Draco Malfoy:
It wasn't long till I left back to my flat.
I found that Crabbe and Goyle has already been awake, and that the entire place was filled of an enticing aroma. Eggs, bacon, baked beans, sausage, toast, and marmalade. The two danced and sung within the confined ally kitchen, looking like a couple of fools I once remembered.
Pans, plates, and dishes floated above them from, floating from the kitchen to the table.
"Where the bloody hell were you? We called for you awhile ago- to find you absent from your bedroom." Says Crabbe.
"Quite honestly, after all this work we've done, you don't half deserve any of this" Goyle jokes. The three of us eventually settled down on the table where the food has all been set. The way it covered all along the table, nostalgia of the Great Hall arose.
I watched them as they both stuffed their forks and hands into the food, being quite content to see Goyle acting like himself again.
After our hungers been quelled Crabbe has left to check the mail sent from the Wizarding World, while plates and leftover were sent away by the flick of a wand.
"Hey Malfoy?" Says Goyle. "What exactly is your plan once we're done with all of this" He asks.
"I mean, it won't be like it was when we were in Hogwarts" He tells me.
I shook my head and told him I wasn't sure.
"We- all three of us should do this kind of thing, you know?"
"No, I don't know." I said with a scowl.
"Get a flat where all three of us can split the pay. Get into the magical law enforcement, or something. You know, an excuse for mischief." He suggests.
"Like old times. Sort of." He continues.
Crabbe comes in, looking through a small stack of sealed envelopes and shouts, "the Ministry of Magic!" Goyle and I, still sitting around the table rushes up to huddle around him.
"You're not going to like this." Says crabbe still reading through the letter.
"We need to keep our magic-usage to a minimum." He explains.
After a small session of tantrum and grumbling, we returned to the table. Gazing over at the unfolded map, was the name, Genevieve Parkinson. Not too far from us, the shoeprints roamed around the same area where we caught Elrick.
Bloody hell, I thought to myself.
Hermione Granger:
"Pansy, is that you?" A woman's voice calls out.
I turned around to the lanky woman that had the same resemblance to a slytherin girl I once loathed... Pansy. No one knows what happened to the dark haired, evil minded eighteen year-old that had disappeared after the fall of Voldemort.
"Oh no, I'm sorry. You just look so much like her." She says walking closer to me, stopping when she could fully see my face. "Miss Hermione Jean Granger. Isn't this a surprise. Still as hideous as always! Ha! I crack myself up! I havent seen you since the Second Wizarding War."
I hesitated to answer her, quickly remembering where I put my wand.
"Shouldnt you be in Azkaban?" I spat out hoping to buy time so I'll have more time to think in order to make a swift exit.
"I couldn't let this beauty rot away in a cold hard prison cell. No. I made it my destiny to find whoever made my daughter disappear and make them see what is coming for them. . And it seems like you are first on my list, you little Mudblood."
Quickly pulling out my wand, I pointed it at her, "Stupefy!" I shout. Pansy's mother flies into the air, her back hits the wall, and she falls down unconscious.
"I've always knew not to mess with Granger," I hear Goyle say with a baffled expression. Placing a loose strand of hair over my ear, I turn to see the Slytherin trio.
Draco Malfoy:
The three of us stood not too far from where Mrs. Parkinson laid. She looked much different than how I remembered her. Skin sunk against the bones and a face that desired immorality of an undying youth. She reminded me of my aunt, rather than Pansy, her daughter.
Crabbe, Goyle, and I stood speechless. The job already done, I look up at the culprit who'd done such an act. Hermione Granger holding her wand, was breathing heavily.
"I've always knew not to mess with Granger" says Goyle. She shifts a loose hair over her ear and just scowls at us.
"What?" She says irritably. "Why are you all staring at me? What did you expect me to do? Stand there and be attacked. I think not." I cock a brow, agreeing with her.
"Well? Do your spell." My body jumps before saying Evanesco. The lanky body corrodes into dust and crumbs that swooped into the vents and cracks of the Muggle World that lead into the building of Azkaban.
Granger's eyes followed the dark ashy cloud that swooped above her. She turns away from it and corrects her posture and asks, "teach me how to do that." Crabbe and Goyle jerks their head back bafflingly in disapproval.
She swings her finger around at the area the body left. "I know Evanesco, you bimbos, I just don't understand how you three can send them away to the place you want."
"Bloody hell." Grumbled the two beside me, who then turned to walk towards other direction. Attempting to follow them out, I hear her yell, "well?"
"So what is this? An act?" She questions. I stuttered, worried to let words slip.
A sudden gust of wind winded behind a door. Her head tosses back to find its source, and it flies open.
"Harry!" She yells. A bright smile comes across her face while dashed across the halls to swing her arms around him. His squared shaped head revealed from a shadow he purposely used to conceal himself before his shocking entrance. Cocky little Potter, I thought.
After she let's go, he looks over at me. Not once has I felt as an inferior to him, not till now. Standing in his brown trenchcoat, he takes out his hand.
"Malfoy." He says.
About nine years ago, it was me on the other side of his handshake. Nine years ago when I had my hair slicked back with a completely different mindset of both the world and myself. Even Potter, I thought of differently. What he did nine years ago wasn't a mistake, and neither should this.
I took my hand out and shook it, "Potter". Not a smirk, but a smile came across my lips.
"I see you're doing well. How many has it been? Seven?" He askes me. I was befuddled. Of course, Potter's the head Auror officer.
"Well, anyways. I'm more than impressed with you." He says. For a brief moment, I took offense to it. How could he think of me any lesser?
He turns to Granger, explaining the entire case that was given to me earlier. Clearing up that the mails sent from Ministry of Magic was Potter all along.
"If it's Azkaban prisoners you three have been chasing around, then I- then I want to be apart of it," Granger exclaims with her head high up. "Someone's going to get hurt and I- I nearly got killed ."
"Well, Hermione. That's what I wanted to suggest." Says Potter.