What would happen if there was another Weasley. A cousin who got into Slytherin who was very good friends with Draco Malfoy? I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you would like more.
There were two dim figures sitting together in front of the fire in the Slytherin common on a large comfortable black sofa. Draco Malfoy and Kayliegh Weasley. She wasn't your average Weasley, although she had the look of one. She was a cousin of the ones we all know and love. She just an inch shorter than Draco with a slim body. She had long wavy dark red hair that flowed around her shoulders.
Her father, mother, and her were serious purebloods although she never truly worried about it. She had a sort of innocence about her, but she was a Slytherin, and a great friend of Draco's. Her own father was a follower of the Dark lord and the rest of the Weasley family hated being related to her for this. Draco had been skeptical about her at first as was his father because of the fact that she was a Weasley, but she was not at all like the rest of them.
The two weren't discussing anything of much importance. She had fallen in love with him long ago. How long ago she wasn't sure. She was sitting close to him warm and comfortable with the crackling fire glowing and flitting about upon her face as if it were dancing.
Draco and Kayliegh had been best friends ever since they could remember. They always told each other everything, and Kayliegh was the only one Draco trusted to tell everything to. It was the same the other way around. Although, on this day she felt guilty for she hadn't told him something that she knew he needed to know.
Kayliegh knew she should, but she was also afraid of telling, for his father was very loyal to the dark lord and she was so comfortable next to Draco. But she needed to tell him. She had to, when else would she get the chance. chicken she called herself in her mind. And then out loud. "Draco . . ." she said quietly, then mentally kicked herself for saying anything at all.
"Hmm?" he asked absentmindedly. "Draco . . . I have to tell you something." He looked into Kayliegh's eyes, his icy blue against her own light brown ones. "What is it" he said looking a little odd . . . Slightly . . . Hopeful?
"Well first . . . you can't tell anyone. If you do . . . I don't even want to think about it." she whispered. He nodded. "You have to promise, that no matter what happens you keep it to yourself." she said staring him strait in the eyes. "I promise that I won't ever tell anyone." he said softly but truthfully. She could tell when he was lying and knew she could trust him.
"Well . . . I got this letter . . . From my mother last night . . ." she began, as Draco listened intently, with all seriousness and attention in his face, but a slight bit of . . . Could it be . . . Disappointment? She dismissed the thought "he wants me killed" she said. Draco sat up immediately, eyes wide. "He wha'? Who?" he asked looking shocked. "He wants me killed . . . him " she said again, "Please don't tell me you mean . . ." She cut him across. "The dark lord"
