Walking On Glass ∆ Drarry AU

twenty-three ∆ what comes next

They were seated at the same table in which Sir Harry had discussed the false peace treaty so long ago. That is -- Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Hermione, Astoria, Lady Daphne, and, of course, Sir Harry. Narcissa was invited, but she decided, saying she had something she needed to do.

"So," Draco began. He was seated in the middle of the group, with a bowl of the apple, potato, and lentil soup -- which turned out surprisingly well -- in front of him. "How's everyone doing?"

"I don't know how you have the audacity to even ask that," replied Lady Daphne almost immediately.

Astoria took a sip of wine and placed a hand on her sister's shoulder, which was shrugged away.

"We're still on strike, you know. Whatever's going on, I want you to know that it's an impossible fight," Lady Daphne added.

Draco sighed deeply. "I know."

"Is no one wondering why she's here?" Blaise spoke, staring directly at Hermione.

Pansy hesitated. "Everyone, this is Hermione. She's the one I've been going out to see."

"Wait, the Hermione?" Blaise's eyes were wide as he spoke. "As in, the one Prince Ron said abandoned him, even after accepting his marriage proposal?"

Hermione's eyes were wide now, too. "How do you know that?"

"Because I slept with him, obviously."

"You did not!" Pansy seemed way too overjoyed.

"It's true," Blaise confirmed. "And he said he'd like to see me again."

"Well, I'm happy he's moved on. He is quite a nice guy, just... Not my type, if you know what I mean," Hermione laughed.

Blaise chuckled and nodded in understanding.

"You know, gross apple soup and room temperature pie isn't much of a feast," scoffed Lady Daphne.

"Drink some wine, then. Or something stronger. You won't care when you're drunk," said Sir Harry. He didn't know why they were even doing this in the first place, and Lady Daphne definitely wasn't making it any better.

"Why are you still here?" she spat back.

Sir Harry looked at Draco for help explaining, but all he did was shrug his shoulders. "Um, well, I-- I like it here." It wasn't exactly a lie, but he didn't know if trusted Lady Daphne much anymore. Or even at all, to begin with.

"You're a traitor, then."

"How--"

"In case you didn't notice, there's a war going on," Lady Daphne pointed out. "And who are you supposed to listen to? King Arthur, that's who. But yet, you seem to be listening to Draco a lot more now. Am I wrong?"

"I second that, actually," said Hermione quietly. "I overheard some knights speaking not too long ago. They said something about how they were looking for someone -- that they were wanted alive or dead."

"You think they were talking about me?" He tried to hide the fear in his voice.

Draco shifted in his seat, but didn't say anything. Sir Harry wondered if he was worried for him. However, his silent question was answered whenever Draco picked up one of the two bottles of wine they had to share, and took a huge swig from it.

"Um--" He paused whenever he realized he had no idea what to say. Nothing was coming to his mind, other than the fact that he was a wanted fugitive, and that Draco seemed to have an alcohol dependency.

"Don't worry. You'll be safe here," Draco suddenly spoke up. Sir Harry looked at him, and they locked eyes, and Sir Harry could've sworn he felt his heart stop for a second. When he finally glanced away, Draco spoke again, "Anyway, we need to discuss what to do about Voldemort."