《Drarry One-Shots》

07: Meddlesome Friends: Part 02

So... I turned 14 two days ago so yay! (15th of May, if anyone's confused) and this was also supposed to come out on my birthday but as it is, I procrastinate a lot.

And this will be my last update until June 9th or later. My exams are starting on the 30th of this month so yay... I haven't even started studying.

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The next day, a fine, windy afternoon, Ron and Hermione set off, hand in hand, to go to Malfoy's apartment. They couldn't floo there – they didn't know the floo address – and they couldn't apparate there either – they needed to know how the place looked before they did that, otherwise they could risk being seen by muggles.

In all honesty, they had wanted to walk to the apartment that they were sure Malfoy was living in because they wanted to think over what they were going to say.

It was nerve wrecking; going to Malfoy's house. They had never been there before, they didn't know what to expect. They have never even had a civilised conversation with him but now they were going to, just to make Harry happy. They couldn't care less about what they thought about Malfoy right now, they had to fix what they had done wrong.

Before they knew it, they were standing in front of the building Malfoy lived in.

They looked at each other, unsure and nervous.

Were they really going to do this?

Yes, they were. For Harry.

“Are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to turn back,” Ron asked quietly, turning towards his wife, unease flowing through him.

Hermione knew how important this conversation was going to be to not only the both of them but possibly Harry and Malfoy, too. She knew they couldn't turn back now. Ron knew this too. He wanted to know if she was still okay with going further, it made her heart flutter a bit.

“We have to do this. I need to do this. For Harry,” she answered with determination. She would not give up now.

“For Harry,” he repeated, giving her hand a firm squeeze.

They both made their way into the building, taking the stairs to the second floor before hesitating in front of the door they were sure was Malfoy's. They had asked Luna for his address. She had only given it to them after they had promised to give him a chance for once.

They gripped onto each other's hands tightly, to comfort the nerves that were buzzing through them. Hermione looked over to her husband for confirmation of going forward with this. They both knew this conversation they were going to have with Malfoy was going to change everything. Ron nodded with semi-confidence.

She knocked on the door twice and they both waited, fidgeting anxiously.

They heard noises from the other side. It sounded like someone had fallen of the couch, then tripped over a book.

The door opened suddenly, revealing a very dishevelled looking Malfoy. His hair was scruffy and tangled as if it haven't had a comb run through it in weeks. He was wearing a green shirt with questionable stains on them and dirty looking black sweatpants. He had dark bags under his eyes, too. He was the most un-Malfoy like the duo had ever seen him
Malfoy looked even worse than Harry had been. And that was saying a lot.

Noticing that it was them, Malfoy straightened up, brushed down his clothes and ran a nervous hand through his hair. He cleared his throat, “Granger, Weasel, what are you doing here?” he asked, cautiously looking down the hallway to check if his neighbours were eavesdropping.