I don’t think any Malfoy ever had it easy in life. You certainly didn’t.

Younger sister to Draco; who was surprisingly loving and doting to you - fiercely protective like his father. Your mother adored you, dressing you up and gossiping over tea, whilst your father revelled in the contained affection he tolerated from the only two women in his life - brief kissed on the cheek, and holding his arm when he toured you around ballrooms.

But that was all the font. The pretence. The face you all showed to the wizarding world - unified, cold and loyal to a fault - that is what all Malfoys are.

Unfortunately, you too.

When you fell in love with Theodore Nott it had been everything. Feelings consumed you wholly until whenever you made eye contact yous feel a sparkle of something down your spine. When he kissed you, you felt like the most revered girl in the world. When he loved you? You couldn’t be happier.

Narcissa was pleased, he had a plentiful fortune and a lovely manor, and she practically raised the boy due to his mother’s early death. Lucius was relatively sated; he had enough money to keep you happy for eternity and he was loyal to the Dark Lord. Draco was.. Draco. But he loved you more than he was irritated at his best friend - so he moved on.

Now you’d graduated Hogwarts, and were living with him in his Manor. And it was heaven. Pure, undisturbed sanctuary.

“Mm, mm, fuck-“ his hands, warm and so much larger than yours cupped your waist, tugging you closer. No nightgown or proper clothing adorned you - not when you have a man like Theodore Nott sharing your bed.

His lips were slanted over yours, his tongue languidly licking and mapping out every inch of your mouth, whilst his fingers danced their journey up to your chest. Cupping and massaging your breasts, you moaned. “Theo-“

“I love you,” He murmured against your neck, panting. A desperate kiss to your skin. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.” You panted back, and sighed when he rolled you both over again, so that you were laying above him, curling your arms and legs around him like a vine. “Theo-“

A knock on the door.

One, two, three, four.

“What is-“ You started, breathless and dazed.

Again. One, two, three, four.

Then suddenly, “Get up. Both of you now. I don’t care what you’re doing. This is more important.” Draco?

As you padded quickly to pull on a nightgown, Theo tugged on his boxers. He was rubbing his hair when he opened the door. Draco looked solemn, holding some papers.

“What? It’s..” Theo glanced at the clock on the wall. “Eight in the morning.”

“You’re going to be arrested.” Draco said bluntly, and everything stopped. Your heartbeat became a blunt pounding in your ears, and you lost your breath. Arrested. “O-on what grounds?” You managed weakly.

“On the suspicion that he possesses a time turner.” Draco looked to his best friend apologetically. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t supposed to know. They’ll be here by tomorrow.”

“No, no, no they can’t. Can they? They need a warrant, and I won’t let them-“

“Shhh.” Cupping your head and pulling you to his chest, Theo hushed you gently, pressing countless, slow kisses to your hair. He nodded at Draco, to leave you both alone.