𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 (Draco Malfoy x OC)

𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷

a/n -

This chapter is a little long, but it does include a certain blond slytherin boy ;)

Feedback is appreciated <3

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Olive

Sunlight streams through the open window, and I take in a sharp breath as I remember where I am. Bright hues of pink and blue paint the morning sky, filling the skies with swirls of puffy white clouds. 

Glancing to my side I see that Hermione and Ginny are still asleep, and judging by the outside, I'd say that it's about 7 am. 

I quietly sneak out of my bed, and tiptoe over to my suitcase, which is sitting by the foot of my bed. Zipping open the front compartment of my luggage, I take out a piece of parchment paper, along with a quill and a special jar of ink. 

Mother and Father made it very clear that I should be updating them as frequent as possible.

Sitting now on the desk I start to write, 

Dear Mother and Father, 

Everything is going quite well, and I have managed to get into the Order without any complications. It appears that nobody suspects anything of me, and they certainly don't think that I'm a Deatheater. Just as you've requested, the date of Harry's trial is tomorrow, at 8 am. I've managed to befriend Harry, and though I'm not sure he yet trusts me, I know he isn't suspicious of me.

So far I've discovered some rather important information that I think will be of use to you. It appears that Sirius Black is hiding out in the Order, which is odd, considering Severus has never mentioned it. I've also heard that Dumbledore sometimes stops by the Order. 

I will be writing soon,

Olive R.

As I write the dark, splotchy ink vanishes completely, as if it was never there in the first place. The only people who can read the letter are those who know a special enchantment to allow the ink to reappear. 

Putting down the quill, I carefully place the letter into an envelope. 

"Hey Olive, what'cha doing?" A voice behind me says, making me jump. I spin around to see Ginny, her hair frizzy and tangled from just waking up.

Yawning, and stretching out my arms I say, "Nothing interesting, just writing a letter to an old friend." 

"Oh," She says, brushing a fiery red lock from her eyes, "Need an owl?"

"Yes, thank you." I say, smiling. 

I change into my silky black wizarding robes with little floral embroidery, and slip on a pair of black boots. As I braid my hair, I notice faint bags under my eyes from exhaustion. It wasn't exactly easy to get some sleep; my mind was in override, thinking about everything I had done, and everything that I'm going to have to do. When Hermione and Ginny aren't looking I mutter a quick spell under my breath to make the bags disappear. If I start to look like I'm not getting enough sleep, people will start asking questions, and questions are always dangerous. 

"BREAKFAST NOW!" I hear Mrs. Weasley holler up the stairs, startling me.

"Any louder and I reckon mum will wake up the portraits, again." Ginny says, standing up from the armchair she was occupying, and smoothing down her dress.

"GET UP 'MIONE!" Ginny says into Hermione's ear, noticing that she's still sleeping. 

"Go away," Hermione says, burying her face deeper into her pillow, which only causes Ginny to jump on the edge of her bed.