I Know You Fancy Me ||D.M.||

part 112

It takes a couple of days for Kreacher to return to us. We have been doing not really that much in that time. Hermione tried to learn Ron how to play the piano. Harry has tried to discover how to use the snitch Dumbledore gave him. But hasn't had any luck yet. I have been trying to distract myself from the thoughts of Draco, by reading, but I can't help but wonder what he is up to now. And it has not been easy for the four of us, mostly because of me, and I know that. But I can't help it. Then one day there is a thud downstairs, Hermione and Harry quickly walk down the stairs, Ron wants to follow them but I hold him back. "What?" he asks annoyed. "I wanted to say that I am sorry, for how I have been behaving, or not have been behaving, the last couple of days. And that I am sorry for how I bursted at you earlier. I didn't mean to, I don't know what came over me. I should have never done that, sorry." I say looking at my feet and playing with my ring. Than Ron comes closer and pulls me into a hug. "It is alright, I am sorry I bursted at you too, I shouldn't have. It is hard for you and I get it." I hug him back, "Now, let's see what is going on downstairs, shall we?" he says and lets go of me, I nod and we walk downstairs. "Harry Potter's name." I hear Dobby say, Dobby? What is he doing here? Ron and I open the door and walk slightly into the kitchen "I had to-" Kreacher starts but Dobby cuts him off: "And then Dobby saw Kreacher talking ot the thief. Mundungus-" now it is Dobby's turn to be cut off. "I'm no thief! You foul, little.. git. I'm a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects." Mundungus says. "You're a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it." Ron says and walks towards the table. "Master Weasley.." Dobby says, I follow Ron and stand beside him. ".. so good to see you again." Dobby continues, Ron shakes his hand. "Wicked trainers." he replies. Then Mundungus walks into something and knocks it over. "Listen, I panicked that night, all right? Can I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?" Mundungus says and sits in the chair that is sitting in the corner. "Tell the truth." Hermione says "When you turned this place over- don't deny it- you found a locket am I right?" Harry says "Why? Was it valuable?" "You've still got it?" I ask. "No, he's worried he didn't get enough money for it." Ron replies. "Bleeding give it away, didn't I? There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license. Says she's a mind to lock me up. And would've done, too, if she hadn't have taken a fancy to that locket." Mundungus says nervously. "Who was she, the witch? Do you know?" Harry asks "No, I-" he says, looking down, then something catches his eye. He gets up from the chair and grabs a piece of parchment that is lying on the floor beside him. "Well, she's there. Look." he says and walks to the table with the paper. He places it on the table for us to see. "Bleeding bow and all." I gasp. It is her, the witch, Merlin, how I hate her. The four of us share a look. It is Umbridge, she now works at the Ministry, that's right. We let Mundungus go, so we can start planning how to get the locket. The three of them go to the Ministry disguised as workers there. And try to steal the locket from Umbridge. "Sounds like a plan, I will start making the Polyjuice Potion." Hermione says and is off to start the brewing. "You are alright with not coming along?" Harry asks I nod. "I think it is better this way. Besides, I have Dobby and Kreacher to keep me company." I say. Dobby nods, but Kreacher looks disgusted. I sigh and roll my eyes at him. "Are you hungry? Should I make dinner?" I ask, Ron looks excited when he hears the word dinner, and nods violently. I laugh and start making food. After a couple of minutes dinner is ready and we all sit down for it. After dinner Hermione tries to learn Ron how to play the piano some more and Harry and I sit on the couch, I do some reading and Harry does, Merlin may know. "I think I am going to bed." Hermione says after a couple of hours. "Yeah, me too." Ron agrees, Harry gets up and follows them. They have a rough day ahead of them. I don't, not really. They are the ones going to the Ministry, not me. Once they are all in bed I close my book and grab a quill and a piece of parchment. I know I shouldn't but, I want to write to Draco, to see how he is doing. So I start writing:

Dear Draco,

I know this is wrong, but I can't help but write you. I know I shouldn't and that it is dangerous. But I need to know how you are doing and what is going on with you. What happened at the wedding? After I left? What happened to you? Where did you go, and with who? These are the questions that have been keeping me awake the last week. And I just want to be with you again, we hadn't seen each other in months. Then you come to the Burrow and we have an amazing day, a wedding, with you. I was so happy that you were back, and that I got to hold you, kiss you, and just look at you. I missed that, and now that is gone again. It was one day, way to short, and Merlin knows when we will see each other again. I hope it is soon. Because I miss you already. I've got the be honest with you, I missed you the second I let go of you again. I love you Draco.

Love

Your Olive.