Being a hit-wizard is not easy | Drarry

Chapter fifteen

Despite the shortage of time Draco has left to get ready, he lies on the couch for at least twenty minutes with his eyes closed and he would have stayed there for a little while longer, had it not been for the sudden rustling sound coming from his jacket.

He sits up with a jolt, hands flying to his pockets. The jacket he's wearing is a muggle leather jacket of some brand or another to which Draco has added a few magical pockets to carry magical items, like his gold pouch or his wand when it's not strapped to his arm. As far as he remembers though, he hasn't put anything that can move inside them, which is why an unexpected noise coming from them takes Draco completely by surprise.

Since the pockets can't be seen nor felt from the outside, Draco has to put his hand in each of them to see if there's anything there that shouldn't be. The first three pockets come out empty, which leaves only the last one. When Draco's fingers come in contact with something soft and wiggling he's ashamed of the startled shriek that comes out of his mouth, digging into the pocket, without any precautions because that's how wise he is, he takes out whatever the thing is.

"What the..."

Sitting in his palm, with a satisfied expression, is the baby Niffler from Magical Menagerie.

"How...?" Draco is at a loss for words. How the hell has this tiny beast ended up in his jacket?

The Niffler is so small that he fits comfortably in Draco's palm and Draco watches as the creature digs into the pouch on his belly and takes out the silver sickle he has given him earlier, showing it to Draco and then hugging it to his chest, a happy gurgle coming from his long snout.

"Oh dear..."

This can't be happening, he already has a dinner to get ready for, he doesn't have time to deal with escaped Nifflers.

Putting the animal back in the pocket, he thanks his lazy ass for procrastinating in removing his glamours and apparates back to Diagon Alley, walking quickly to the animal shop, which is in the exact conditions he's left it, that is to say, empty.

He gets to the counter as the owner exits a door in the back to greet the new customer.

"Back so soon lad? Got any problems with the cat?" he asks in that gruffly tone of his.

"Oh no, she's perfect." Draco hastily says "Unfortunately, while I was here, this little guy," he says as he takes out the baby Niffler "has somehow found his way into my pocket. I'm so sorry, I have no idea how it happened."

The bald man takes a look at the Niffler, who's now walking back and forth the length of Draco's hand, and sighs. "Yeah, he does that, always manages to get out of his cage and hides in random places. Not to worry lad, just put him back." The man motions to the little cage and Draco moves to it to deposit the Niffler.

He opens the little door and sticks his hand inside, opening his fingers to let the animal gently slide into the cage, but the Niffler has other ideas. The small ball of fur grips Draco's fingers with surprising strength, wrapping himself around Draco's hand like a koala, then starts shrieking and crying loudly enough to gather the attention of all the animals in the shop.

Draco doesn't know what to do, he shakes his hand a bit, but the Niffler doesn't budge, only increases his efforts in trying to sound like a dying chicken.

Admitting defeat after a few more moments of listening to the tiny creature cry, Draco takes his hand out of the cage and the Niffler quietens, but his grip doesn't loosen.

He looks uncertain at the shop owner, hoping he'll have a clue on what to do now. The man just smiles slightly at the stubborn creature.

"Looks like he's chosen." He says and Draco frowns.