't really know."

"Nonsense. Everyone has that one house in mind."

"I... uh... I kind of know nothing about them."

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry! You're a muggle-born, aren't you?"

"Yes." He uttered, looking down onto the floor.