Muggles ✧ Drarry

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ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ: ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 18ᴛʜ, 2020
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"I think that'll do it."

Draco rolled his eyes. Pansy sounded like she had been hired to do this, with the way that she spoke. To him, she sounded like an idiot , but he was sure that she thought she sounded really intelligent. His hands made their way to his hips and he raised a well-sculpted eyebrow—not perfectly sculpted because he hadn't been able to correct them with magic in a while—with a challenging gaze.

"What's your issue?" the witch asked him, putting her want into her sleeve, where it belonged.

"You didn't even double-check the charms. That's lazy workmanship."

Pansy reciprocated the look that Draco was still giving her. "Well if you hadn't gone and lost your magic then we wouldn't be in this situation, now would we?" She relaxed a bit, her shoulders shrugging absentmindedly. "Test it for yourself."

"Without magic?" Draco sputtered. "I could get hurt!"

Pansy looked back at the project that she had been working on. "Aw, come on. It's not that bad. Besides, you could've asked Blaise to do it instead, so this is your fault." She turned back to Draco, who was spitting feathers.

"You wouldn't help me send the owl," Draco pointed out, frustrated with Pansy's careless accusations.

"And now you can!"

"I knew you were going to say that."

"With your new and improved...drumroll please..." she patted her thighs to imitate a drumroll and feigned a comically happy face. "Muggle-proof owl cage!" She jumped in the air and did a little twirl when she landed before gesturing to the cage again. She had just removed all of the charms that Draco had placed on the cage when he had still had his magic, and was way too proud of her for the new-muggle's liking. Draco squinted at the cage, looking for invisible places that needed to be corrected. He knew he would never find anything, but that didn't stop him from increasing the length of the nail-biting suspense that had begun to brew.

He moued at it, but corrected his facial expression directly afterwards. "It looks alright," he decided after a moment, and moved closer to the thing. Draco stuck a hand  out and grasped a bar on the door of the cage. He tugged it open, squeezing his eyes shut with fear as he did so. When nothing shot out and hit him in the face, Draco dared to open his eyes. There was nothing wrong with the cage, at least not that he could tell at this point. It seemed muggle-proof, not that Draco had expected anything else. Though he outwardly acted as such, he didn't think that Pansy was an idiot. He actually knew that she was incredibly intelligent, and extremely resourceful.

"Good job," he said plainly.

"Thanks," she responded.

Draco made brief eye-contact with Pansy before looking over to where his fluffy baby owl was sitting on a stack of books in the corner. It had been watching them fiddle with its cage, examining the situation as Draco ordered his friend around and Pansy obliged grumpily. It was a beautiful grey colour with smokey black eyes and a shiny beak, and Draco adored the unnamed thing more than life itself.

"Why do you need all of these charms on your owl cage anyway?" Pansy asked, drawing Draco's attention back to the cage. "Who's going to try and take an owl?"

Draco shrugged. "It's just habit, I guess." He reached over and scratched the owl's head as he spoke, attention leaving the cage once more. "The Dark Lord use to use the Imperius Curse on owls when we were sleeping, and he would have them peck out the eyes of their owners if he didn't like the Death Eater's performance that day." He withdrew his hand at the memory and put it into his pocket, eyes meeting the floor. "I know that these spells probably couldn't ward off the Dark Lord, but they're a reassurance for me."