#stepbro daco

You could feel nerves and anger bubbling under your skin as you walked up the long driveway of Malfoy Manor. You had seen mansions in muggle London, but this didn’t compare to anything you’d seen before. 

Even though you knew that your dad was serious about marrying Narcissa Malfoy for quite some time, having to actually move in with them was not what you expected for the holidays.  Though you spent most of your life with your mother in muggle London with little to no knowledge of the wizarding world or your own powers, you had since learned quickly of the Malfoy’s infamous stance of blood purity. 

Your father was a man of few words, much less about his love life - but he had assured you that Narcissa had let go of her disdain for half-bloods after Lucius was killed in Azkaban. Still, the closer you stepped toward the Manor, the more nervous you grew. You were still learning about what it meant to be a witch, and now, dragging your trunk and a broom you didn’t know how to ride toward your new home, you had no choice but to work it out. Fast. 

Before you even stepped up to the obnoxiously lavish mansion, the door swung open and a beautiful woman with brown and platinum hair walked out - the train of her dress following behind her. She walked elegantly past you without so much as a second glance, and kissed your father hello. You knew they had been together long before you moved out of your Mother’s house - but to only get to meet her for the first time when moving in with her made your blood boil. Neither had ever thought to involve you until they got engaged - and never gave you a choice in the matter.

Through gritted teeth and a fake smile that pained you to wear, you cleared her throat, hoping either of them would acknowledge you. 

“Hello dear, Your dad’s told me so much about you” Narcissa touched your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. Though you knew your new step-mother had changed her ways, the thought of her disapproval in having a half blood in her home made your stomach sink. All you could muster was a soft “Mhm”, instantly regretting drawing attention to yourself. 

“Let’s get you two inside and settled in then”, Narcissa suggested summoning the house elf to collect the luggage without introducing him. Though the woman tried to sound welcoming, It was obvious she still had little regard for the house elf who served her. Some things don’t change, you thought, rolling your eyes.

Stepping onto the marble floors of the castle felt surreal. The air felt cooler inside than out, and it didn’t feel like a home that people lived in - rather an obscenely expensive hotel. If you didn’t already feel like an outsider, knowing little about being a witch in a home for ex-death eaters, the sheer size and class of the home certainly did the job. 

You followed your Father, who seemed too focussed on his wife-to-be to notice you there, into a large living room. Though the couches looked too expensive to sit on, Narcissa urged you to do so, and sat down on the other.You swallowed the lump in her throat, taking in a shaky breath before attempting to break the ice. 

“Your home is…beautiful,” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from showing your disgust in their obvious wealth. 

“This is your home too now, Love. Make yourself at home” She smiled. “I’ll have Draco show you around, and-”

You cut her off nervously, “Who’s Draco?”

Narcissa shot your father a confused look before responding, “God, your father has kept you in the dark about a lot hasn’t he?” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at her words 

“Draco is my only son. He’s around your age. I’m sure he’ll be home soon”, She explained. Suddenly, it clicked. In the short amount of time that You had between being told about your father’s relationship, and having to move away with him, you had read about Draco. Heir of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and youngest death eater to serve Lord Voldemort in the war. How could you have forgotten? 

You looked at your dad with narrowed eyes, silently cursing him for keeping so much from you. It wasn’t enough that you were never told you were a witch until it was too late to start at Hogwarts - but now you had to move in with one of the most infamous families of the wizarding world with almost zero preparation. You started to fidget with her fingers, feeling your temperature rise with anxiety - but before you could respond, a loud bang pierced your ears from the fireplace, as a tall,  platinum-blonde boy walked out of the bright green smoke. 

He dusted off his perfectly tailored black suit, scanning the room before his hollow grey eyes landed on you. 

His face was pale and his hair as white as the streaks in his mothers’, but he looked far less welcoming and kind. His brows furrowed down and bore a look of pure disgust straight through you. As much as you had anticipated the Malfoy’s being less than hospitable to your half blood self, his face said it all. You wanted the perfect marble floor to open up and swallow you whole, or follow that green smoke in the fireplace to anywhere but the manor. 

“So is this the filthy mudblood your boyfriend dragged in?” He spat at his mother, as if you weren’t even there. Great - not only did he know who you were, but he knew you would never be one of them. 

“Draco don’t be rude” Narcissa corrected, looking embarrassed but not entirely surprised. “You know that pureblood rubbish is gone with your father. She will be your step sister soon enough and I expect you to treat her like the family she is” 

Draco’s face flashed with something at the mention of his late father, but cooled to an emotionless mask before you could place what it was. You stared at your feet nervously tapping, avoiding the eyes on you. Your father stood rubbing Narcissa’s back, not even bothering to defend you. 

“Now, I’ve sent her luggage upstairs so, Draco, show your sister around the manor and to her new room” Narcissa ordered, before flashing another smile toward you. 

You awkwardly stood up, finally looking back up at the tall blonde. He sneered at you and rolled his eyes before turning toward the long corridor. 

“Come on then Mudblood. I don’t have all night,” he scoffed. Though he was in front of you, he didn’t move until you walked up beside him. You tried to keep up with his long strides down the hallway pointing at different rooms off each side. 

“This is the dining hall. We eat here for each meal. If you’re late, you don’t eat,” He warned. 

He pointed out a few more lavishly decorated rooms, including a large study lined with bookshelves before coming to a halt at the bottom of a spiral staircase. You stopped beside him and he finally turned to look at you, letting his gaze drop from your eyes, down to your bare legs. You suddenly felt very underdressed, in a short skirt and a T-shirt of your favourite muggle band. For the first time since he fell through the fireplace, He looked at you with something other than disgust. His eyes swam with something you couldn’t quite place, and you finally took in his looming height and angular face. Just as your mind started to wonder, watching the way his tall slender frame leaned on the hand rail, his harsh voice snapped you out again. 

“After you then,” he gestured toward the steep stairs and stepped back. You started climbing the stairs, awkwardly holding the back of your skirt against your thighs as you felt his eyes burning you from behind. Hurrying up the many, many stairs to the second floor of the manor, you could hear him right behind you and your cheeks started to burn, knowing he would be eye level with your ass. Something deep in your mind liked the idea of him enjoying the view after being so rude, but you brushed it off as you reached the second floor. There was another hallway with several doorways, all closed with gold door knobs. Likely solid gold, you mentally scoffed. 

Draco passed you and pointed to the first door. 

“There’s my…There’s our bathroom,” he pushed it open and your mouth dropped at the sheer size of it. Crystal bath and windows from floor to ceiling. He kept walking to the next door but didn’t open it. 

“This is my room. Don’t come in. Don’t even fucking knock,” he scoffed. Your cheeks started to burn in embarrassment again. It was bad enough that you had to be here, but to be so unwelcome made tears prick your eyes. 

“And this is your room, I guess,” he pushed open the door next to his. He turned to finally look at you and noticed your eyes welling up. “Awh what’s wrong, mudblood?” He asked mockingly. “Wanna go home? If I had it my way, you would,” he spat, turning on his heel toward the staircase.