Draco X Reader ▸ HIS PRIDE | ✓

Y7 C6~ Out of Luck

⚠️⚠️Torture trigger warning!! If you're sensitive I suggest proceeding with caution!! ⚠️⚠️

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Bellatrix grabbed Harry by the hair as he was stuck sitting on his shins. Bellatrix was crouching beside him, looking at Draco enthusiastically as she kept her wand close.
"Well?" She hissed excitedly; her smile rotten. She made multiple short nods as Draco took small steps closer, unsure.

"I can't be sure." Draco answered hesitantly, looking between his deranged aunt and Harry.
I sucked on my teeth, forcing myself to keep my composure. There's no way he didn't recognise Harry.

"Draco," Lucius breathed, voice stained; walking over to his son and clutching the back of his neck. "Look closely, Son." He whispered, loud enough for everyone in the room to still hear. The head of the Snatchers shifted, handing Hermione over to the Snatcher beside him as he stepped closer to Lucius. "If we were the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord-," He tone sounded frantic, desperate. "-everything will be forgiven— all will be as it was, you understand?"
Draco quickly nodded, looking sickly.

"Now we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr Malfoy?" The Snatcher warned, sending a pointed look.
Lucius didn't glance his way but still kept close to Draco. "You dare to talk to me like that in my own house-?!"
"Lucius!" His wife hissed warningly, stalking up to her husband and grabbing his arm, ushering him away from Draco.

"Don't be shy, sweetie, come over." Bellatrix offered Draco, voice falsely sweet. Draco walked over and crouched in front of Harry, taking Bellatrix's offered hand. "Now, if this isn't who we think it is I doubt we'll call him. He'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure."

Draco watched him carefully as his aunt stood up, looming over the two. Harry had a pleading look in his swollen eyes.

"What's wrong with his face?" Draco asked. I prayed it was for the sake of stalling.

Bellatrix agreed, "Yes, what is wrong with his face?" I felt that.
"He came to us like that," The Snatcher answered. "Something he picked up in the forrest, I reckon."
"Or ran into a stunning jinx." My eyes widened. She had figured it out that quickly?! She quickly snapped to look at Hermione and I. "Was it one of you two, dearies?"

Hermione and I swayed where he stood, our breathing short because of the arm wrapped around our necks to keep us from moving.

Her black heels clicked against the floorboards as she took painfully slow steps closer, her wand twirling just as slow between her fingers. I clenched my jaw as she got even closer.

"Give me their wands. We'll see what their last spell was." My breath hitched. I didn't even know it were possible. If it was, I knew I wouldn't be on the safer side, but my heart dropped for Hermione.

Bellatrix realised our reactions and let out an airy laugh. "Got you." She teased. We had fallen for her trick.

She continued to pace past us as he were pulled to the side. Bellatrix's pace was cut short when her eyes seemed to have caught something. The sword of Gryffindor hanging by one of the Snatcher's side. "What is that?" She screeched under her breath.

The Snatcher looked at the sword, then back at the curled-haired witch.

"Where did you get that?"

"It was in her bag when we searched her," His voice dull. "Reckon it's mine now." He added smugly, lips curling.

Bellatrix didn't like the answer, and in the flash of light, she shot the snatcher down on the ground, grabbed the sword and whizzed around, striking the snatcher that held Hermione and I in the stomach, letting us free. She then wrapped a bind around Fenrir's neck, twisting her wand swiftly through the air and cutting off his oxygen as his hands went to try and pull it away.