The Fractured Flame | Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Ten: An Interesting Group

"Silencio." The spell hit Ron directly in the trachea and any noises that tried to escape were caught in his throat; causing him to cough silently and sporadically. It didn't help that Draco was up and out of his seat again, but this time he had Ron thrown against the wall with his wand gripped tightly in his free hand. "Granger had plenty of time to defend herself, but your fucking voice is like nails on a chalkboard. I don't give a fuck what you believe nor whether you want me alive or not. She might tolerate the disrespect, but so help me Salazar, if you ever speak to her in that manner ever again... I'm going to shove that pathetic excuse for a wand core down your throat and make you wish that you'd died on the battlefield instead of the other Weasley. Are we clear?"

It was deadly quiet for a moment, but then everyone was made aware of two people who'd returned with bags of sandwiches and chips from the Three Broomsticks. Harry regarded the situation amused and a bit bewildered whereas Ginny had the largest smirk on her face. Though both of them had a tinge of annoyance in their eyes from the Fred comment. They mourned everyone's deaths on the 2nd instead of celebrating.

"Malfoy, if you could put him down, I'd appreciate it." Harry quipped, noticing the faint remnants of breakfast. "Sorry we're late. There was a Hippogriff loose in Hogsmeade."

Ginny nodded, still smirking, but her eyes were trained on Hermione. She could almost hear her highly entertained voice, singing in her head.

We're talking about this later.

An Interesting Group - THEO POV

Theo had been in a lot of uncomfortable situations... But this... This took the cake. Potter and soon-to-be Potter shared the loveseat. The Weasel was seated in the other recliner, eating. He was sulking over his wand and Ginny had instructed Potter not to fix his voice. It appeared she knew better than anyone that her brother would only have useless insults to comment as long as Draco was in the room. Theo took one of the sandwiches even though he'd just ate Hermione's breakfast.

He needed to keep his hands busy and the breakfast had been a light one. He could stomach a sandwich unlike his best mate. Speaking of the sour git, he was leaning against the floo chimney, the farthest away from all of them. His arms were crossed and he was looking out the nearby window, no doubt a habit from his time during the war. When he was uncomfortable in Malfoy Manor, Draco would stare out the window and pretend he was somewhere else.

"Draco, there's eleven people dead, including one known Dark Artifacts dealer. The Japanese Auror office is asking for you to be brought in for questioning." Potter informed him solemnly, "The... Still hasn't been found, but we know when and where the... Will be. Why did you go there? Without me?" Potter coughed as the Unbreakable Vow he'd made with Draco got in the way.

The blond wizard snorted inwardly, "I think I've heard this joke in a bar once. A prior Death Eater and an Auror walk into a Dark Wizard's office..." He rolled his eyes, "Does that sound like a fucking good idea to you?"

"Not really, but maybe you wouldn't have had nearly every bone broken in your body this way. Hermione looks bloody exhausted from spending hours healing you after a night of practically no sleep." Potter snapped, tired of the Malfoy temperament, "You can't be doing things alone if you want my help."

Draco pushed off the chimney, "Then I don't need your help anymore. You're off the case. Theo? Let's go."

A wave of annoyance swept through him. He wasn't his lackey, but most importantly he wasn't finished with his sandwich.