“Have you ever thought of making more of these rings? You could monetise these easily,” said Granger, holding the ring aloft.
“Do I look like I need money?” asked Draco.
Granger levelled a stare at him. Her back straightened. They had been dangerously close to lapsing into a civil conversation and she seemed to have forgotten who she was talking to. She sniffed in lieu of responding.
“Anyway, I can’t mass-produce the ring.”
“Right.” Granger was weighing the ring in the palm of her hand. “Because this isn’t just some trinket you put a few neat charms on.”
“A family heirloom, if I were to hazard a guess.”
Of course she’d spotted the concealment charm that made the ring look like a plain silver band. Now she tapped her wand to reveal the ring’s true appearance – an ornate silver ouroboros, ever eating its own tail. And on the inside, the family motto: Sanctimonia Vincet Semper. Purity will always conquer.
“You’re certain this ring won’t immediately attempt to amputate my finger? I’m not Pure, after all,” said Granger.
Draco felt that the temperature in Granger’s office had dropped rather suddenly.
“Did you see a sign of Dark magic?” asked Draco. Too quickly – he’d sounded defensive. Blast.
“If there was Dark magic, it’s gone now,” said Granger.
She tapped the ring again, reverting it back to the plain silver band. She looked thoughtful.
“I’ll need some time to go through this extremely comprehensive list of recommendations,” she said at length.
“Take the time you need,” said Draco. “But know that the alternative is Shacklebolt setting up a camp bed for me, for overnights in your laboratory.”
She eyed him, then seemed to decide that he must be joking. “I’ll need to think about item fifty-six in particular. Do you want the ring back in the meantime?”
excerpt from Chapter 2: Draco Malfoy, Genius Inventor
Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by @isthisselfcare
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