Second Savior // Dramione ✔️

+ Chapter Three +

"No. That's not true. Stop lying to me, Harry!" Ron shouted to his best friend. The pair were sitting in Ron's room at the Burrow, since Ginny had wanted to visit her parents for the weekend.

Harry flinched in response, not particularly liking Ron when he got aggressive. "I'm not lying to you. We're best friends, why would I not tell you the truth?"

Ron grunted in reply, slouching in his chair. He really did act like a child when he didn't get what he wanted, Harry noticed.

"Okay, fine. If what you're saying is true, why the hell is Hermione having lunch with Malfoy? She loathes him! And he's always hated her. It doesn't make any sense." Ron argued, practically spitting out Malfoy's name.

Harry rubbed his temples. "I already told you. I know it doesn't make sense. But it's really not our decision to make. If Hermione wants to see Malfoy, then we let her. She's not a child, Ron. She can take care of herself."

"I really hate how you're so damn logical sometimes. Hermione's rubbing off on you, mate." Ron grunted.

In response, Harry shrugged. "I'm just trying to maintain a friendship with you two. The three of us have been friends for way too long to let something so stupid break that."

"What does Hermione have to say to Malfoy anyway?" he asked rhetorically.

Nevertheless, Harry replied. "Well, it must be really important because otherwise she wouldn't have put in the effort to meet him in person. Come on, Ron. You know Hermione's not stupid."

Before Ron could respond, Ginny poked her head into the room and gave her brother an annoyed groan. "Ron, quiet down will you? I can hear your whiny voice all the way from the kitchen three floors down. Mum's already in a cranky mood because of your lame arse so I suggest you don't provoke her."

He snorted and shot Ginny a glare. "I'll complain as much as I want, this is my house. If Mum has a problem with it, she can tell me herself."

Harry watched his girlfriend's fiery eyes narrow in disgust, and he knew a passionate sibling battle was about to break loose. Before either Weasley could speak, he got up and left the room, shaking his head at the immediate yells and insults that followed.

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Narcissa Malfoy was standing by the grand window in Lucius' former office when she heard footsteps behind her. A few years ago she would have immediately spun around and jabbed her wand at the unknown visitor, threatening to kill them if they came any closer.

But time had changed her.

Narcissa exhaled tiredly before slowly turning her body to face the grubby looking man standing a few yards away. He was bathed in shadows; the only part of him visible was his ashen face covered in soot and grime. Alongside his left cheek was a scar that hooked around to the corner of his thin mouth. His grin was altogether terrifying as he looked at Narcissa.

"Narcissa Malfoy. What a pleasure to see you. You're looking heavenly as always," he said with a nod.

"Don't play innocent with me, Pete Borgin. I know he talked to you. He told me himself." she replied stiffly, shifting her weight to her other leg.

Borgin chuckled heartily as if the two had just shared an inside joke. "Who? Draco? Yes, he came into the shop a while back to chat. He was all business, didn't even crack a smile. The lad's bloody stressed out."