My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 86

Draco's POV-

After managing to lose some death eaters that had followed us into a diner, we managed to go to Sirius's old house, Grimmulads place. We were greeted by numerous curses that we managed to block off.

"I'm going to take a shower," I told them. They nodded, too much on their minds to actually answer. I took the bag from Hermione, and surprisingly easily found my clothes, before trudging upstairs, and finding the bathroom easily from when I stay the summer here.

I turned the water and stripped out of my clothes, before hopping into the shower. I spent a couple of minutes rinsing off when I heard the door open.

"Hey! Occupied!" I snapped, pushing the curtain open a bit so I could see who it was. Harry was gripping the counter, his knuckles turning white, his head bent low, panting. He was having one of those visions again. Harry had the same expression on his face that he had at Hogwarts.

"What's going on?" I asked. He didn't answer, before he finally snapped out of it and took a deep breath.

"Nothing," He muttered,

"Was it Dora? Did you see her?" I asked. He shook his head, avoiding my eye contact.

"It's nothing." He muttered,

"No, it was her! What did you see? Tell me." I whispered. Harry shook his head.

"I didn't see anything." He said as Ron came in, asking if we wanted toothpaste.

"Oh god, is it just invade Draco's privacy day!" I yelled. Ron rolled his eyes at me as I glared at him.

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"Draco, we are going to sleep in the living room tonight. I have a sleeping bag here for all of us." Hermione said, as I came downstairs, my hair still a bit damp. She started taking out four sleeping bags.

"Why are you taking out four?" Ron asked Hermione, looking at him confused.

"What do you mean, there's four of us?" She pointed out. Ron shook his head.

"You sleep on the couch. We'll sleep on the ground," Ron pointed at the three of us.

"Whose we? I never agreed." I commented. Ron ignored me.

"I didn't either," Harry whispered, as we watched them go back and forth about the sleeping arrangement.

"Hermione! Sleep on the couch!"

"But we're all going to sleep in the bags I brought them for a reason!"

"Yes, for the three of us, now stop your fighting and sleep on the couch above me. Hermione stops being stubborn."

"Will you two shut up? Hermione sleeps on the couch. If I were you, I would." I muttered. They both huffed, but agreed. Harry, Ron, and I grabbed the sleeping bags from her and laid them down on opposite sides of the room. Ron put himself next to the couch and stared up at Hermione.

Harry fell asleep the instant his head hit the pillow, the day's energy leaving his body at once. I, on the other hand, stayed up, one hand around my locket and the other hand under my pillow trying to get comfortable.

I knew that vision Harry had earlier was about Dora, I could feel it all the way down to my bones. What was she doing? What was she watching? Was Dora hurt? God, if I just never forced her to go out with me in the fourth year, we wouldn't be in this mess. She wouldn't have been forced to be a death eater.

Those thoughts kept running through my mind all night. I glanced back over at Ron and Hermione; they were so in love it was annoying at this point. I watched Hermione lower her hand down and grasp Ron's hand. Ron, who apparently hadn't been sleeping, intertwined their fingers together.

My eyes felt heavier, and I finally managed to drift off to sleep, thinking of a happier time when Dora and I would be sneaking around Hogwarts.

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"Draco, Draco!" Hermione snapped, shaking me awake. I yawned, groaning at her.

"What is it?" I asked, peaking my eyes open. She had a distressed look on her face that instantly woke me up.

"Harry's not here!" She said. I jolted up, looking around. Ron was already awake. I could hear him shouting Harry's name in the kitchen.

"Where could he have gone?" I asked, standing up and rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes.

"I don't know. I woke up, and he was just not here! Do you think death eaters could have broken in?" She whispered in a hushed tone, her eyes scanning the room. Hermione's hair was a bigger mess than usual, in her pink pajamas and an oversized shirt.

"No, they would have just killed us," I said, but I picked up my wand anyway that I had laid out last night, next to my sleeping bag. Hermione shivered at the thought.

"I'll check upstairs, you check with Ron," I said. She nodded before hurrying off after Ron in the kitchen. I slowly made my way up the stairs, trying to avoid any stairs that would creak if I stepped on them.

Sirius's room door was creaked open slightly, and I could hear loud movements in the room. I pushed it open a bit more, seeing Harry looking around the room. The room itself was a big mess. I wasn't certain if some of it had been done by Sirius or Mundugus or Harry, for that matter. There were posters of models on the wall, muggle models, since the pictures weren't moving.

"Harry," I said softly, noticing the distressed look on his face.

"He's in here, guys!" I yelled down at the house.

"Good! Tell him from me he's a git!" Ron's annoyed booming voice echoed around the house.

"Harry, don't just disappear, please. We were terrified! Why did you come up here, anyway? What have you been doing?" I asked as I scanned the room over another time.

"Look what I've just found," He said, sounding happy, as he handed me a letter to read.

Dear Padfoot,

Thank you, thank you, for Harry's birthday present! It was his favorite by far. One year old and already zooming along on a toy broomstick, he looked so pleased with himself. I'm enclosing a picture so you can see it. You know it only rises about two feet off the ground but he nearly killed the cat and he smashed a horrible vase Petunia sent me for Christmas (no complaints there). Of course, James thought it was so funny, says he's going to be a great Quidditch player, but we've had to pack away all the ornaments and make sure we don't take our eyes off him when he gets going. We had a very quiet birthday tea, just us and old Bathilda, who has always been sweet to us and who dotes on Harry. We were so sorry you couldn't come, but the Order's got to come first, and Harry's not old enough to know it's his birthday, anyway! James is getting a bit frustrated. Shut up here. He tries not to show it but I can tell—also Dumbledore's still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much. Wormy was here last weekend. I thought he seemed down, but that was probably the next about the McKinnons; I cried all evening when I heard. Bathilda drops in most days. She's a fascinating old thing with 159 the most amazing stories about Dumbledore. I'm not sure he'd be pleased if he knew! I don't know how much to believe, actually because it seems incredible that Dumbledore.

Love,

Lilly.

"Oh, Harry..." I whispered, but he handed me a photograph before I could speak anymore.

"And there's this too!" It was a young baby Harry, you could tell by the glasses and dark hair. Young Harry was on a broomstick, and a pair of man's legs were running after him.

After a little convincing, I got Harry to come downstairs, but we met up with Ron and Hermione standing in front of another door.

"Guys look," Hermione said.

"You said R.A. B, yeah?" Ron asked,

"Yeah, R.A. B," Harry confirmed.

"Well, I think I just found him."