May The Best Man Win. (Draco x Reader x Harry x Fred) *COMPLETED*

Learning The Truth.

After a good ten minutes of sobbing in your corner, you decided to pull yourself together and finally go eat something. You wipe your eyes and go back to the Great Hall, not talking or looking at anyone. Once you had eggs and bacon on your plate you realized you were no longer hungry. You groaned and pushed you plate away from you. "Are you alright, Y/N?" You hear from behind you. "Do I look like I'm okay? I'm a freaking mess!" You exclaim, banging your head on the table. "Oh well, mind if I sit down? We could talk?" Who was this guy? The voice was familiar.... Ohhhh it was Neville. "Yeah, sure, I'll protect you from the big bad Slytherins if they bother us." You joke, sitting up. He sits down next to you. "Your eyes are puffy, were you crying?" He asked. You nodded. "Why?" He asked again. "To be honest, I don't know why myself, Neville. I just am under a lot of stress and needed to let it all out. It's okay to cry sometimes." You shrugged. He nodded. "And I heard you're dating Malfoy?" He asked. "Yeah.... how'd you know?" You replied. He went a little pink. "I heard him telling Harry to lay off his girlfriend and the only one Harry likes is you." You went REALLY pink. "Wait, what did Harry say back?" You asked, slightly alarmed. "Like she'd ever actually like you, I think....." He replied. You face palmed. "Why? What's wrong?" He asked as you get up from the table. It's not even noon and you've been in three fights. You head to the Gryffindor common room, assuming that's where Harry will be. You say the password and enter, seeing it, again, completely trashed but empty. "Hello?" You asked, looking around. "N/N!" Hermione yells, running down the stairs to her dormitory. "Mione? What's going on?!" You exclaimed. "Harry- Ron- Malfoy- not good- my dorm- go." She panted. You did as told and found all three of the boys, in body binds. You chuckle. Hermione was in fact a very talented witch. "See what happens when you fight? A girl comes and kicks your ass." You state, unbinding Ron. "Now, Ronald, why are you here?" You asked, helping him up. "Hermione was sticking up for Harry and Malfoy called her a Mudblood so I went over and kicked his ass. Then the big fight commenced." He explained. "Ah, okay. Well, go see Hermione, tell her that you guys should take your nose out of other people's fights." You order, pushing him out of the room. "Harry! You absolute idiot! What is wrong with you!? Draco! Same with you! What the hell are you even doing in the Gryffindor common room?!" You exclaim, unbinding them as well. "I could ask you the same thing." He stated, getting up. "Well, unlike you, I'm actually trusted with their password. Now, explain to me why you just called one of my best friends a Mudblood." You ordered calmly, which seemed to scare him more than if you were yelling. "She was saying that I was an arse and Harry deserves you more than I did." He explained, suddenly looking very guilty. "Well I don't think that if Harry was in your position he would come to you and tell you to lay off me. Would you, Harry?" You ask. He quickly shakes his head. "Maybe you should think before you do, Draco." Malfoy's face expression was a mixture between terrified, upset and guilty. "I just wanted to-" "Do I look like I give a shit? No. I don't care what you wanted, I care what you did. And what you did was come over here and pick a fight with the Gryffindors. Apologize to each of them. Now." You interrupted. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. Were you serious? You looked dead serious. He stood up straight, pulled himself together and very maturely said "I'm sorry, Potter." He apologizes, but it wasn't good enough for you. "Use his first name." You say firmly. He looks at you like 'seriously? Come on, I just apologized to my mortal enemy for you.' You looked at him like 'still don't give a shit. Go on, do it.' He sighed, looked at Harry and did just that. "I'm sorry, Harry." Holy shit. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. HE ACTUALLY DID IT! He walked towards the door but stopped when he came to you. "I only did that because I don't want to lose you." And he walked out and did the same thing to Ron and Hermione. You and Harry just stood there, stunned. "How did you-" "I have no clue." You didn't know you had that much power over Malfoy. You didn't know he actually loved you enough to do that. But then again, there's a lot you didn't know that Malfoy did. "Okay well I think I'm just gonna-" "Yeah you should do that." You nodded and walked out, going to the Slytherin common room. When you got there, there was a letter on the couch addressed to you. Uhhhhh not more mail. You opened it and read:

Bitch,

How kind of you to write to me all these years. Oh wait, you didn't. I think after 7 years of bloody raising you I deserve at least one letter. Anyways, I was looking through your stupid mother's stuff and came across this, thought you might like it.

Love,

Aunt Mildrid.

You looked in the envelope reluctantly and found another piece of paper. It was a family tree. You actually would like it.... There's no way there's no catch. You started from the top and somewhere towards the middle and the bottom, you saw it. Beside your Great Grandmother, Samantha's name, was Tom Riddle, not George Martin. (Sorry if your last name is Martin) Why was Tom Riddle on your family tree? Why was this paper saying you were related to Voldemort? "Hey, Princess, what are you looking at?" Malfoy asked, coming into the room, sounding a little nicer than before, hoping you weren't mad at him still. Could you share this with him? Magic doesn't lie and this is obviously a magic piece of paper. "Um, this thing my aunt sent me... It's weird, it says I'm related to Voldemort...." Malfoy stopped dead in his track and went even paler than before, if possible. "What? What's wrong?" You asked, noticing his actions. "You weren't supposed to know." He muttered under his breath.  "Wait what? Why? Who? It's real? Oh my-" "Calm down! Last time this happened, you stormed out on me and didn't talk to me for 5 years!" He exclaimed. You took a deep breath. "Okay, you're right. Please, just explain."