Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

The Locket's Location || chapter one-hundred and twenty-four

Ron fiddled with the radio. It whistled eerily through the drawing room as he attempted to find a signal. Hermione sat down beside him and took his hands away from the radio and instead placed them on the keys of the piano. She quietly began to play.

Draco had me settled on his lap, my head resting in the crook of his neck. He gently stroked his fingers through my hair and hummed soft melodies in my ear. Whenever he heard the faintest of sighs escape my lips, he tangled his fingers into my scalp and pressed me closer to him. "Shh..." He would whisper into my ear.

Ron tried to play the piano to the best of his abilities. When Hermione paused to give him the opportunity to have a go, his fingers pressed down on the keys far too hard. Hermione would laugh quietly and take his hand in hers, guiding him along the keys,

On the other side of the drawing room, Harry laid on his back, studying the Golden Snitch in his palm, its wing flapping slowly.

"They have flesh memories."

Harry turned. Hermione had turned in her seat and was now eyeing the snitch. Ron was still clumsily trying to play the piano besides her. "Snitches. They're never touched by bare skin until the Seeker captures it. Even the wizard who fabricates it wears gloves. That way, if there's a dispute, the Snitch can identify who first touched it."

"You mean... it remembers me?" Harry asked, looking back at the snitch.

Hermione nodded. "When Scrimgeour first gave it to you, I thought it might open at your touch— that Dumbledore had hidden something in it."

Harry pondered this, eyeing the wings that flapped slowly.

"Scrimgeour thought it would too." I murmured quietly from where I sat. Harry and Hermione both turned their heads towards me. Draco pulled back and tilted his head. "What was that, darling?"

I pull my head out of the crook of Draco's neck and turn to face the rest. "Scrimgeour. His body language— he was tense. When Harry took the Snitch from him, his face dropped. Like he had been expecting a reaction to occur."

Hermione's eyes flashed. She began to delve into thought and Harry considered this when— Crack!

The sound of heavy feet stumbled down the hall. Everyone looked up at once. Shadows spilled from a far door and pots crashed from within the kitchen. Draco lifted me up from his lap while Harry and Hermione raced off into the source of havoc.

Moments later, Draco and I also emerged, a light thrum of rain pelting against the kitchen windows. Mundungus stumbled across the kitchen, Kreacher hung around the back of his head and another elf holding onto his left calf.

"Get off!" He grunted.

There was a small gasp. A tiny figure, wet and ragged, tumbled into view. It was Dobby. He was the one that clung to Mundugus's left calf.

"Harry Potter!" Dobby's eyes widened. Kreacher, Dobby and Mundungus Fletcher tumbled from one side of the kitchen to the other. "So long it's been—,"

"Get off of me!" Mundungus scowled. He extended a hand, trying to balance himself when the two elves caused him to topple off his feet. Dobby rolled away from his leg and banged into the wall opposite himself.

Mundungus rolled to his feet, dripping wet, when his head struck the rack of pots and pans above him. He ducked to the ground, hands covering his bald head as multiple pans dropped to the ground. We all stopped and watched as the three scrambled to their feet.

"As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher!" Kreacher beamed. Mundungus scowled, his wand flashing.

"Expelliarmus!"