A/n Reader has brought Draco to Dumbledore's office. What is her plan?
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For all her years at Hogwarts, she had never stepped foot in Dumbledore's office. So she relied heavily on Harry's description of the place for what she should expect.
The first thing she took notice of was the portraits hanging high on the walls; the past Headmasters and Headmistresses asleep in their paintings - or rather feigning sleep according to Harry. She was inclined to believe him when she caught one of the Headmasters taking a peek at her and Malfoy as they stepped further into the room. He covered it up with a snort and shifted in his 'sleep', turning his head away from them when he made eye contact.
The next thing that she noticed was that it was a rather large office, filled with odd and peculiar trinkets, books, and old magic, much like how she would expect Dumbledore's office to be. She saw the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor placed on the shelves behind his desk and his phoenix, Fawkes - if she was remembering correctly - sitting on his perch beside the desk.
The most peculiar item of all was the glass bottle filled with Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. She stared at the bottle for a moment, having not expected to see sweets on Dumbledore's desk. Personally, she hated them after Fred had offered her some in first year and she had the displeasure of eating one that tasted like earwax. Fred and George had a good laugh when they saw her face scrunch up in disgust. A true bonding moment for the three of them.
"Why have you brought me here?" Malfoy was visibly shaking beside her; his skin had gone pale and she could see a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. He looked like he was going to be sick. "Are you giving me up to Dumbledore?"
She ignored him, pushing aside the feeling of her heart lurching in her chest when she looked at him, and walked towards the desk.
"Professor," she called as she looked around his office.
The place was quiet apart from the soft snores coming from the portraits above them. Her palms grew sweaty as she wondered if she had mixed the days up; perhaps Dumbledore and Harry had a meeting today.
She glanced at Malfoy, wondering why he hadn't tried to leave yet but he was frozen in place. She looked around the office again, sighing to herself.
"You truly hate me, don't you?"
She glanced back at Malfoy to see a forlorn look on his face.
"Malfoy, shut up," she said.
She didn't have time for his dramatics. The air between them was tense and she could see more of the portraits 'discreetly' peeking at them curiously. They probably wondered what they were doing there. After all, it wasn't often that students other than Harry Potter visited Dumbledore's office.
"Professor Dumbledore," she called again in a last-ditch effort.
Her shoulders sagged when no reply came. It wasn't a big deal; she could try again another day. That's if she can convince Malfoy to come with her again.
"Come on, let's go," she said.
They turned to leave, one more eager than the other when a voice materialised behind them.
"Miss L/n, Mr. Malfoy, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
She turned back to see Dumbledore standing behind his desk.
"But you weren't - how did you - when did you - "
"Professor Dumbledore," she said, cutting off Malfoy's stutters. "It's nice to see you, sir."
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