Snake Charmer // Draco x Reader

Chapter 51- The Order of The Phoenix

    I watch Hermione as she paces around the room. My book in my hand as I read some old muggle classics. This one actually about witches. But it was rather offensive, saying we were ugly, green, and wicked. Why were all muggle witches evil? Hermione's frizzy hair keeps passing me keeping me from thinking. "Hermione stop pacing you're distracting my inner monologue," I say, "and we need that."

 "Sorry," She mumbles as I look back down and she yells. "HARRY!"  I look up to see the boy looking extremely upset. "Ron, Y/n, he's here, Harry's here! We didn't hear you arrive! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Have you been furious with us? I bet you have, I know our letters were useless—but we couldn't tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn't."

"Hey I sent him chocolate and told him about Lucius so I get a half of a point," I correct her.

"Oh, we've got so much to tell you, and you've got to tell us—the dementors! When we heard—and that Ministry hearing—it's just outrageous, I've looked it all up, they can't expel you, they just can't, there's provision in the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life-threatening situations—" Hermione rants.

"Let him breathe, Hermione," Ron says grinning, closing the door behind Harry. Both of the boys had grown several inches leaving me looking like a tiny being.  Hermione hugs Harry, then I do. As a ball of white sweeps down from the dresser. It was Hedwig.

"Hedwig!" Harry yells

"Oh yeah Lunar and Hedwidge aren't very fond of each other," I tell him, "and they both seem to want to murder Pig." Hedwig nips at Harry and I chuckle.

"She's been in a right state," Ron says"Pecked us half to death when she brought your last letters, look at this—" Ron shows Harry his scar from Hedwig. 

"Oh yeah," Harry says, "Sorry about that, but I wanted answers, you know..."

"We wanted to give them to you, mate," Ron says, "Hermione was going spare, she kept saying you'd do something stupid if you were stuck all on your own without news, but Dumbledore made us—"

"—swear not to tell me," Harry says, "Yeah, Hermione's already said."

"We really are sorry Harry," I tell him, "trust me we wish we could had said anything. I tried but they started to check my letters before I could send them." 

"I appreciate the attempt," He sighs.

"He seemed to think it was best," Hermione says rather breathlessly. "Dumbledore, I mean."

"Right," Harry says. 

"I think he thought you were safest with the Muggles—" Ron begins.

"Yeah?" Harry says, raising his eyebrows. "Have any of you been attacked by dementors this summer?"

"Harry," I mumble.

"Well, no—but that's why he's had people from the Order of the Phoenix tailing you all the time—" Ron says.

"Didn't work that well, though, did it?" Harry says, "Had to look after myself after all, didn't I?"

"He was so angry," Hermione says in an almost awestruck voice. "Dumbledore. We saw him. When he found out Mundungus had left before his shift had ended. He was scary."

"Well, I'm glad he left," Harry say coldly. "If he hadn't, I wouldn't have done magic and Dumbledore would probably have left me at Privet Drive all summer."

"People are trying to protect you," I tell him.

"And their doing a shit job!" He yells. 

"Don't take it out on us we were simply doing what we are told to do!" I scream at him. I drop my voice and sigh, "Harry trust us." He nods and Hermione looks up at him.