Harry Potter Imagines

favors - Draco Malfoy

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summary; On this cool, Thursday evening, Draco needs a favor from you.

warnings; swearing, underage drinking i guess? you'll see what i mean

wc; 1.6k

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For a school night, the Three Broomsticks is full of teenagers.

When you look around, you're able to see that each and every table is occupied with a group. Whether it be big, or small, there's colors from all houses in the building tonight. You're not sure what's brought you all here at the same time. Maybe it's tonight's weather, clear and cool, or maybe it's because it's Thursday night.

Either way, you're glad that you were able to snag one of the inside tables with your friends before the place got too packed. It's gotten to the point where people are being forced to sit outside. The main reason is, of course, because there's no seats open anymore, but also because the building is hot. Especially compared to outside.

You've shed all your layers already. The robe, the vest, you've even begun to roll up your sleeves in some desperate attempt to save yourself from overheating. While you're sweating though, your friends don't seem to be nearly as bothered as you are. In fact, the trio seem to be preoccupied by something else.

The newspaper.

Hermione sits to your right, Harry across from you, and Ron in front of Hermione. The paper is placed onto the table, but you're all leaned over it, heads tilted to read what Rita Skeeter has to say about the latest drama. You're not sure you care all that much, but Hermione seems to be upset over it.

"Do you see her wording?" Hermione asks, placing her finger underneath a sentence, "She can't be serious."

"I hope she never comes to Hogwarts." Ron says, sitting back in his seat. His hands are reaching for his butterbeer mug.

Harry shrugs, "There wouldn't be a reason to, right?"

Hermione doesn't say anything for a long moment, sitting back in her seat too. She drags the newspaper to read the paragraph over again. Her face is twisted, eyebrows pulled together close enough to form a crease, "I don't think so."

You look over to Ron, "Well, shouldn't you know?"

Ron shakes his head, "I don't keep up with her."

Figures, but you hope that they're right. Wherever Rita Skeeter goes, chaos and lies seem to follow. The last thing you all need is her catching a whiff of what happens at Hogwarts every year. She'll be like a shark, and there's always blood in the water here.

"I really wish she wouldn't write stuff like this," Hermione begins to ball the newspaper, not caring about the fact that she's attracting attention, "It's degrading."

"All newspapers are like that." Harry says, "I would be more surprised if there wasn't a single journalist in the wizarding world that didn't exaggerate every single detail."

"I have a feeling you'll be eating those words sometime in the future." you tell Harry, tipping your mug over to see how much butterbeer is left. It's practically none, and it looks like the others are in the same predicament that you are.

Harry doesn't seem to care all that much. Ron lets out a huff though, "If you two care so much, then why don't you become journalists?"

You let out a laugh, "Maybe I will, Weasley. And my first target will be you and Harry."