Written In The Stars VI -[Harry Potter xF!Oc]

Chapter Seven: The Chosen Ones.

"Our feet'll be seen!" Hermione complained.

"It doesn't matter," The boy urged her. "Just hurry!"

"Ouch!"

"Shh! Look! He's in there!" Hermione whispered.

Draco Malfoy was at Borgin and Burkes, he had his back turn to them.

"If only we could hear what they're saying!" Hermione lamented. 

"We can!" said Ron. "Hang on — damn —"

Ron dropped the boxes he was still holding, Mel was quick to pick them up and scowled at him for bringing them along.

"Thanks," He smiled, handing something to her. "Extendable Ears, look..."

"Fantastic! Oh, I hope the door isn't Imperturbable —"

"No!" said Ron brightly. "Listen!"

"...you know how to fix it?"

"Possibly," said the man. "I'll need to see it, though. Why don't you bring it into the shop?"

"I can't. It's got to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it."

"Well, without seeing it, I must say it will be a very difficult job, perhaps impossible. I couldn't guarantee anything."

"No? Perhaps this will make you more confident."

Malfoy got closer to the man, and his eyes widened, looking down at whatever the boy was showing.

"Tell anyone," said Malfoy, "and there will be retribution. You know Fenrir Greyback? He's a family friend. He'll be dropping in from time to time to make sure you're giving the problem your full attention."

"There will be no need for —"

"I'll decide that. Well, I'd better be off. And don't forget to keep that one safe, I'll need it."

"Perhaps you'd like to take it now?"

"No, of course I wouldn't, you stupid little man, how would I look carrying that down the street? Just don't sell it."

"Of course not... sir."

"Not a word to anyone, Borgin, and that includes my mother, understand?"

"Naturally, naturally..." 

"What was that about?" whispered Ron.

"Dunno," said Harry. "He wants something mended... and he wants to reserve something in there... Could you see what he pointed at when he said 'that one'?"

"No, he was behind that cabinet —"

"You three stay here," whispered Hermione.

"What are you — ?"

Hermione walked out of the cloak, Mel whimpered.

"Why is she like this?" She groaned.

Ron put the Extendable Ears back in place. 

"Hello, horrible morning, isn't it?" Hermione said happily. 

Mel grimaced.

"That's exactly why she isn't a Ravenclaw! We should've stopped her..."

"Is this necklace for sale?"

"If you've got one and a half thousand Galleons," said Mr Borgin.

"Oh — er — no, I haven't got quite that much– And... what about this lovely — um — skull?"