The End of the Beginning (Draco Malfoy x Fem Reader)

Chapter Twenty-One: Stories and Snuggles

DECEMBER 24, 1997

The day started like any other, I woke up next to Harry and Hermione made breakfast. It all went downhill from there. 

BREAKFAST

HP: I--I want to go to Godric's Hollow...

Me: Wha--why?

HP: To visit them.

Me: Oh. I don't know Harry--

HG: I say we go. Godric's sword might be there and you know we need that to destroy the locket. That's why Ron left. We need him back and we need to destroy it.

Me: I just don't think it's a good idea.

HP: Why?

Me: What if he knows you'll be there?

HG: That's a good point.

HP: But if the sword is there--

HG: We're going. You've defeated You-Know-Who before. Who says you couldn't do it again?

Me: Hermione, he has an army now.

HG: Would he have his entire army with him though?

Me: He easily could!

HG: How would you know?!

Me: I--I'm just assuming...

HG: Well stop assuming. If he's there, we'll take be able to take him. 

HP: Wow. Hermione, you barely agree with me on things like this.

Me: I say it's stupid.

HG: Then don't go with us!

Me: Fine! I'll stay here!

They gather up some things and begin to leave. I pull Harry aside quickly.

Me: Harry, I have a bad feeling about this. Please, don't go.

HP: y/n, nothing is going to happen. I'll be back later.

He quickly kisses me and leaves with Hermione.

HOURS LATER, THEY RETURN

Hermione drags Harry in on her back.

Me: HARRY! WHAT HAPPENED?

HG: y/n, calm down. He'll be alright. He's having flashbacks about his parents and You-Know-Who. 

Me: What happened to his arm??

HG: He got bit by the Basilisk. 

Me: He'll die!

HG: No. I used dittany on him. He'll be fine. 

Me: Harry?

I try to snap him out of his trance. 

Me: Harry? Answer me.

He slowly stops moving and opens his eyes.

HP: y/n. y/n! It was awful! It just came at me...It was disguised as Bathilda Bagshot and--

Me: Harry calm down. 

HP: Sorry, sorry. I--It was crazy.

Me: Did you get the sword?

HG: No. We didn't find it. We were a bit preoccupied with trying not to die.

Me: You didn't have to give me that attitude. I just wanted an answer.

HG: How did you know?

Me: Know what?

HG: That You-Know-Who was going to try and attack us?