Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

The Three Broomsticks || chapter one-hundred

My teeth chattered as we trek through layers of fluffy white snow, a gentle breeze blowing a waft of icy snowflakes into my face. Footsteps already crossed over one other through the crisp snow ahead of us— especially seeing as most people were taking a trip down to Hogsmeade today.

Draco had become very obsessive and protective over the course of the past few days to say the least— especially seeing as I was still quite shaken up from the pregnancy scare after the other night.

He swooped his hand down to mine, and gently laced our fingers together. He kept my bare hand warm in his, relishing the heat from his black wooly gloves.

'For weeks, you carry around this book. Practically sleep with it, and yet you have no desire to find out who the Half-Blood Prince is?!' Hermione's stern voice drew me out of my thoughts, bringing up Harry's book for the thousandth time.

'I didn't say I wasn't curious and I don't sleep with it!' Harry retorts in his defence. I knew the pair were bound to start bickering, and had to hold back a mental sigh.

'Yeah right.' Ron quickly chimes in, giving a sarcastic chortle. 'Well, I like a nice chat before I go to bed. Now you're always reading that bloody book. It's like being with Hermione!'

Hermione shot Ron a threatening glare— forcing everyone else to stifle a laugh at the sight of the two.

'Well, I was curious. So I went to—,'

'The library.' Everyone else cut Hermione off in unison.

'And?' Harry questions, raising his bushy eyebrows at her.

Hermione sucked in a breath before letting out a massive huff, a reminisce of her breath filling the frosty air. 'And nothing! I couldn't find a reference anywhere to the Half-Blood Prince!'

'There we go.' Harry chirps, pretty unbothered. 'That settles it, then.'

Hermione frowned, clearly angered by Harry's ignorance.

Amidst the bickering, Draco quietly turned to me, whispering softly in my ear. 'You're awfully quiet, my love. You feeling okay?'

'Fine.' I answer softly, looking down at the footprints my feet imprinted within the snow. 'I'm just cold...'

'We're nearly there, darling. You'll warm up in no time.' Draco insists, holding my hand a little tighter in his own. He wishes he could put my mind back at ease, but nothing would get rid of the worry of just how easy small decisions could take a toll on your life— especially when it came to children.

Although the final test showed negative, I was still overly paranoid at times.

In middle of my interaction with Draco, Ron's oblivion, and Hermione's objection to something Harry had said to her— a large man emerged from the trees, beard crusted in white all while looking like a crazed Father Christmas.

'Hey, you five!' Hagrid bustles out from in between the branches that poked at the large man's face, and behind him, deep in the woods, I caught a glimpse of dark silhouettes. Aurors.

I smiled a little to myself, determined to be one of them one day. Draco noticed, and squeezed my hand. He knew exactly what I was thinking. Something he was still very much against.