Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Professor Slughorn || Start of Sixth Year || chapter ninety-five

Draco laid down on his back against the comfy plush seat, his head resting in my lap while he silently stared up at the ceiling. His sharp eyes were studying the mere structure of the compartment while he thought deeply to himself, although he still enjoyed our quiet affection.

My hand rested on top of his muscly chest that gently rose and fell with every soft breath he took, my other hand gently resting against his head where my fingers gently played with the soft strands of his platinum blond hair.

His black dress shirt had been unbuttoned at the top, and his black tie had been completely untied, the satin material loosely laying against either side of his chest. His sleeves had been rolled up halfway to reveal his strong veiny arms, both of them wrapped contently around his abdomen.

He kept quietly to himself, a half-drunk cup of coffee and his wand resting on the small table in front of our seats. The train gently rocked from side to side, and every now and then the Hogwarts Express would blow its roaring whistle.

Sometimes the usual lady who strolled past with her trolley would knock on our compartment window and offer some sweets like usual, and just like every year the little witch would take our money and continue to casually stroll away.

Draco shut his eyes for a few moment, enjoying the blissful feeling of my fingers gently stroking through his hair from his scalp to the very ends. His soft platinum blond strands would tangle in between my fingers every now and then, and he was perfectly content with me playing with the fluffy tufts. It was always something he enjoyed, he found it quite peaceful.

We didn't need to speak to enjoy each other's company. We could still enjoy spending affectionate time with each other without sharing even sharing a single word. That's just how tight our relationships bond has came to be.

Even though Draco remained entirely calm for the whole of the journey into the Scottish high-lands that laid in the North of Britain, Harry had been the complete opposite. He sat across from us, speculating what we had seen during the last days of our summer the whole time.

'So what was Blaise doing with that weird-looking cabinet? And who were all those people? Don't you see? It was a ceremony. An initiation.' Harry explains, already heading to a bizarre conclusion like always.

'Stop it, Harry. I know where you're going with this.' Hermione interrupts, sighing deeply when he continued to ignore her.

'It happened. He's one of them.' Harry implies, and I caught a small eye roll from where Draco laid his head in my lap.

'One of who?' Ron asks cluelessly.

'Harry's under the impression Blaise Zabini is now a Death Eater.' Hermione sighs, turning her head to shoot Harry a judgemental glare. Upon hearing this while gently twisting one of Draco's locks, I stop to look at Harry.

'You're barking!' Ron exclaims, a small breathy laugh escaping his lips. 'What would You-Know-Who want with a sod like Zabini?'

'Well, then what's he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for furniture?' Harry retorts crossly, although Ron didn't seem to bothered. I roll my eyes, resuming the gentle movements of my fingers stroking through Dracos hair.

'It's a creepy shop. He's a creepy bloke.' Ron shrugs, carelessly leaning further back into the plush train seats.

'Look, he was with a Death Eater. It only makes sense. Besides, Hermione saw it with her own eyes! So did Y/N, and Draco.'

I roll my eyes, not wanting to get involved.

Draco obviously felt the same considering he groaned quietly, diverting his sharp gaze to where Harry was sat fiercely defending his point.