𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

DH ☆•°~'* 10

"The night will hold us close,
And the stars will guide us home."

❈🌠➵9¾♌ ⚯ 🗲━━━━━★. *･｡ﾟ✧⁺

But there is a cure in the house,
and not outside it, no,
not from others but from 
them,
their bloody strife. We sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.

'What are you reading?' 

Y/N was surprised to hear the question because he never thought Draco Malfoy would ever speak to Y/N without making a sneering comment. He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing his best festive clothes: an all-black outfit, to change things up.

'The Libation Bearers,' Y/N answered. 

'Ah, it's Leonora's, isn't it?' Draco asked. 'I've never heard of it before.'

'It's Muggle literature, you wouldn't have,' said Y/N, closing the book. 'What do you want?'

Draco raised his eyebrows. 

'Can't a bloke have a normal conversation without an ulterior motive?'

Y/N stared at him with a deadpan sort of look. 'You are Draco Malfoy.'

'Touché,' he said, straightening up. 'I was just wondering... Do you happen to know what your twin would like as a Christmas gift?'

'You're telling me you haven't given it any thought until now? Three days before Christmas?' 

'I have given it some thought,' Draco said with dignity. 'I just want a second opinion.'

'You've come to the wrong person, then, because I have no clue,' said Y/N. 'But I don't think she's into any flashy stuff, in case you had anything of the sort in mind...'

'You don't know your own twin?' asked Draco, incredulous. And there was that sneer.

'I wonder why,' muttered Y/N scornfully. 

Draco opened his mouth but his retort was drowned out by the sound of several men clamoring and jeering downstairs. Y/N met Draco's perplexed look.

Silently, they crept down to the ground floor to find out what the cacophony was all about. When they reached the hallway, Draco threw out an arm to stop Y/N, pushing him back into the shadows.

'What?' hissed Y/N. 

'She can't see you,' muttered Draco.

'Who can't-?'

But the answer appeared before them. Bound, gagged and dragged by three burly men, Luna Lovegood struggled faintly in an attempt to free herself. Her straggly hair was dishevelled, but there was no other mark showing that she fought against her captors.

Y/N's heart dropped sickly into his stomach. He made to step forwards again, but Draco pushed him back roughly, whipping around to face him.

'What do you think you're doing?' he said through gritted teeth. 

'Saving that girl,' said Y/N, careful not to say Luna's name.

Draco, too, was under the impression that Y/N's memories were still altered. Leonora has kept her word and not told him, or anyone else, that Y/N's mind was fully intact. Or as intact as a traumatised, kidnapped seventeen-year-old's mind could be.

'No, you won't,' spat Draco. 'Do you realise how much trouble-'

'I do not give a fu-'

'Why do you even care?' said Draco. 'What's it to you that some random blood traitor was captured?'