Draco x Weasley!Reader - Ferret Chases The Weasel

I don’t know how this came to me... but it did.
[F/n] - first name, [M/n] - middle name
[E/c] - eye color

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~First Year~
     “S-SLYTHERIN!” The entire hall, minus a few Slytherin, was silent.  Eleven year old [F/n] didn’t care.  She just scoffed and jumped off the stool, walking over to the table and sitting down.  She ignored the stares, but she did glare at those whom she made eye-contact with.  They shrunk back at her angry gaze.
     [F/n] is a Weasley.  Ginger hair, [e/c] eyes, and freckles.  She hated being like the rest of her family.  She wanted to prove she was different.  She is [F/n] [M/n], not just another Weasley!  But no, the moment anyone saw her, their minds scream ‘Weasley!’  [F/n] hated it.  She hates it so much, she threatened the hat, if it placed her in Gryffindor, she’d put him through a washing machine, and proceeded to imagine what the washing machine does.  That’s probably what put her in Slytherin.  She didn’t care.  She wasn’t in Gryffindor!
     The only relatives [F/n] actually got along with were Fred and George, some times Molly.  Molly was just a mother hen, which got on [F/n]’s nerves quite often.  She didn’t really talk to Arthur that much.  Percy had a stick up his butt.  She’s never really talked to Bill or Charlie, all she knew was one had a job involving dragons.  Ron was a moody prick.  And Ginny reminded [F/n] of Annie Wilkes in a muggle book she’s read.  [F/n]’s pretty sure the book was called Misery, by... oh crud...  Steven Queen?  Yeah, [F/n] thought that’s who made it.  It sounded close enough.
     “Hi!” A girl beside her exclaimed, making [F/n]’s thought train flip upside down.  “I’m Pansy Parkinson!”
     “[F/n].” [F/n] sighed.  “Just [F/n].  I don’t like being considered ‘Weasley.’”
     “You don’t?” Pansy smiled as [F/n] shook her head.  Pansy held out her hand.  “I like you!  Let’s be friends-”
     “Why would you want to be friends with a Weasley, Pansy!?” A blond sitting across from them demanded.  [F/n] glared at him.  She knew who this little prat belonged to.  And right away, [F/n] wanted to break his nose.
     “Blond with a snobby attitude?  You must be a Malfoy.”
     “Bite me, Weasley!”
     “Don’t drag me into your gross fetishes, blondy!” Malfoy’s face went brighter than [F/n]’s hair as the two got into a deep glare down.  The rest of the Slytherin table laughed.
~Second Year~
     [F/n], Pansy, and Blaise Zabini are best friends, though they did always argue about one thing.  Draco Malfoy.  Blaise was torn between his two friends.  Pansy thought he was really awesome, and attractive, and [F/n] hates his guts.  And every other organ and body part on or in him.  The ‘Silver Trio’ were walking the halls.  Arguing about, who else, Draco.
     “He’s a racist prat!” [F/n] hissed.
     “He’s a total hottie!” Pansy argued back.  Blaise was going to say something, but then they froze, like everyone else in the hallway.
     “Enemies of the heir beware?” Draco scoffed.  “You’re next, mudbloods.”
     [F/n] looked at Pansy with a raised eyebrow.  Pansy frowned and sighed.
     “I think [F/n]’s right.” Blaise decided.  Pansy reluctantly agreed.  As the three passed by, [F/n] made sure to trip Draco in a huge puddle.  Making Blaise laugh hysterically, and Pansy giggle.  All three of them agreed that Draco was hilarious when he was angry.  Especially since he’s a daddy’s boy.
~Third Year~
     “You are SO lucky, [F/n].” Pansy sighed dreamily as the Silver Trio walked to their next class.  [F/n] scoffed.  Draco began to flirt with her lately, and it pissed her off.  [F/n] kept shooting him down.  And now he was in the infirmary  because of jealousy!  Draco had seen [F/n]’s impressed gaze when Harry Potter flew Buckbeak, so he tried to impress her by acting tough.  Which ended with him insulting a Hippogriff.  Biggest. Mistake. EVER!
     “Pan, you can HAVE him!” [F/n] sighed.  “I want a guy with brains, not a daddy’s boy!  Plus, he’s getting an innocent animal KILLED!”
     “[F/n] has a point, Pansy.” Blaise shrugged.  “You both can do better.”
~Fourth Year~
     “Please Blaise, put in a good word for me!” Draco pleaded.  Blaise sighed.  It was near impossible to persuade [F/n] into, well, anything!  Her willpower was way to strong.  Her stubborn Weasley pride didn’t help.  The only way to get her to do something she doesn’t want to do is to use the Imperius curse on her.  And the only way to get her to fall in love with someone she already hates is to either get on her good side, with great difficulty, or to use a love potion!  But she’s always casted an anti charm and potion spell on her food and drinks ever since she found out that Draco liked her.
     “Sorry, man!” Blaise rubbed the back of his head.  “[F/n] still doesn’t like you!  I’m pretty sure she’d dance on your grave before she dances with you....  Why not ask Pansy?”
     “Because they’re polar opposites!  [F/n] is a laid back type of girl, when she’s not angry, and she has a killer left hook!  And, I swear, that woman has a knife for a tongue!  Pansy is a high class, high expectation, rich girl with a banshee like scream, and clingy attitude!  And, [F/n] is WAY prettier!  Her beautiful [e/c] eyes are like gems-”
     “You sound like an obsessed fangirl.  I better not find drawings of me in your bloody notebook with hearts everywhere.” An annoyed voice hissed from behind them.  The two boys jumped and spun around, only to see an annoyed [F/n], and a giggling Pansy.  The two boys gulped.  No telling what the girls would do to them!
     “Blaise!” Pansy snickered.  “You’re my date for the Yule Ball!”
     “Y-yes, ma’am!” Blaise blushed.  Was it that obvious that he liked her?  Or did [F/n] tell her after he told [F/n].
     “Malfoy.” [F/n] growled, as if ready to kill him.  Draco flinched at the angry looking girl.  “Meet me at the entrance, at seven o’clock SHARP, or my ‘killer left hook’ will be the last thing you see.”
     “O-okay!” Draco stuttered.  [F/n] scoffed and Pansy continued giggling as they past the two.  [F/n] made sure to bump elbows with Draco as they past by them.  When Draco heard the door closed, he cheered.
     “YES!  I finally have a chance!”
     “Yeah, just don’t screw this one up.”
     “SHUT UP, BLAISE!”
~With Pansy and [F/n]~
     “Change of heart, Weasel?” Pansy snickered.  [F/n] shrugged with a smirk.
     “That ferret has chased this weasel for HOW long now?  Might as well give the idiot a chance.”
     “Alright - just no popping ANYTHING until you’re married, Weasel!”
     “That promise is mutual, Panny!”
~With Draco~
     Draco found himself pinned to the wall by the Weasley twins.  Neither looked happy at ALL, and Draco feared what would happen.  The two boys had inherited their mothers overprotective nature.  Which is why Draco prayed that they wouldn’t find out about him going to the ball with their precious little cousin until after the ball, in fear that they would put some kind of potion in his system.
     “Listen here, Ferret boy,” Fred hissed lowly, “don’t even THINK of touching our little cousin!”
     “If you hurt her in ANYWAY,” George continued, “we’ll DESTROY you AND your reputation!”
     “Got it!?” The two growled simultaneously.  Draco could only nod.  Those two were TERRIFYING when they had to be!