My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 85

Draco's POV-

On the day of Bill and Fleur's wedding, we all got ready, with Mrs. Weasley screaming in our ears to get ready.

"Mum, stop brushing my hair," I said, ducking out of her way.

"Draco! Your hair is a mess and look at your face! It's paler than usual. Have you gotten any sleep? Have you been eating enough?" She asked. I rolled my eyes, fixing my tie.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." I lied, truthfully I hadn't been sleeping that well, just picturing Dora in trapped in a house with Voldemort makes me lose any sleep I had.

"Now, we're going to be late, let's go," I said, even though we were living with the Weasley's, we always managed to be late.

I fixed my hair one more time before we walked downstairs; I was wearing my best black suit for the occasion that Mum had brought for me.

We walked down to the others, who were showing the guests around. Fred showed my mother to her seat, winking at her, while Father was helping Mr. Weasley with some last-minute details to deal with.

"Is Fred flirting with my mother?" I asked as I watched Fred standing in front of Mum and throwing his head back in a fit of laughter.

"Probably," Ron said. I cringed, shaking my head, disgusted.

"Ugh, that's disturbing," I said, as Ron and Harry laughed. Harry had taken a Polyjuice potion, making him a pale, short, curly-haired ginger boy.

"Excellent. I think I see a few veela cousins. They'll need help to understand our English customs. I'll look after them... "George said, fixing his shirt.

"Not so fast, Your Holeyness," said Fred, who had come back from talking to my mother, and was knowing running towards the Veelas, George scowled at him.

"Here—permettez-moi to assiter vous," The veela girls giggled at him, as he lead the way, George being left to deal with the middle-aged women.

I had tried to help Hagrid to his seat, but Hagrid ended up smashing five chairs. I repaired the damages, while Hagrid shouted his apology to me.

"Hello Draco," Luna said, popping up from behind me.

"Hello, Luna," I said, managing a small smile for her.

"Are you alright Draco? You look like your heads all full of some wracksburg." She pointed at the top of her head.

"No, no, I'm alright."

"You don't seem so,"

"I know so," I said. She shrugged her shoulders before waving goodbye to me and walking over to Harry and Mr. Lovegood. I walked over to Ron and Harry, who had just been freed from their tasks.

"Nightmare, Muriel is. She used to come for Christmas every year, then, thank God, she took offense because Fred and George set off a Dungbomb under her chair at dinner. Dad always says she'll have written them out of her will—like they care, they're going to end up richer than anyone in the family, rate they're going... Wow," Ron stared speechless at Hermione who just walked over to us. Hermione was wearing a lilac-colored dress that went up to her knees, and her hair was a bit neater than usual.

"You look great!" Ron said, managing to finally speak.

"Always the tone of surprise." She grins.

"Your Great—Aunt Muriel doesn't agree, I just met her upstairs while she was giving Fleur the tiara. She says, 'Oh dear, is this the Muggle-born?' and then, 'Bad posture and skinny ankles."'

Ron rolled his eyes. We had a small conversation before the wedding had finally started.

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"Come and dance," Ron asked Hermione. Hermione grinned and took his extended hand before they both walked to the dance floor. I was left with Harry, and Krum, who was invited by Fleur, much to Ron's displeasure.

I took a drink of Butterbeer from a waiter that was walking past, and sipped it slowly, watching people dancing, talking, and laughing.

It was one of those moments that I had wished Dora was here; I pulled out the locket I had tucked in my shirt. She would have said something about spending time with the Weasley's, who still annoyed her to death. I would force her to dance with me, and she would finally have a fun time, just like the Yule Ball.

"Draco would you like to dance?" Luna asked, making me look up at her.

"Hmm? What sorry?"

"Dance, it would help get those creatures out of your head." She said,

"No thanks, I'm not in the mood," I said, but she shook her head, not wanting to take no for an answer.

"Come Draco, it will help."

"Really, I'm fine."

"That's what my mother said before all those things exploded at her," Luna said,

"Oh-okay fine I guess." I huffed, sipping the last of my drink, before standing up with her.

I tried to grab her hand, but she shook her head.

"No, that's not how you dance, it's not very fun," Luna said, and started dancing around in a circle, with her arms moving around like she was trying to whack something in the air.

Why not?

I thought, before starting to dance in a circle, and my hands acting like they were whacking something. It was fun, and I couldn't help but laugh every time I see her face.

Ron and Harry looked at me like I had gone mad, dancing like that until we heard a scream, and a patrouns sat on the table.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming. The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming. The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming. The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming." The voice of Kingsley said before it disappeared.

There was a pause before someone screamed, snapping everyone out of their thoughts. People started apparating out of the room. I searched widely around for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I spotted Hermione looking on the verge of tears.

"Ron! Ron!" She shouted as I grabbed her arm, and Harry grabbed mine. We saw cloaked mask figures running towards us, but we still couldn't seem to find Ron.

"Ron!" Hermione shouted again, but then Ron was there, and he caught Hermione's free arm. Then I felt the ground disappear, and my body was thrown around in every direction before we landed in a muggle city.