s e r p e n t {a drarry fic}

~11~

Song: Pete Davidson - Ariana Grande (slowed)

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The rest of that night went by fairly awkward, and the moment the two boys returned to their dorm, they fell asleep in a snap.

Draco awoke the next morning, a strange letter sat on his nightstand. It was about 4:30 AM, and Harry had still be sleeping.

He grabbed the unusual letter, and read the name plastered at the top of the envelop.

Lucius Malfoy
Azkaban

Draco threw the letter back on his nightstand in horror. His brain was telling him not to open the letter, but his arm was on its own will, reaching back out for the letter and carefully opening the seal.

Draco,

I have exciting news! Turns out pretty boy Potter didn't kill the dark lord after all. He's returned again, stronger than before! You must come help me escape Azkaban so that we can rejoice with him. He will be waiting.

- Lucius

Draco stared at the letter blankly, his heart beginning to beat out of his chest and his breaths shaky. He had to clear his head.

He folded the letter neatly because Malfoy's are neat, and set it back on his nightstand.

He walked out of the dorm and decided on going for a light jog around the lake.

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When Harry woke up, he was confused to see a letter on Draco's nightstand and Draco nowhere to be found in the dorm. He shrugged it off, and got ready to head down to breakfast with his best mates.
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When Harry didn't see Malfoy at breakfast either, he got slightly worried. Hermione, Ron, and himself had all started sitting with Parkinson, Zabini, and Malfoy for meals.

Mainly because the 'Pansy and Hermione dream team' was tired of everyone staying away from eachother like idiots.

"So, lads. Do we have any plans this weekend?" Pansy asked, her typical smirk on her face.

"Nope. It's Hogsmeade weekend remember?" Harry pointed out.

"Exactly, aaand we are all going. So cancel your dates or whatever shit, because we are finally going to spend time together. The tension at this table makes me want to jump of the astronomy tower." Parkinson groaned. "And even if Malfoy decided to leave us for breakfast this morning, you bet his blonde ass is gonna be at hogsmeade too."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

"Sure, fine, whatever." Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Awww Blaisey Poo, I just KNEW you would be enthusiastic about it!" Pansy spoke in a mock lovey voice, pinching his cheeks.

He slapped her hand away.

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Just after, the bell rung, and all the students hurriedly stood up.

Harry glanced around the great hall, suddenly seeing a mop of messy white-blonde hair. Green forest eyes met steel gray, and they stared at each other for a moment before Harry ran out and apparated to Diagon Alley.

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The shop bell rung out as Harry entered, Garrick glancing over from the box of wands he had been sorting through.

"Ah, Harry! I've been expecting you boy. So, have you discovered anything?" He questioned.

"Actually, yes. Oddly enough the situation between Malfoy and I match the situations described in the books." Harry frowned.

"Very well.." Ollivander trailed off. "Hm, well, I suppose I should begin working on those wands for the bond then. Is Draco aware?"

Harry sighed. "No sir. Does he need to know just yet?"

"Of course not. The Hawthorn Wood was compatible with the both of you, correct?" Garrick perked his eyebrow.

"Mhm. I suppose it worked better for Malfoy, though. The Phoenix wand had always been best with me." The golden boy explained.

Ollivander rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hm. I reckon I can just try and use the same cores of the two for your new wands. I'll try to find a direct ancestor of the Phoenix that have the feather for your wand. That is all I will be needing for now. I will inform McGonagall when the wands are ready."

Harry shifted on his feet, before spinning around and walking towards the door. "Alright, thank you, Mr Ollivander."

And with that, he was on his way back to Hogwarts.

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This chapter was extremely short, my apologies. It's just a bit of a filler. Next chapter will be better, I promise.

- Bri <3