Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Luxurious London || chapter one-hundred and twenty-five

"You want the five of us to break into the Ministry?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at me, noticing the disbelief on my face.

"I know it sounds mad but hear me out—," Harry said, which made me lean back in my seat and scoff. "Hey, hey! I said hear me out— okay, listen. If we disguise ourselves, we can sneak into the Ministry and find Umbridge. Then, one way or another, we can find a way to corner her and get ahold of the necklace."

"Brilliant Harry." I clasped my hands, a cocky look on my face. "Truly. Because our life plans always turn out that simple, don't they?"

"As rag as I want to call Y/N right now, she does have a point..." Ron added. Harry turned his head to the side and shot Ron a hard glare. "Look mate, we have to find a way to get out of here before we worry about breaking into the Ministry. We've got Death Eaters rounding the backside of this whole house. They'll be expecting us to leave any day."

"Then we leave from somewhere else." Harry pressed his lips together. Everyone was now staring at him.

"Somewhere close enough to the Ministry but far enough from the safe house? Because that'll totally work." I scoffed.

"We're in London Y/N. We can apparate somewhere Central, find a hotel and blend with the muggles." Harry explained.

"A hotel? With what money?" I narrowed my eyes.

Draco suddenly cleared his throat and threw his wallet onto the table. "So, where are we going?"

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"Jesus Christ..." I breathe after Draco pushed our bedroom door open. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all next door, meanwhile Draco decided to purchase us our own private suite. There was a king-sized bed neatly made with whites, a large television opposite it, a door that led to a bathroom, a diamond chandelier overhead and a balcony through a set of glass doors.

"Well this is cosy." Draco hummed, kicking his shoes off by the door. I was slightly surprised when he pushed past me solely to flop down face first against the bed. Neither of us had slept in a bed for weeks.

Amused, I watched as he rolled over onto his back and had his head hung over the side of his bed. Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of something peculiar. There was a telephone on the wall. But of course, Draco wouldn't know what that was.

"What the f—,"

"It's a telephone, Draco." I explained before he could even ask. He turned his big blue eyes towards me and blinked cluelessly. "A tele-what?"

"A telephone." I said, amused. "You use it to contact people. You talk into it and someone at the other end can hear you and talk back. Mum used to use it when we went on holiday for room service."

Draco sat up and straightened his shirt slightly. "Room service?"

Lord send me strength.

"It's uh— the muggles who answer the phone— they come and bring you whatever you ask for. So like an extra pillow or blanket or—," I pick up a small menu from the nightstand. "Food."

Draco's eyes lit up. "I want food." He said bluntly and snatched the menu from my hands. His eyes raved the inked columns. "What do I do?"

"You dial reception, order like you would in a restaurant and then they'll come and bring it up to you."

"Oh I like the sound of this." Draco grinned, suddenly reaching over the phone and dialling a few random buttons. On the other side of the phone there was a faint, "Hi, how can I help you?"