Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Breaking into the Ministry || chapter one-hundred and twenty-six

It was an empty street corner. A witch, Mafalda Hopkirk, rounded into the street only a few yards away. That's when Ron's ginger head peered around a building opposite the woman. His eyes flashed and he stepped out from the shadows, preceding her down the street.

Harry tightened his hand around his wand. Ron kneeled to the ground and fiddled with his shoelace, glancing briefly at Harry.

Zap!

The witch stiffened and fell backwards into the arms of Harry. Ron hurried towards the pair and took her by her feet. He helped hustle the woman out of view. Suddenly, the door behind me creaked and I looked over my shoulder to see Harry and Ron carrying in the third body of the day.

"First time Weasley's had a body count." Draco murmured. I elbowed him softly in the stomach which only made his lips quirk.

Harry and Ron prop the witch up between three wizards and another witch. One was tall, one was short, the other rather buff. The only thing they had in common was that they were all unconscious.

From the other side of the dark storage room, Hermione began to pour a brew of Polyjuice Potion into five separate cups.

"Right. So let's do it. Who gets who?" Ron asked, looking down at the five unconscious folks.

"Well, unless one of you boys fancy wearing a skirt..." Hermione leaned down, plucking a hair from the witch. Ron frowned as he surveyed the three remaining wizards. Hermione glanced back at Ron and held back a grin. She sprinkled the hair into the mixture and stirred it one last time before turning to the rest of us.

"Remember what we said. Keep your eyes down. Don't speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary." Hermione reminded, passing each of us a cup. "Act as normal as possible. Just do what you see everyone else doing. We do that and with a bit of luck we get ourselves inside. And then..."

"It gets really tricky." Harry added.

"Correct." Hermione muttered. Everyone looked once more at the stunned wizards before them.

"This is completely mental." Harry mumbled.

"Completely, utterly, without question." I sighed.

"The world's mental." Ron cleared his throat, lifting his cup below his chin. "Come on, drink up. We've got a Horcrux to find."

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The five of us emerged into Whitehall street, except this time, in our new identities. Ron took out an ID card which read: "Reg Cattermole, Magical Maintenance Department."

"Mafalda Hopkirk, assistant in the Improper Use of Magic Office." Read Hermione's.

"I'm nobody." Harry said, patting his pockets. I looked over at Draco, who now resembled a man, tall and slightly broad, with soft hazel eyes and a sop of brown curls. There was a faint scar across his cheek.

Neither of us had ID cards either.

"You're somebody." Hermione reminded. "Be careful."

Just then a skinny wizard strode by. "Morning, Reg! Good luck today."

Ron, caught off guard, responded in his usual tone of voice. "Oh... yeah. Thanks."

Harry and Hermione frowned. Ron glanced over to them and rolled his eyes, jerking his head towards the skinny wizard. All five of us look between each other once more before following.

Moments later, we appear outside of public toilets. The skinny wizard dropped down the stairs into the gentlemen quarter.

"What do you reckon he meant by 'Good luck.'?" Ron asked, anxious.