Chapter 3: Safe
He coughed as the dust from all the old objects stirred in the air. He shouldn't have opened the Cabinet door so forcefully; the dust from the pile of books knocked over nearby was creating a dirty brown haze. With a flick of his wand, he made the air clear again. Much better.
This should have worked, it must have worked, it had to have worked… He prayed silently, his body tense.
He was overwhelmed. Relieved. Almost laughing! It was a spectacular reaction for the plain sight of a half-eaten apple… Had there been any onlookers, they would have been completely bemused.
But Draco Malfoy had a smile on his pale, drained face. For the first time in a long time, he felt safe. He could now breathe freely.
His smile was wiped off his face as he realised he had to choreograph Albus Dumbledore's demise.
But at least he was safe.
Author's Note: Opinions, criticism, advice, compliments, disapproval, etc. are all welcome as always. :)
Oh, and Drapple, Drapple, Drapple! 3
(I don't think of this ship as a real thing, but it's amazing for a few laughs, and the opportunity was too tempting to pass up!)