Silvermade || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Chapter 59 - The Slytherin Dungeon

That evening after dinner, I met up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the Entrance Hall, dragging an unwilling Draco behind me. The shocked faces of the three of them came into view when they saw who I was with.

"What's he doing here?!" Ron exclaimed.

"Obviously, I was dragged against my wishes." Draco spat. "Being in the presence of you three makes my skin itch."

"Draco." I said warningly. "You're supposed to do something, and that's not starting a fight, is it?"

Hermione and Harry looked confused, just like everyone at the Hall who saw us. It was, after all, extremely strange for Draco to be seen in the proximity of the three Gryffindors without it being a full-on fight.

Draco scowled, took a deep breath, looked unwillingly at Harry, and then spoke in a rapid manner.

"SorryaboutthebadgesPotterY/Nmademesaythis."

And before the words could sink into Harry, Draco stormed off.

"Draco!" I yelled after him. "That's not how you're supposed to do it!"

Draco stopped just as he was about to go into the dungeon corridor. He turned, grinned, and then stuck out his tongue at me before disappearing completely.

I irritably groaned. "What a child!"

"Did Malfoy just...apologize?!" Hermione exclaimed, eyes wide. I nodded, eliciting shocked reactions from the three.

"I don't think it's sincere, though." Harry said, unbelieving.

"Who cares?!" Ron said. "Malfoy apologized to you, mate! Malfoy!"

Harry and Hermione were still bewildered at what happened as the four of us left the Entrance Hall.

"Did you make him do that?" Harry asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. Told him he's got to apologize to you for the badges before I forgave him for not talking to me for weeks."

"You've really got Malfoy wrapped around your finger, don't you?" Hermione laughed.

"I'm just teaching him to become a decent human being." I chuckled.

"Malfoy? Become decent?" Ron scoffed. "I'd pet spiders first before that happens!"

The four of us were still laughing when we reached the Owlery. Harry wrote a letter to Sirius, and Ron offered Pigwidgeon to deliver it.

Harry filled Ron in about everything Sirius told him, including Karkaroff being a Death Eater. Although initially shocked, Ron quickly proceeded to saying Karkaroff was already suspicious-looking enough.

"I reckon Karkaroff entered your name in the Goblet to do you in!" Ron exclaimed. "He's got to be feeling really stupid now, isn't he? Didn't do you any harm, and you only got scratched by that Hornt — Oh Come on! I'll do it!"

Pigwidgeon was so over-excited at the idea of a delivery that he was flying around our heads and hooting incessantly. Ron grabbed Pigwidgeon out of the air and held him still while Harry attached the letter to its leg.

"There's now way that the other tasks are going to be as dangerous as the first had been, right?" Ron continued as he carried Pigwidgeon to the window.

A frown formed on my lips as I mused. "That doesn't follow the logic."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"The Triwizard Tournament is mapped for the tasks to get harder each time. They started with dragons — it's obvious that it will be far more dangerous going forward." I continued.