The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 11 ✔️

Charlotte's POV-

"I'll fix this," I whispered shoving the food in Peter's arms, before running after Malfoy. He was definitely faster than I was, his legs were longer, he took wider steps, but I was more determined to get him not to talk about Peter. 

"Draco!" I called after him, but he clearly wasn't listening. I was catching up to him, I managed to get a less than a foot away from him, I lunged towards him, and tackled him to the ground.

"Ow!" Malfoy shouted, as we fell to the ground, I sat up, basically sitting on him, my legs on either side of his back, putting a hand over his mouth. I leaned down whispering in his ear.

"Don't you dare scream," I got off of him, and pulled him up by the arm, and into the nearest broom closet. 

"Help! Crazy lady!" He shouted, before I shut the door behind us, I turned around glaring at him.

"Peter! You're with a murder! Are you trying to kill your whole family? What are doing with that man!" He yelled; I covered his mouth with my hand.

"Shut up and listen! If I let you go, will you stop screaming?" I asked. He nodded. I dragged my hand away from his mouth. Malfoy was staring at me, his eyes scanning my face, I could tell he was thinking about what to do, or processing what he saw. 

"Peter Pettigrew is innocent."

"What?" Malfoy asked,

"He's innocent," I repeated.

"I heard that! How?" I asked. I signed and started explaining everything to him. Malfoy listened intently, nodding along with every word I said.

"And you believe him?" He asked once I was finished.

"Yes, I do."

"How? How has he proved it to you? Peter Pettigrew is famous for your family's betrayal, and you're going to come here and tell me he's innocent?" Malfoy asked, I nodded.

"He is, Draco. Please, you have to keep this a secret." I begged. Draco tilted his head at me, running his tongue over his teeth, before smirking.

"What's in it for me?" I gaped at him.

"Well, I could just go, say I saw Pettigrew in the forest, and you were with him. You'll get arrested, Pettigrew will get arrested, I'll get the reward, honestly that sounds like the better option, so tell me, what's in it for me?" He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, as he leaned against the wall. 

"You are an ass, Draco Malfoy." 

"Not the first time I've heard that, probably won't be the last, so come on tell me." Draco shrugged.

"What would you want?" I asked. Malfoy bit his bottom lip, as he looked at the celling of the broom closet thinking. 

"Hm let's see." He teased. Malfoy was probably going to make me clean his shoes, or tell him about Quidditch tactics, or mess with Harry somehow. 

"I want you to spend every Saturday with me." Out of all the things I thought he'd want me to do that was definitely not one of them. 

"What? Why in the world would I do that?"

"Because It'll piss off Potter, and that's always been a goal of mine, you know." Malfoy said. I groaned, as he stepped closer to me, his eyes shining in glory. 

"Anything else? I'll do anything else!"

"Nothing you can do for me, exactly. You don't play quidditch, so I can't ask you to throw the match. I don't know how good you are in school yet, so you can't do my work for me, so we can settle on the last one, us bothering Potter." He smirked, as he put one hand against the wall, next to me face. My breath hitched as he leaned closer, feeling suddenly trapped.

"You promise you won't tell anyone about Peter?" I whispered, Malfoy nodded, his face a couple inches from mine. 

"I swear on my mother's life that I will never tell anyone about Pettigrew." Malfoy said, dramatically putting a hand on his heart.

"Fine, but I can't say, I'll enjoy it." I whispered, he tilted his head at me, smirking. 

"I never said you were, I won't either, but if it makes Potter angry, then I'll enjoy it." 

"I hate you,"

"I hate you too, but I'll keep your secret." Malfoy smirked, his face was flush from running, his hair was messy and tussled from the fall, there were dirt on his clothes. I couldn't say he was ugly, no actually he was quite attractive which made me even more annoyed, why couldn't he have been ugly and annoying? 

I felt like he was examining me, his eyes swept over my face but I couldn't think to much about it before the door was slammed open, making him jump away from me. 

"What are you two doing!" I heard Harry demand, he looked between our flushed faces, our tussled hair, and messed up clothes, I could practically see the smoke rising out of his ears.

"Harry! It's not what it looks like!" I said, as Harry grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the broom closet, slamming the door shut on a smirking Malfoy.

"What were you doing!"

"Talking!" 

"You were talking with him? Him! In a closet!" Harry demanded.

"Listen Harry! I swear- " The closet door opened again, and Malfoy strolled out, his hair and clothes somewhat more presentable.

"I'll see you on Saturday." Malfoy smirked, he winked at me, putting his hands in his pockets, before strolling down the hall.

"I'm going to kill him."

"You are not! You are going to Hogsmeade! Go!" I said,

"I-"

"No! You need to go because you've been crying about going to Hogsmeade for the entire year! Understand? I'm going to stay here." 

"Are you sure you don't want to come with?" Harry asked. I did want to go, but I knew that Peter was probably pacing the forest, wondering if he should run or not. 

"No, maybe next time."

"Okay, I better head out. I'll see you when I get back." I nodded, and waited for him to turn the corner before I ran down the hallway, out the castle and into the forest. I went back to where I left Peter, finding the food and Peter in his rat form pacing. 

"Peter, it's okay. He won't tell anyone." I said, Peter transformed back into his human self, shaking his head, he still looked terrified, he looked over my shoulder probably wondering where Malfoy was. 

"Who was that?"

"That was Draco Malfoy."

"A Malfoy! He'll never do it! His parents were death eaters."

"Don't worry, he promised me he wouldn't tell anyone. He wanted something from me, and I gave it to him." I explained, leaning down and picking up the brown bag. I opened it for Peter, the smell of the roasted chicken, and veggies distracted Peter. He sat down taking the bag from my hand and took out a large chicken drum. I sat down next to him, opening the bottle of juice for him.

"What does he want from you?" Peter asked me. 

"He wants me to spend every Saturday with him." Peter started choking on a piece of chicken, I rubbed his bag, handing him the bottle of juice. 

"Why would he want that? Does he fancy you or something?" 

"God, no! He just wants to use me to bother Harry. Harry hates him, some spending time with Malfoy will kill him. Even if it means making us both suffer." I shrugged. As Peter handed me a chicken drum.

"I don't like eating alone," He said, when I opened my mouth to protest. 

"You don't have to. I'll go somewhere else. It'll be fine." Peter shrugged, I shook my head, putting a hand on his arm. 

"No, no, honestly, it's fine. Malfoy would just have found another way to bother me and Harry anyway." I explained.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, now eat."