Apart from the fact that Draco didn't expect to see anyone, he didn't expect to see Ron and Hermione even for a moment.
From the moment he left Potter alone in the room until his encounter with the two, he had made his appearance somewhat closer to that of a civilized person.
He was especially afraid of Hermione's reaction.
The red drops of the potion on his face and hands, bags under his eyelids, the golden magic under the skin of his neck will definitely scare anyone.
What's more frightening is that he was no longer sure of the existence of any of this.
Illusion, believing in illusion, was even more terrifying.
As he walked down the stairs, he looked for some words to start a conversation with Ron and Hermione.
Apparently, the whole mansion was listening to Draco's words.
He tried to clear his throat, which had the opposite result.
"How are you?" he said.
He couldn't make a particular impression on Ron's smirk but Hermione helped him.
"Where the hell were you? Harry also vanished into thin air..."
Draco looked at the empty spot on the statue that Harry had broken.
"Uh... Harry... Yeah, he's alright..." He answered in a suspicious tone.
Ron's questions didn't allow him to breathe.
His ^what do you mean?^'s and ^where's Harry^'s made Draco subconsciously point his thumb behind him. "He's upstairs."
And at the same time as Ron ran towards the stairs, he raised his voice. "And don't go upstairs!"
This time no one listened to him. Ron and Hermione were halfway up the stairs before Draco could even finish his sentence.
He tried to control his dizziness and followed them.
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•|Blood potion|• HP
FanfictionA house whose door is half open is not a good sign at all. Especially if that house is the house of Harry James Potter, the famous Auror of the Ministry of Magic. Blood Potion tells the story about two years after Ginny and Harry's marriage, regardl...
