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

Chapter Twenty-Six: Malfeasance at the Manor

A/N: Contains content from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Chapter Twenty-Three: Malfoy Manor. Trigger warning: torture.

HARRYS POV

I fall onto the grass panting. I scramble up at once. We seem to have landed in the corner of a field. It's dusk. Hermione is running in a circle around us, waving her wand.

HG: Protego Totalum...Salvio Hexia.

RW: That bloody mental brute! y/n, you're a genius. I cannot believe we got out of that! What do you reckon they'll do to him?

y/n: I hope they don't kill him! That's why I let the Death Eaters see Harry before we left, so they knew Xenophilius wasn't lying!

RW: Why hide me though?

HG: Ronald, you're supposed to be in bed sick! What do you think would happen to your family if they knew you're with Harry?

RW: What about your Mum and Dad, Hermione?

HG: They're in Australia. You're a genius y/n. 

RW: You really are.

HP: Brilliant, you are. I don't know what we'd do without you.

y/n grins but instantly turns solemn.

y/n: What about Luna?

HG: Well, if she's alive then--

y/n: Don't say that! She must be alive!

RW: I would assume she's in Azkaban. But I', not sure she'll survive the place...loads don't---

HP: She will. Luna is tough.

HG: I hope you're right...

y/n: I'd feel sorry for Xenophilius if he--

HP: If he hadn't tried to sell us out to Death Eaters?

y/n: yeah...

Hermione sets up the tent and we all walk inside. Ron makes some tea.

YOUR POV

Me: You were right, Harry, that was a bad idea. 

HP: Yeah but we learned something important.

HG: What if he was making it up?

RW: It's hard to make stuff like that up under stress, 'Mione. I mean...the chamber of secrets was supposed to be made up but-

HG: They can't be real! The Deathly Hallows can't be real!,

RW: WHy not? Harry's got the cloak--

HG: It's a story! For children!

Me: I'm going to sleep. You three battle it out.

HP: Night y/n.

They go on about lineage and rings, snitches and invisibility cloaks. I fall asleep.

As months go on, I can't help but notice Ron, through his new self-absorption, is taking charge. 

HARRYS POV

HP: You're leaving? Why?

y/n: Harry, I need to go talk to...Professor McGonagall.

HP: Send her an owl--

y/n: Harry! That's much too dangerous! Please!

HP: You can't!

y/n: Harry! I need to!

HP: NO!

HG: Let her go, Harry.