Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

buckbeak's execution || chapter sixteen

The clouds were heavy with sin. Sludge covered most of the grass-land and the sky was a miserable, pale grey.

"My father had to go to a hearing down in London to tell them about my arm... about how I couldn't use it for three months...." Malfoy said to Crabbe and Goyle. I rolled my eyes as water from a nearby puddle splashed up against my legs.

I wasn't even sure why I agreed to this.

"I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself... 'There's no 'arm in 'im, 'onest that hippogriff's as good as dead." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.

Malfoy paused behind a monolithic menhir. From here, there was a clear view of Hagrid's hut and the hippogriff in the paddock outside. He grabbed his binoculars and glanced through.

"Do you see the big, fat blubbering oaf?!" Malfoy said to Crabbe and Goyle, who both stood over where he was crouched. "Oh, this is going to be rich. Did I tell you father said I can keep the head?"

"Malfoy!" I scoffed aloud. He looked up to see me glaring at him. "That's horrible." I frowned. Malfoy dropped his shoulders and opened his mouth to speak— but his pale eyes turned.

I watched as his porcelain face split in a malevolent grin.

"Ah. Come to see the show?" Malfoy called, rising to his feet. I followed his gaze and saw none other than Hermione Granger storming towards us; Ron and Harry trudging down the slope behind her.

"You foul, loathsome evil little cockroach!" She spat, raising her wand. Malfoy stumbled back against the monolith, his eyes-crossed down at the wand which'd been jabbed into his larynx.

"Hermione! No!" Ron whined. "He's not worth it."

Hermione hesitated, but after a moment, slowly lowered her wand. Malfoy, able to breathe again, dropped his head and drew a deep breath in through his nose. Hermione turned her back to him; about to head for the slope when Malfoy looked over at Crabbe and Goyle, laughing.

CRACK!

As fast as lightning, Hermione had spun back around and landed a swift punch right into the side of Malfoy's face. He jerked back and hit his head against the monolith; groans of pain spilling from his lips.

Hermione took a step back, looking proud if anything. Crabbe and Goyle rushed to Malfoy's side and put a hand under each armpit, trying to help him up.

"Malfoy!"

"You okay?" They both asked.

I, however, dropped to his side and slid the wand out of his pocket.

"What're you doing?" He spat, droplet after droplet of blood splattering onto the grass. "Shut up and watch," I said, rising to my feet. Ron was trying to consult Hermione, which meant her focus was no longer on us.

"That felt good..." she murmured to him.

"Hope this does too," I called over, lifting Draco's wand. Hermione turned her head just as the words— "Ascendio," escaped my lips. A dark strobe flashed through the air and propelled Hermione at least a couple metres into the air. She landed far enough away for Crabbe and Goyle to get Malfoy onto his feet and ushered him up the slope.