Draco Malfoy Imagines

Wings Pt. 2

House: None

Blood Status: Pure

Warnings: Unpleasant Images and Themes

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A large, hot pink-clad, toad-like woman shuffles through the halls, her wand and a new message from the minister of magic in her hands.  Students scatter into classrooms and down halls as she approaches a group of Slytherin students, all of them with a gleaming silver "I" on their robes.  They all turn around to face her when she clears her throat with an annoying, girly cough, raising her stubby fist over her mouth to announce her presence.

"Just who I was looking for!" she declares, her voice dripping with false sweetness.  "I just got a new order from the minister!  It says for us to start patrolling the campus at all hours and..."

She pauses and looks at the attentive Slytherins.  Eyeing them closely, she performs a headcount.  One short.

"Where is Malfoy?" she irritatedly asks, crossing her short pudgy arms, tapping her magenta flats on the dust-coloured floor of the castle.  The students look at each other murmuring quietly.  Pansy Parkinson pushes her way to the front of the pack, whacking Crabbe in the face with her hand.  He grunts loudly in pain and she shoots him a deadly glare.  After composing herself, she turns to Umbridge.

"Professor, the last time I saw him he was heading towards that idiot Hagrid's hut with his school bags.  He seemed on edge... like he didn't want to be followed.  He disappeared into the forest.  I was on my patrol duty and could not follow him because you said to specifically stay in my sector of Hogwarts and nowhere else," Pansy says, proudly contributing her information to Umbridge whose evident anger seems to be boiling.  

"He should be here!  He is one of the most vital members of the Inquisitorial Squad!  He should be nowhere near that forest.  His post is specifically the west wing and the Great Hall!  All of you!  Patrol the grounds and take any rule breakers to my office for questioning!" Umbridge huffs, turning on her heel sharply and shuffling as fast as she can on her short, little legs.  The Inquisitorial Squad nods and they all split and scatter all over the grounds.  Umbridge continues down the hill in the direction of Hagrid's hut, kicking pebbles and stones down the hill.  She stops at the edge of the forest and draws her wand out nervously.  Umbridge had always loathed this forest, even when she was at Hogwarts and she hated what was inside even more: half-breeds.  Shaking she enters the forest, listening to the cries and howls of the life she has so willingly suppressed all year.

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"What's the potion that can transform someone into another person?" Draco asks, looking down at his lap where his potions book sits.  Draco promised that he's come and quiz you about potions.  You didn't go to school.  When your dad banished you, he forbade you from attending any sort of school.  Draco enjoyed teaching you what he was learning in school and you always bonded over it.  He would come by every day and catch you up on what was happening just up the hill inside the massive castle.  Today you were sitting in your favourite clearing in the forest.  The sun beams down gently between the towering trees above and the wind from above sweeps softly through the light, green grass below your feet.  

"Ummm...  the Polyjuice Potion?" you ask, getting up and stretching your arms up above your head, and extending your wings out all the way beside you.

"Right!" he says, smiling.  "You've been getting good at this, y/n.  I'm impressed."

You return his smile kindly and bend your knees, kicking up off the ground and flying to the centre of the field.  You turn back to him and stare at him sitting under the and oak tree, surrounded by school books and scrolls.