Hierarchy of Need [t.r]

Chapter Twenty Two

"We don't know."

"What does it look like?"

Pyrrhus and Elio shared a glance, "we don't know that either," Elio muttered.

"Lovely, did he at least specify where at in the Ministry?" Tom said dryly, feeling his temper spike.

A nervous laugh passed the boys lips and he scratched at his head, sharing yet another glance with Elio. "The um, Department of Mysteries."

Fantastic, Tom mused. He loved a challenge.

"Well, gentlemen, looks like we're making a detour to the Ministry this summer."

"But how will we get in?" Abraxas asked, he was leaned against the mantle, hands in his pockets, his expression strained.

Tom bit at his cheek, physically getting into the Ministry would be child's play. But he's heard the level of security at the Department of Mysteries was heavy, and Ministry officials had to have a high level of clearance to even have access.

Clearance he knew for a fact Malfoy, Rosier, nor Lestrange's parents had.

"Who was this man?"

"We don't know."

"Do we know if he's reliable?"

"...no."

Merlin's sake, he was about to tear one of their fucking heads off.

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Delilah sat up in bed late that night, her mind reeling at how she could ask the boys to take her to Ministry without them asking too many questions. She also needed to find a safe way, a way for her to break away from them at some point so they wouldn't be tangled in her mess if the plan went south.

How would she even get into the department of mysteries?

She's done it before.

But that was in a completely different scenario, half of the workers were corrupt and too focused on keeping an eye out on Harry.

"What would Riddle do?" Delilah muttered as she laid her head on her pillow. He was conniving enough, surely he'd have some clever scheme with numerous back up plans.

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The next day, Delilah's attempt at building up the courage to ask Tom was shattered by the devil himself.

They were in the library, and just so happened to stumble upon one another whilst browsing titles. Delilah was glancing at the book spines, but not actually reading any.

Currently her eyes were narrowed into a glare as Tom whistled the song 'You and I', a means to mock her for her embarrassing drunken actions.

Deciding she's had enough of his taunting, Delilah flipped him off and waved it around, making his lips nearly tilt in amusement. "Now that you've had your fun," She ground out, ignoring the way he looked as he leaned against the bookshelf with his hands in his pockets.

"I'm actually able to go with you this summer."

Tom raised a brow, what about that whole 'family business' spew she was going on about? And how they thought she was dead. He couldn't very well ask her, he wasn't even sure if she remembered telling him that.

A thought suddenly occurred to him, Delilah could be incredibly useful for the little stunt the boys and him were planning to pull at the Ministry. She was always up to do something reckless. He then hummed, and she didn't miss the pleased expression that flickered across his face.