The Heist pt. 8.5
After this, the job at the museum will take place! I'm so excited for that one because it helps the team learn how to work together before they move onto the big job. The night at the museum could possibly be more than one chapter's worth of a scene.
A Conversation Between Friends
“Theo,” Draco began as he settled into his favorite, comfortable chair.
“Yes, Draco?” Theo asked in a despondent kind of voice. He had laid himself out onto the sofa of Draco’s study with a hearty sigh and a glass of Fire Whiskey.
Draco crossed an ankle over his knee and began to pick through a bowl of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
“It’s come to my attention, that you may be in love with Hermione Granger.”
Theo spilled his drink as he sat bolt upright on the couch and looked at Draco with shock. “Me?”
Draco grinned as his best friend ran a hand over his now wet shirt with a scowl.
“You’re much too out of sorts over this date with Zabini.”
“Aren’t you? You practically made out with her hand today.” He shook his head, wild brown hair bouncing around.
Draco picked out, what appeared to be a roasted marshmallow flavored bean and popped it into his mouth. He grimaced. It was fried egg. “I think it’s obvious to a blind man that I find Granger incredibly attractive.”
“Yes, but—” Theo began, but Draco cut him off.
“As do you.”
Theo leaned back in the couch, completely disregarding the puddle of liquor, he leaned back and propped his elbow on the armrest of the leather sofa. “I don’t just find her moronically attractive.” Theo bit the tip of his thumb.
“Scourgify that, will you?” Draco frowned at his friend. “Moronically?”
“I have a tendency to act like a complete moron for her.” He pulled his thumb away and sneered over at Draco, but he pulled his wand out and quickly cleaned up the mess on the couch and himself.
“This complicates things.” Draco admitted.
“How so?”
“We can’t both pursue her.”
“Pursue her?” Theo asked a bit vehemently. “I’ve been her constant companion for over a year. If I pursue her again, she’ll be livid with me.”
Draco eyed him and plucked out another bean, chancing a bright yellow one, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was lemon tart. “What happened in Amsterdam?”
Theo dropped his thumb and slumped into the couch. “I can’t tell you and you know that.”
“Yes, but why?”
“We made a pact.”
Draco watched as his friend began to fidget in his seat, occasionally eyeing the old clock over the fireplace. He ate a cherry-chocolate bean, a boogie flavored one and a simple chocolate bean before he spoke again.
“When did you sleep with her, then?”
Theo laughed. “There is no proof of us ever having sex.”
Draco nodded, thoughtfully. There seemed to be some debate over a kiss, as well.
“Do you love her?” He finally asked Theo.
Theo sighed and ran a hand over his face before digging his fingers into his hair. “I don’t know. I wish I had asked Granger out on that date before I dated Pansy.” He said it in a voice that neared a whisper.
“But you didn’t.”
Theo shook his head, his red-rimmed eyes staring into the fire. “But I didn’t.” He looked over at Draco and sniffed. “Granger is the perfect woman and I’ll be jealous of anyone who manages to get her to settle down.”
“What do you mean?”
“Granger doesn’t do serious.”
“She doesn’t?” Draco frowned at this.
Theo shook his head. “I think it’s one of the reasons we didn’t attempt anything after the first date. I’m a serious kind of guy, as you know. She seems to despise men who want to tie her down. She is too committed to this,” He waved his hand between the two of them. “Whatever we’re doing.”
“But you’re doing it with her. You literally took her on a job for your first date.” Draco chuckled when Theo grinned.
“I know. And it was lovely. Watching her work is...” he shook his head, wiping the doe-eyed look off his face. “Pansy left me because of this.” He reminds Draco with a wave between the two of them again.
“We haven’t worked together in over a year.” Draco points out as he finds a bright orange bean. Tangerine.
“That’s because I found Granger.” Theo shrugged and refilled his glass with more whiskey.
“You left me for Granger, you mean.” Which wasn’t entirely true.
When Theo had been dumped over the last job they did together, Draco retreated back into the proper societal life that was expected of him. Auditing those who also played into societies' designated roles.
But Theo was correct when he approached him with his offer last week. Draco was bored. He hated the constraints of a life that society dictated. It was the same as being under the rule of his parents all over again.
And Draco decided, that day at the Italian café with Theo, that he was much too old and tired for all of that.
“I was wooed away from you. There is a difference.” Theo took a sip and sighed loudly. “She fancies you, by the way.”
Draco nodded. “I think so.” He looked at his best friend and smirked. He hadn’t expected to ever see Granger again and he certainly didn’t expect to become so charmed by her. “But she’s quite smitten with you, isn’t she?”
“You know, I wouldn’t have thought so but after today...” Theo trailed off and took a long drink.
“She nearly hexed Tori.” Draco laughed with a shake of his head.
“For us.”
The two men chuckled and sat in relative silence for a few moments.
Draco continued to pick through the beans and looked over at the old grandfather clock. It was nearly ten at night. Granger would be done with her date by now.
Theo tossed the remaining drops of whiskey and coughed as it burned the back of his throat.
“How do you think everything will go tomorrow night?” Theo asked, dully.
Draco shrugged. “I think it will go well.” He shuffled through the mix until he found another bright orange bean and began to collect them all into the palm of his hand.
“You don’t think she fancies Zabini, do you?”
“Do you think she fancies McLaggen?”
Theo gagged, causing Draco to laugh.
“No, she just works with him from time to time. Zabini?”
“No,” Draco sat back and shook his hand around, watching the orange beans bounce about. “I think she is just that committed to taking down Flamel.”
Theo smirked at that, the idea causing him joy. “She is a wicked little thing, isn’t she?”
“She’s lovely.” Draco agreed and tossed the mouthful of Tangerine flavored beans into his mouth.
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“If this was a fight to the death, then she’d show them she was no lamb to be led to the slaughter. She’d show them that she'd been trained to fight by the Butcher. That she learned dark magic from the Malfoys. Her final bite would be aimed for their throats.
In her last moments, she’d force her opponents to face her as an equal.
Geoffrey landed before the other wizards reached them, wand pointed at her.
“Drop your wand.”
“As you wish.” She did as he asked, letting it tumble to the dirt. But it was his mistake. Like she planned, he let his guard down, only seeing a defenceless woman.
“Now lie on the ground—”
Hermione lifted her wrists and twisted, magic focused with sharpened intention.”
Chapter 43 The Rotten Truth in House Pet by NinaBinaBallerina
Illustration I did inspired by the above passage
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