-One week later-
It had been a long and excruciating week following the discovery of the fallen unicorn. But who cared about that thing? You had more pressing matters on your mind. You had been battling quite the moral dilemma recently, trying to understand what demon had made you decide to claim and conquer Ron Weasley. You'd been avoiding the boy ever since, which wasn't too hard considering he mostly stuck to his frogs, though you did hear a wail every once in a while. Hermione has also been awfully reserved, more than usual, and even during class! Luckily there had been some good times; you have been able to get more intimate with Harry, even going along with him to pick out his broom.

The long week was made even easier when you heard that the first Quidditch game of the winter was coming up this Friday. Your hopeful hubby Harry had been hand-picked as the Gryffindor seeker since he had bought his beautiful broom. Draco was also a seeker. But… Even your brother wasn't a match for your precious potter.

Oooooo, you couldn't wait; it would surely be a sensational spectacle for all students to see.

-At the Game-

By halftime of the game, the bleachers were filled, your belly was full, and obviously, you and Hermione were having a fantastic time. To be honest, this was the first time you saw more than ten people in the bleachers. You had been particularly vocal in your cheering for Harry and quite upset when the other team gained the lead. It was all due to your bozo bastard brother Draco; he was pretty prodigious for his age... Luckily, entering the fourth quarter, Draco was fouled out after one too many aggressive attacks towards your Harrykuns. He was such a big blonde bitch.

Hermione had been doing a teeny weensy pee-pee dance in her seat for the past few minutes until, eventually, she worked up the courage to ask, "Y/N, I simply must retire to the privy. Would you bless me with your company? It's right over there, connected to the bleachers."

"Of course!"

The two of you stroll down the stands (holding hands).

"I'll wait outside for you," you say. Hermione nods and curtseys before vanishing into the loo. You tap your foot anxiously, anticipating your return so you could see how Harry is playing.

"Psst!" You hear an odd hiss bellow out from beneath the bleacher.

It's dirty Draco. The star player had turned to a mere benchwarmer, huh?

"Ewww, what do you want?" You step back in disgust, your stomps causing dust to settle on the solemn boy. You would never associate yourself with a member of the enemy club during league play. You began to pray for Hermione's swift return.

"Y/N. Your parents. Who are they? Mudblood? Pure?"

You are unsure of what he is asking of you. Honestly, it was an extremely improper question no matter the subject. "Um… They're dead…?" Draco's usual ice glare softens. He mumbles something about being sorry and then stays quiet for a time.

"Why do you ask? Shouldn't you be warming the bench?" He ignores your insult and continues to stare into your (your eye color) eyes. You look away, embarrassed. What could this freak want!?

"You have Malfoy eyes."

"Whaaaaaaat?" Perhaps you could just feign ignorance, you really hoped he would just stop this little interrogation of his.

"I have to know. Father has yet to respond to my correspondence. Are you Malfoy… or are you trash?"

"Oh broth-" Suddenly, the bathroom door creaks open. Hermione looks ill and you rush to her side immediately. Grabbing hold of her frail, limp shoulders, she suddenly looks up and smiles at you "Oh thank you! Thank you my most merciful companion, for have you returned me to good spirits," her beautiful strong appearance quickly restores itself. The two of you walk back to your seats and you sneer at Draco (who has to embarrassedly return to his bench, mumbling about damn mudbloods.)

"What was that about?" Hermione asks, taking a sip of some herbal brew from her silver-crossed flask. You shrug. "Standard Slytherin shit." You finally look back at the game just in time to see Harry score the game-winning touchdown. The stands erupt in unprecedented cheers, you never saw the premier league games this lively. He is being lifted by his team, but he takes a moment to steal a look at you. That's me boy, you think. Hermione hugs you as Dumbledore announces: "50 points to Gryffindor!"

-Later that night-

While in bed (by yourself ugh), you think about the scene with Draco. You'd been fighting with yourself about the need to reveal your identity. You don't know anything… There were horrible prejudices about being half a wizard and you didn't even know where you belonged! First impressions were strange and you were caught up in a web of unbelonging. You slept fetal that night, sad, alone, afraid, and unsatisfied.

The next morning came and went in a pitiful state, Harry and Hermione were busy talking to some girl in the bathroom and didn't want you there. It made you sad when you sat at lunch by yourself. As you prepare to leave the dining hall, Draco approaches you.

"Father answered. I should have known, no mudblood would have eluded my interrogation, only a magnificent Malfroydian such as myself could evade capture!" He seems to be in a state of panic. You had been mulling over this all night, finally, you decide it would be for the best if you confessed to your kin. "Accompany me Draco, we have much to discuss."

You lead him to the closest custodian closet (yes there was still semen on the floor from Ron [YUCK!])

"Where are you ta-"

Grabbing his arm and throwing him into the cramped quarters, you sigh. "We're here," time to tell the truth… "Apparently, I'm your long-lost (your pronoun). BUT! Don't get me started about how we're family. They don't even know what I look like, nonetheless, I grew up an orphan, with a vicious nanny, and for some godforsaken reason, I have been claimed by your father. That's all I know."

Draco stared in disbelief. There was a long pause before he was able to speak again. "It makes… sense. Oh kin of mine how art thee liveth without me?" He moaned. Your face crinkles into a cringed frown. "What else could you possibly want?" You ask, now uncomfortable after hearing whatever the fuck he's on about.

"I wish to propose an allegiance. I want to support you as the family you never had, even if you're lovey-dovey with that snot-nosed Potter boy. You're going to need me one day, I just know it, I will always be here for you."

Wowwww… Talk about a beta nerd. "Hahahahahahaa, sure" you laugh at the boy, shoving him to the ground and pointing. "As if I would ever need someone like you," His pity disgusted you, just cause you were poor and an orphan doesn't mean you needed this freak looking after you… Nvm actually this could be fun.

Your malicious smirk transforms into a genuine grin, you reach your hand out to assist your brother, his clammy fingers clasp over yours.

"We have much to do Y/N, this world is ours to conquer, the Malfoy house finally has the heirs it has always lacked."

Whatever, you needed to go fuck Harry!