The weary wizarding world after the battle of hogwarts: The ministry orders all wizards and witches of ages 17 and 18 to return to Hogwarts, and .. marry to save the population that has been severely affected by the war.
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The R.O.R manifested into a dark room. A fire lit in the corner warmed the whole room. Draco breathed deeply, stepping into the room, as I entered after him. A picture on the wall caught my eye.
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"Is that Mallin and Wyll-" Draco began.
The fat lady was none other than Wyllt. Carmen Wyllt, our relationship 'counsellor'. Next to her stood Harmony Mallin, the thin wire.
"Yes." I said in a Luna-like voice, surprising my own self.
Another picture showcased the Mallet, another the fitatite. Rumour has it that only one lump of fitatite exists, as the head of the mallet, a caption read.
"So, where's the Mallet? What's your plan?" Draco sprung to life with questions.
"No one knows where the Mallet is. As of my plan, it is to pass on the Mallet to someone. I can't own it. I can't pass it on to you or Theo, since it would be bloody obvious. I do however, have someone in mind." I said.
"Hear me out on this, Dray. Harry Potter should own the Mallet." I said, "He has enough experience with the deathly hallows-" I was cut off by Draco.
"Perfect Potter. Might as well go and shag him, go on confess your true love to him." Draco said mockingly. "What are you waiting for?" He seethed, his eyes bloodshot.
"Draco- do you even hear me out on this?" I yelled.
"He'll always be better than me, won't he? Perfect Potter."
"Draco, you can't have the Mallet because it'll be obvious! And it is huge responsibility to handle! Besides." I shrieked.
He stood right there, frozen for a few seconds until he pulled me by my waist and pressed his lips onto mine, running his hands through my hair. His hands traveled to the bottom of my skirt, and things escalated...
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"So, we need Harry to duel you?" Hermione finished.
"Yes, Hermione. Got any plans?" I breathed. She knows Potter way better than I do, and suggested I just point my wand at him. He would just yell out Expelliarmus, even though he has a vast knowledge of defensive spells. Granger said she would deal with the rest of it - she'd tell Potter all about the Mallet.
There were still 3 golden hours to curfew, but since when do I care about the curfew?
Well, I do today, because Mallin will show up post curfew.
I saw Potter at the Quidditch pitch, idling around with Ronald.
"Oi Potter!" I called out. "POTTER" . He landed infront of me.
"Could you- show me the disarming charm? Please?" I said, keeping my wand at the ready.
And he did. Now, Hermione is the one to worry about the Mallet.
Not my Mallet anymore. Phew!
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DRACO's POV
That night, Y/n was freezing cold. I suspected her troubles would not end anytime soon, even though the Mallet is now a possession of Potter's. She now has Mallin and that goddamn ex who came back from Ilvermorny in her list of troubles.
Did I mention our N.E.W.T.S start in two weeks?
I wrapped my leg around her as she nuzzled my head into my chest. She suddenly kissed my neck, making my cheeks heat up.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll take it." She smiled, getting out of bed and opening the door to someone I would've killed on the spot, had it not meant Azkaban.
