Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Poisoned Friend || one-hundred and seven

"It's so easy for them to get to you!" Hermione exclaims in distress, eyes scanning over the Daily Prophet again and again, still hardly able to believe the news. "You're bloody lucky you weren't killed. You have to realise who you are, Harry!"

"I know who I am, Hermione, alright?" Harry said crossly, his expression tired and drained. Hermione turned her head, the look in her eyes giving away the fact she didn't appreciate his tone. "Sorry..." he quickly muttered, brushing his hair carelessly to the side.

"You can't blame him, Hermione." I add calmly, ducking slightly to avoid getting hit by a paper ball that was thrown across the corridor. "It was the holidays. Everyone just wanted to let things slip from mind. No one was expecting a bunch of Death Eaters to come knocking on Christmas Day."

"Well you need to start expecting it." Hermione scoffed, "Death Eaters are known to attack when their victims are prone to vulnerability. That's how they managed to lure Harry out the safe house, they used Bellatrix Lestrange to mention the death of Sirius— sorry Harry— because they knew it would get to him. Can't you see? When the only Aurors available came running, the "outnumbered" Death Eaters retreated and struck the house instead, leaving you even more vulnerable at the loss of a safe house. It would have all been carefully planned, and I'm sure they have many more tricks up their sleeves waiting to be put in place."

"Every time they attack that's new information to us. If we could just start off with something simple— perhaps writing reports— we can collect data over time and analyse any patterns in their strategy. If we can figure out what's a trap and what's not, it can buy us both time and the survival rates of our people." I try to explain, watching as Hermione rolled her jaw.

"In that case the war will drag on for years— the first Wizarding War lasted for eleven years and that was prior to the prophecy. At the end of the day, we can all lay our paths down to aid Harry, but he must be the one to stop You-Know-Who. And I'm afraid Harry won't be able to last eleven years with all of that pressure all on his own."

"But he's not all on his own—,"

A sudden bout of shriek giggles split through the air, interrupting us all mid-conversation.

Unfortunately we ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Step it up, Lavender Brown and Ronald Weasley. Perhaps the most annoying couple of the century caught in their prime only a few feet away from us.

"Lav, come on," Ron muttered as Lavender draped a necklace around his neck, "Of course I'll wear it."

Lavender's eyes melted in adoration, immediately clinging to Ron's arm. "That's my Won-Won!"

Hermione watched the Gryffindor throw herself all over him, an obvious grimace making its way across her face. "Excuse me, I have to go and vomit..."

"You do that, 'Mione." I mutter, giving her a shoulder a light pat as she began to back away, flashing us one last weak smile before turning on her heels to stalk down the hallway.

My hand slipped into the pocket of my robes, discreetly pulling out a packet of chewing gum. When no one was looking, I slipped a piece into my mouth, quickly chewing it the closer we walked towards the couple.

When we were only arms-length away from the couple, I couldn't help but quickly turn my head, lips pursed as the ball of gum shot right out of my mouth. Ron slowly looked up, disgusted as he slowly peeled out the lump of gum stuck in his red hair.