Slytherins Heir [Draco X Reader] - Year Three

Chapter twenty four - Traitor

Y/n pov   

You four went to the three broomsticks. You, Harry and Hermione sat don in a corner as to not be recognized. Ron came back with four foaming tankards of butterbeer Ron kindly passed them out and then raised his tankard.

"Merry Christmas." Ron said. You all took a swig. It was so warm and fuzzy, oh how you loved butter beer.

You felt a sudden cold breeze you looked over and saw Professors, McGonagall and Flitwick followed by Hagrid and Cornelius Fudge the minister of Magic himself.
Hermione's quick thinking magically moved a Christmas tree in front of your table and to be extra sure you and Harry hid under the table with the invisibility cloak on.

It was the table beside theirs they had chosen a seat. They must've thought themselves alone from everyone else. You see bright sparkly teal heels come towards the table and a women's voice.

"A small gillywater?" the women askes.

"mine." McGonagall claimed.

"Four pints of mulled mead- "

"Ta Rosmerta." Hagrid said. So her name was Rosmerta.

"A cherry syrup and soda with ice and umbrella-"

"mmm-"" Flitwick cut her off.

"So, you'll be the redcurrent rum, minister?" Rosmerta asks.

"Thank you Rosmerta my dear, Lovely to see you again, I say, please come and join us." The minister invites. You hated him, perhaps him dragging you to Azkaban had something to do with that.

"Well thank you very much minister." Rosmerta says.

Her heels clicked away and almost as fast she was back.

"Cloak?" You whispered barely above a breath, pointing to the door but he shook his head and pointed to how close they were. Think about how odd it'd be if a sudden random cold gust of wind came in, it'd be suspicious. You nodded.

"So, what brings you to this neck of the woods Minister?" Rosmerta asks.

Fudge twisted in his seat clearly looking for anyone listening in. Clearly finding none spoke.

"What else but Sirius black? I daresay you heard what happened at the school on Halloween?" Fudge asked.

"I did hear rumors." Rosmerta answered. "Do you think Black's still in the area minister?" She added.

"Oh, I'm certain." Fudge said sternly.

"Dementors all over, they've searched here twice, bad for business." Rosmerta told the minister.

"I dislike them as much as you but it's a necessary percussion." Fudge told the woman.

"They're here to protect you from something much worse .... We all know what Black's capable of..." Fudge said shaking.

"You know I still have trouble believing it, of all the people to go dark side, Sirius Black was the last I'd have thought ... I mean I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts if you told me then what was going to happen, I would've said you'd had too much mead." Rosmerta said.