House : Slytherin
Category : Short
Prompt : [First Line] He looked down at what was left of their money - fifteen galleons and twenty-five knuts.
Word Count : 566
He looked down at what was left of their money - fifteen galleons and twenty-five knuts. Draco never really thought they'd make it this far, and it was all thanks to Hermione. She had hatched the plan, and she played a huge part in the execution of it as well.
It had all started when he had received a letter from Narcissa warning him that if he didn't break things off with "that awful Muggle girl", there would be consequences, such as being disowned by his family, and taken out of both their wills. Draco didn't think they were serious until one day he went to withdraw some Galleons form his vault, and found that they had been true on their words. Out of the vast fortune, only a handful of coins and small momentos were left. A single note, along with his dwindled fortune, had been left in the middle of the room, stating that he had been warned and if he broke up with Hermione, they'd give back all they've taken.
When he had casually told Hermione about it, the glint in her eyes was practically feral. He hadn't expected her to act so violently, either. "Taken out of their wills? I'll take them out of their own wills!" she yelled.
"What does that even mean?" Draco asked, bemused.
Hermione smiled maliciously. "Just you wait and see."
Her voice possessed a dangerous quality Draco had never heard before, and it sent shivers down his spine. "What are you planning on doing?" he enquired nervously.
She laughed. "Patience, Draco. You'll see."
It turned out that he was right to be worried. One evening, Hermione showed up in his room, and told him to pack his bags because they were going on an adventure.
"A-Adventure?" Draco gulped.
Hermione sighed. "Hurry up! If I'm going to break into Gringotts again, I'll need your help."
Draco's mouth fell open in shock. "What - Again?"
"Yes, again. There are a lot of things you don't know about me," she winked. "Now, come on. We need to go now!"
"Are you sure?"
"Trust me, it will be fine."
In the end, against all odds, it did turn out fine, and Hermione and Draco made off with the entire Malfoy fortune. Somewhat ironically, they spent most of it on covering up their tracks and escaping to South America, and now, very little was left : fifteen galleons and twenty-five knuts, to be exact.
Draco knew very well he had never been poorer, but he was also certain he had never been
happier. He leaned back against the sand, sighing contently as the feel of the warm substance on his naked back. The faint scent of salt filled his nostrils while a nice wind kicked up around him, . As far as he could see, the blue ocean of the Caribbean twinkled like diamonds in the sky. The sun was setting, and just beyond the horizon, he could scarcely make out what looked like a strip of land that he couldn't help wonder would be the perfect spot for their next trip. Just then, Hermione, clad in a beautiful white bikini, walked up to him.
"Don't act like I didn't notice, Hermione," he said.
"What are you talking about?" she answered innocently.
"I noticed that nice little bank a few miles back, too."
A devilish smirk spread across her lips. "Thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Thought you'd never ask."