Muggle With Magic

Dead Dove

"I'm telling you! It. Was. Malfoy." Harry emphasised every word with a finger hitting the table.

Draco rolled his eyes and Hermione looked hesitant. Ron, however, was for believing Harry, except... Well, he also had other priorities. "How are you sure?" Wearily asked Hermione.

"He's been wandering around at night."

"Oh?" Draco examined his nails - still refraining from gagging at the Gryffindor common room decor. "Anything else?"

"I... No," Draco scoffed and Hermione deflated in her seat, "But I just... have a feeling."

"I'm with you, mate." Ron said, full of confidence, "Always. Even if it's a bit barmy." Harry chuckled.

Wow, Draco could not believe it. How does Florian, a sixteen-year-old child, have the dark mark? A stamp that signifies he is evil, against anything muggle. He is fine with Draco being friends with non-pureblooded people. He scoffed, "I am not."

"Draco-"

"No," He interrupted Harry's protests and stood up, "you already know my stance on this, and I will not sit here and listen as you ridicule and insult my family." Marching out of the common room, Draco headed for Slytherin. He wanted to talk to Florian. He was going to tell Florian what Harry thought so they could prove him wrong and Harry can go back to being a normal teenager for a few months.

In the common room there were seventh years and Daphne Greengrass with her sister - Florian was supposed to marry her sister Astoria when they left school, even though he's apparently with Pansy (Florian doesn't like Pansy very much though, he thinks she's too clingy). Personally, Draco thought Astoria was a better fit for Florian because she doesn't put up with any of the blood-purist crap anyone spits.

Greeting them, he made his way to Florian's dorm, charging in without knocking. In Florian's hands was a dead bird. One as white as Harry's snowy owl but with beadier eyes and it looked like a dove. "Knock next time, muggle-lover." Florian sneered. "Were you raised in a barn?"

"Do I have to worry about you being a sociopath?" Draco asked, seeing the bird before Florian would put it anywhere.

"What do you want?"

"Now, I want to know why you have a dead bird."

"None of your business." Draco gave Florian a look and the boy grumbled, "I found it outside on the floor and... didn't want to leave it there."

Sighing, Draco went to the wardrobe and took an empty coat hanger. In the air, he drew a diagonal line then a rectangle around it and the coat hanger changed into a black cuboid box with a silver, metal lock and a silver line around the top. "Here." He gave Florian the box. Draco didn't know what he would have done if he saw the bird. Most likely, he would have left the bird where it was.

Grateful but still hesitant, Flotian took the box and carefully lowered the bird into it. "We can bury it if you want." Draco suggested.

Florian set his jaw, fully on board with the idea, "OK. Let's go " Draco didn't mean right in this instance, but he followed Florian out of the dungeons and to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

After burying the box, Florian added a white flower over the top and they went back to the castle in silence: Draco going to Muggle Studies and Florian to Ancient Ruins.

He was so thankful that Muggle Studies was a subject, because that means an easy A*, or an Outstanding. Today, they were learning about Muggle science, something Draco excelled at in muggle school.

While he was in Muggle Studies, Harry tried to concentrate in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Who else would it have been apart from Florian? Harry spent the entire hour and a half trying to figure it out. Deducing it could have been Snape, or maybe someone in Hogsmeade which opens up a whole can of Nargles he doesn't want to go into. If Draco wasn't here, Harry knows he wouldn't be thinking of alternative suspects, but he didn't linger on that for too long. Harry couldn't think of his life without Draco now.