[✓] 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. draco malfoy

16| The New Minister

''𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨.''

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𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆. I had to remind him of the people who broke into the Ministry. He didn't falter. I reassured him that I was fine and could go on my own, seeing as it might be better that way, anyway. Hermione never really liked Draco and I didn't want her getting any ideas. 

Now, I was walking through the Ministry with my head kept down. I didn't need to attract any unnecessary attention. I avoided touching anyone, also trying to avoid the wand check near the entrances. I didn't have my wand with me, so that would've gone bad in more than one way. 

A man with a stubble on his face walks by, giving me a side glance before doing a double take. He was about to shove my shoulder, but thought against it and spoke; ''Oh, g-good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy.'' 

I nodded, watching the man carefully move around my side. Being Draco Malfoy has it's perks. 

Maybe I should go back.

Earlier, when I had told Draco that he wasn't coming with me to the Ministry, he handed me a bottle of Polyjuice Potion. I didn't ask where he got it from or when he had the time to make it, but simply took it and stuffed it in my pocket. 

I probably should've asked or checked the potion to see who's hair was in it. Because the next thing I know, I'm just around the corner and shifting into Draco Malfoy. He never told me how long it lasts, but hopefully, long enough for me to find Hermione. 

I stick my tongue out and run it along my bottom lip, looking back and forth down the large corridors with the marbled floors. I scrunch my nose in disgust, before settling in the left corridor. Even with the past memories of taking Polyjuice Potion, I still cannot get past the taste. Goblin piss, as Mad-Eye had put it.

And till this day, I'm still curious how he knew it tasted like Goblin piss. But maybe it was better to not ask and just leave it be. 

I was at the end of the corridor in a few long strides. Another perk about being Draco, I can move faster around these corridors because I don't have my short legs. But then again, the attention is kind of necessary. 

Passing by a few doors, a wave of nostalgia hits me. And not the good kind. 

When we rushed through here back in fifth year, trying to save Sirius from The Dark Lord. Harry thought he had seen him in a vision, turns out, it was all just a trap. A plan set up by him. We lost one of ours that day. 

The day when the trio and I had snuck in here, trying to find Salazar Slytherin's locket. We had used Polyjuice then, too. The Dementors had chased us out of the courtroom, about to kill us all. But Marcus... Marcus risked his life for the lives of many. 

The Ministry isn't a very memorable place. 

One hand was placed against the cold surface of the wall, I was hunched over a bit, looking down at the floor. 

''Mr. Malfoy?'' Someone rushed over, not touching me, but standing close by. ''Are you all right, sir?'' 

I stood up, brushing down the suit that I currently wore. Yeah, seems Draco gave me a bag with his suit in it, too. He could've at least told me before I spend fifteen minutes trying to figure it all out before.