an empty street corner. then...i peer around a building. a few yards off, a witch approaches. i begin to walk, preceding her down the street, then kneel, fiddling with my shoelace. zap! the witch stiffens and falls...into the arms of Harry. i scurry over, taking her feet and help Harry hustle her out of view. we prop her up beside three other witches, one tall, one short, and another woman, all unconscious. Hermione is pouring polyjuice potion into four cups.
"right. lets do this. who gets who?" Ron asks looking at our four victims
"well, unless one of you fancies wearing a skirt I'm pretty sure me and Hermione will take the women." i say
Hermione leans down and plucks a hair from each woman. Ron frowns as he surveys the two remaining wizards.
"remember what we said. keep your eyes down. don't speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary. act as normal as possible. just do what you see everyone else doing. we do that--and with a bit of luck--we get ourselves inside. and then..." Hermione trails off
"it gets really tricky." Harry finishes
"correct." Hermione sighs
Harry observes the four people in front of us "this is completely mental."
"completely, utterly, without question." i say staring at the person i was about to temporarily become
"the world's mental. come on, drink up. we've got a Horcrux to find." Ron says
i observed myself in the mirror Hermione had provided. i had fiery red hair that was in the form of a bob. my eyes were a light green, my skin had gotten paler. and i was wearing a dark--almost Slytherin--green pant suit. i looked like i could possibly be a Weasley.
we emerge from behind the building.
Ron takes out an ID card "in case you're interested, I'm Reg Cattermole, Magical Maintenance Department."
"Mafalda Hopkirk, assistant in the Improper Use of Magic Office." Hermione says reading the tiny card
i feel the pocket of my pant suit and find, as well, an ID card "Morgon Evard...this can't be right." i say reading my card over again
"what?" Hermione asks stopping in her tracks to look at my terror-stricken face
"m..my job." i mumble
"what is it?" Harry asks
"assistant intern to Lucius Malfoy." i say staring at my ID card with wide eyes
Harry pats his pocket "if it makes you feel better, I'm nobody." he says
"no it doesn't." i mumble shoving my ID card into my pocket and trying to breath through my nerves
Hermione turns to Harry "you're somebody. be careful."
just then a skinny wizard strides by "morning, Reg! good luck today."
"oh...yeah. thanks." Ron mumbles
we watch as the skinny witch drops down the stairs into a public toilet
"what do you reckon she meant by 'good luck'?" Ron asks
we all shrug.
we part ways, Harry and Ron going to the Gentlemen's bathroom, and me and Hermione going into the Ladies.
Hermione and i enter, glance around, then, seeing as everyone else is doing so, slip into cubicles.
i enter, flushing sounds are all around me. i look to my left and see a pair of heels climb into the next toilet, then i look to my right, seeing Hermione.
"we flush ourselves in" she says slightly disgusted
"what?" i whisper/yell back
she nods
"that's disgusting." i say
i step up onto the toilet, dip my heels in gingerly, my feet being soaked by toilet water. "ew, ew, ew" i mumble. i reach up, pull the chain and am instantly sucked down. seconds later i come shooting out of a fireplace into the grand atrium of the Ministry of Magic. i see Hermione's already arrived and standing before a massive statue of black stone depicting a witch and wizard sitting upon hundreds of naked bodies twisting in pain. Harry and Ron join us
"are those...?" i begin
"muggles." Hermione finishes "in their rightful place" she says sadly
i glance to the base of the statue, where the words Magic Is Might are engraved. just then, a balding wizard bumps into Harry
"move it, will you--oh, Runcorn! forgive me..." the wizard says hurrying away, clearly frightened, as does another wizard, merely at the sight of Harry.
"you appear to be quite popular." i mumble
"i gotta tell you, I'm starting to freak out a bit." Ron says glancing around at all the motion
just then, a gang of young, rough-looking wizards, led by their leader, Scabior, enter the Atrium, pushing along a small group of captives.
"the Ministry must be hiring young, these days." Harry says observing
"they're not Ministry. they're Snatchers. they hunt Muggle-borns and blood-traitors for a prince." i say
Harry faces goes from calm to panic in a split second "how long did you say this batch of Polyjuice Potion would last Hermione?" Harry asks
"i didn't." Hermione says
suddenly i hear a voice i didn't expect to hear for a long time
"Morgon! get over here!" Lucius Malfoy yells from across the room
"shit. what do i do?" i whisper to Harry, Ron and Hermione
"you go!" Hermione whisper/yells
i speed walk over "y..yes?" i ask
"today you will be helping my son pack up my office." he shouts
Draco walks around his father with an unamused face on. he looked like this was the last thing he wanted to do. if only he knew...
"are you leaving, sir?" i ask
"no, you blithering idiot! I'm moving to a bigger office on the eighth floor." Lucius says before scurrying off to something
"lets go" Draco growls between gritted teeth before turning and walking towards the lift
i look back at Hermione, Ron and Harry. they have fear written all over their faces. but i don't. i finally got to see my love. Draco. but...do i tell him its really me? or will that blow all of our covers?
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True Love Conquers All (sequel to Loving You)
Fanfictionsequel to Loving You the last installment of the Draco Malfoy Love Story Series the one thing that i will always remember about my father is the story he would tell me every night before bed of a forbidden love between two people. a man and a woman...
