Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

dark magic || one hundred and thirty

A night away was truly all I had needed. Even as we approached the tent, damp from last nights rain, which served as a reminder of the bitter reality in which we lived.

"Sure you're okay?" Draco asked softly, pausing in front of the entrance.

"I'm okay," I reassured him, a soft smile on my face. "Just act normal."

Draco dipped his head. "I will," he said plainly. "Buut—,"

"Draco."

"I just wanna make sure you definitely had enough to eat last night."

"That was the most I've eaten in weeks, Draco." I pointed out. "It was more than enough."

"Alright, alright." He dropped his shoulders and pushed the soft fabric aside. I stepped into the tent first and he followed soon after. Inside was uncomfortably still. Ron's radio was silent and he slept as quiet as a mouse. Harry too slept and Hermione was passed out by a pile of books.

I approached my pile of blankets and sat down. Somehow, just knowing those I loved were around me, alive, was enough to keep me at peace.

~

Birdsong drifted through the air. Morning had arrived, though you wouldn't think it, seeing as the sky was a dark grey and the earth smelt strongly of incoming rain.

Draco was down by the riverbed. He dipped his hand under the glistening flow of water, and when it reemerged, I caught a glimpse of a flask. He pulled a cork out from between his teeth and stoppered it before moving onto the next flask.

Further along, Hermione was sat atop of a fallen branch. Ron was next to her. She was tending to his arm.

Harry, however, sat alone; staring emptily into the distant trees. I moved a little closer, but even the crunch of leaves underfoot hadn't attracted his attention. His chest was stuttering— he was drawing short, rapid breaths in and out of his mouth. Then, all of the sudden, he went quiet and his eyes seemed to refocus.

"I thought it had stopped."

Harry looked up and saw me. He shook his head as I sat down on the ground in front of him.

"You can't let him in, Harry. Dumbledore himself said it. You have to close your mind. It's too dangerous—,"

"It's not a candle I can blow out, Y/N. It always burns, even if it's just a flicker. Can you understand that?" Harry snapped whilst eyeing me. I frowned when he looked away.

"Tell me. What you saw."

Harry closed his eyes for several moments. Then, he turned his head towards me and his green eyes found my own. I gently dipped my head, silently telling him to go on.

"He's found him. Vol—," he stopped, remembering the taboo. "You-Know-Who. He's found Gregorovitch—,"

"The wandmaker?" I questioned.

"Yes." Harry furrowed his brows. "How'd you know?"

"Draco's father originally wanted to send him to Durmstrang. That's where all their students got their wands from." I explained, "But what's he got to do with You-Know-Who?"

"You-Know-Who wants something Gregorovitch once had— dunno what. But he's desperate to have it. It's as if his life depends on it."