Midnight Meetings

Part 25- Forgive me gift

Draco Pov:
Living without Potter is hell! I have nothing to distract me from the thousands of letters I get from the dark lord and his little squad every day and frankly life was getting boring. "Pans, I need him back or I'll die from boredom or sexual frustration!" I groaned from my bed.
"I cant even go past your bed without hearing about Potter. Literally an hour ago you were planning his death with the dark lord and now you want to fuck him. Make your mind up! You either want to fuck him up or for him to come fuck you up." She ranted as she stood at the end of my bed.
"You don't have to remind me about that. What do I do to get him back?" I asked.
"I literally don't have the time for this. Buy him something that will be of worth to him, which wont be that hard as the only gifts he gets are from the Weasleys."
"B-"
"Before you even try to interrupt me, if a member of your dads little gang see's you, you can say its for your mother." Pansy snapped before walking off. I sat there stunned, that girl was powerful sometimes. I guess she learnt from the best. Her idea bounced about in my mind a bit as I ignored three owls fly into the room. They sat there with their piercing black eyes piercing into my soul. More letters from the dark lord. Sighing, I got up and gave them the piles of answers I had already written. It was like he was obsessed with me. Well more Potter, as i have to send him daily updates of what he's up to. Reluctantly, i stared at the ever growing pile of black enveloped letters on my trunk. I could sit here for hours again and answer them all or go into Hogsmeade and purchase a little gift for Harry. I guess I had to purchase more Parchment and ink and i guess some sweets wouldn't kill me, so why not pick up a little gift in between.

As i walked through the Hogwarts grounds, i saw at least 100 dark, daunting eagle owls fly towards the closest outside entrance to the slytherin common rooms. A majority of the students were outside including Potter and his friends. As i walked past, i heard them whisper about me.
"Where do you think he's going?" Hermione whispered.
"Probably to practice his murdering skills." Ron answered. Even without looking i could feel Harrys cold, heartless glare stabbing me in the back. I deserved that.
"He's probably going to meet with the rest of the Dark marked scum!" He spat, louder than the others. I pulled the sleeve of my robe down over my left arm and my new dark mark. It almost felt as if it was burning (like my tear filled eyes) as he spoke about it. I wasn't proud of it; far from actually. I had only had it for twenty-four hours and had spent a majority of the night before trying to hex it off or cut it off my skin. Pansy found me this morning, my arm looking like a complete mess and warned me about what would happen if the dark lord saw that. Now it sat under a thick coating of a healing potion and bandaging.

Hogsmeade was surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon. Normally the streets were bustling with people who would part to make way for my father and I to pass. Maybe they had caught on that something dark was about to take place unlike everyone at Hogwarts. Everyone seemed way to happy here and i actually found pleasure in the deserted streets. I made my way to Gringotts and got met immediately by a goblin who had a sickening grin on his face. Any goblin knew he was about to be the talk of the bank if he serves a Malfoy. Probably could get a raise if we took out/ put a large amount of money into our vaults.
"Master Malfoy! Always a pleasure to serve you and I see your father isn't here today with you, i guess he is a busy man. Anyway how may i be of assistance today?" He rambled. This was rare behaviour for a Goblin and i absolutely hated it.
"I need to take out some money to purchase some things."
"Of course sir, do you have your key?" I passed the glimmering, shined key into his grubby goblin hands and got into the cart. "Is there a specific amount you will be taking out?" he added and i shook my head.
"Enough to buy some letter materials and a gift for my mother." I replied coldly. The cart rushed down into the depths of the bank, passing people i might've known but were gone before i got take another glance. When we got to my vault, i thanked myself for not eating any breakfast. The goblin opened the safe to the tall towers of gleaming coins. He passed me a Green velvet bag (my fathers request) to fill with coins of various amounts. I probably took too much but my parents wont bother asking me on the brink of war. They're too sweet to me at the moment, especially with the dark lord breathing down our necks.

When i re-entered the streets of Hogsmeade, i recognised a few of the students slowly strolling down the streets, staring at the windows filled with things they cant afford. I rolled my eyes at them and made my way towards Scrivenshaft's Quill shop. Luckily, due to my status the shop owners will treat me as if I'm the greatest costumer to them. After extremely exaggerated welcomes, i slipped off the back of the shop under the watching eye of Scrivenshaft himself. I grabbed some Hippogriff feathered quills (something i have promised myself to buy since that dirty beast attacked me) and a stack of cream pressed parchment. Sitting on the other side of the shop was a variety of inks. I picked a set of blood red, forest green, starry silver and pure black; the dark lord favourites.
"Mr Malfoy, would you like that paper pressed with your family's coat of arms? Free of charge of course." Scrivenshaft asked. I stared at him and he grew pale and grabbed the parchment. "Of course you would, I'm terribly sorry sir." I smirked at this power play and realised how proud my father would be. After purchasing the items, with lots of discounts and a brochure of the collections coming soon, i made my way towards the other shops. Where the hell was i suppose to buy a present for a boy who hates my guts. Without thinking, i walked my way into the backstreets. I had taken many trips here with my father to collect and purchase things linked to the dark lord and his works. i glanced around the tall dark buildings, about to make my way back to the brighter streets, when something caught my eye. In the corner of the alley way was a small navy shop called Anonymous Gifts for the Secret Ones. It was exactly what i needed, almost too good to be true. I gathered up all my courage and made my way to the entrance of the shop. i pulled the collar of my robe up so it slightly covered my face and entered.

The inside was coated in the same navy blue shade as the outside and fortunately for me was empty. There was a wall in the middle of the room with a desk leaning against it. I noticed the sign on the wall. WELCOME! We understand the privacy of this gift giving and want to make sure it stays completely private. Please sit at the desk and read the next set of instructions. I done as it said and sat as the dark wood desk, constantly looking back to make sure no one enters. Next i noticed a small sign pinned to the wall. If you don't know what to purchase this special someone, feel free to glance through the catalogue of the things we had made before. Before reading on i decided that this would be a good idea. A lot of the things in the book slightly scarred me for life but was extremely tempting to send to harry. however, my eyes landed on something on the final page. Is there a special house or building important to the person you are thinking of? Leave the address of the building and we will make a miniature version. For an extra cost, we can enchant it to hold the people that the person loves the most and would want in the house. My heart sprang at the sight. This is perfect! The sign said that I should write my order down on the piece of parchment with a personalised message (if i wanted) and a forwarding address. quickly and full of excitement, i done as it said.

The Special House with extra enchantments
address of house: I'm not entirely sure but it was where Lily and James Potter tragically died and where Harry was raised before that so I'm sure you know/ can figure out that address.
Person and their address: Mr Harry James Potter. Gryffindor Common room, downstairs boys bedroom, bed closest to the door, Hogwarts.
Personalised message: I'm sorry and i take back what i said. Fight with me and fight for us. Us against the world -D

I watched as my handwriting changed into a completely unrecognisable scrawl. I guess they meant it when they meant privacy. I slipped the paper into the little letter box and got up to leave. Suddenly another slip of paper returned. Price: forty Galleons, two Sickles and twenty-one Knuts. Jeez! i guess there really was a price of love. I placed the money in the enveloped attached to it and posted it back. Suddenly, a sign popped up out of nowhere and pointed me towards the back of the store. This will take you out to Diagon Alley where you will come out of a medicine shop. I hope our service was excellent and please come back again! I guess that really was private.

I walked back to Hogwarts with the thought of the gift on my mind. Would it be good enough? Would he like it? I even dared to smile at him when I walked back, ignoring the (extremely good) scowl he shot back at me. I was going to get my Potter back, one way or another.

A/n: hello, long time no see. Sorry I haven't updated in over a month, school has been living hell and this has been at the end of a very long list of work. Thank you so much for 3k reads!!! I'm sorry to inform you that there won't be many updates left till I finish this, sorry! Anyway hope you enjoyed this, byeeee