Silver and Gold // Dramione

Under Your Spell

(smut warning, please head) 

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6th Year, February 1st

As annoying as hiding away was, Draco knew it was well worth it.

The letter's he'd started to received from home were growing shorter and shorter. The ones that had been allowed by Voldemort using his owl had entirely stopped in the last week of January. He had not been told why. He'd tried to pressure Professor Snape for an answer, but he'd been met with same answer as always: "You are no longer needing to be informed of the Dark Lord's Agenda".

The letter's he received now were from his mother's personal owl that she was likely sending off in the middle of the night away from prying eyes.

The owl always arrived lethargic and weak. Once he'd wobbled onto the Slytherin Dinner table and limped his way across the food to where Draco was sitting, unable to use his wings. Draco started crying treats in his pockets, and living aside bred and bland chicken on his plate for the owl to regrow his strength and deliver a reply to his mother.

Twice now the owl returned this his reply, unrespondeded to and unopened.

He hid every one from Hermione and Aurie. Even Snape only knew his Mother was contact him by the inevitability of him seeing the busted up owl arrive. But he never asked for the contents of them, Draco never supplied it. He also assumed the girls also saw, they took 'Just a letter from my Mother' as a sufficient answer.

The one he'd received the morning was carried in by the owl in the worst condition Draco had ever seen the small beast.

The big owl had crashed into the ground beside him, rolling over and over itself three times over before laying limp on the stone cold tiles. It had narrowly missed student's heads on the crash landing.

It again carried an unopened letter of his, but also carried a new letter in his mother's fancy parchment on the parallel leg.

'Draco, I can't open your letters with the present company. It's too risky.

But I will continue to write to you, hoping none of your concerns are urgent; I'm sure if they were, Severus would inform me.

I've caught word that the Dark Lord plans to remove your father from his station in the South. There is no doubt in my present mind that should he return, you will be requested at the Manor.

I fear they will request that you take the mark, even without the completion of your mission.

I will try to deny them for however long I can my boy, but if they continue, I will ask you to take your sister and run.

I won't have you destroyed too.'

He wouldn't run.

Even without the mission. Even with Hermione. With Aurie. He wouldn't run without them, and Hermione would incessantly demand he do exactly that.

Draco had seen on multiple occasions, his sister, and his girlfriend speaking in hushed tones about Remus Lupin's safe house.

Per the last letter his former teacher had sent - still signed on as 'Mooney', which Draco still didn't understand- the safe house was officially warded to Aurie. Much to Hermione's dismay, He had also informed them that Hermione was warded to it, and he would be warding Potter and Weasley as well. Just in case.