Hey everyone.. This is my first fanfic in.. wow… years. I actually gave up writing for a while so I may be a little rusty. I just found out I was pregnant and needed something to get my mind off of being a single teenaged mom. So… Enjoy! Oh yeah… I write to music. So if a chapter was written with a certain song in mind, the lyrics will be at the end of the chapter. Aaannnnddddd here we go :x
Draco stared intently ahead, his eyes purposefully not focusing on anyone or anything in particular. He awaited his verdict patiently. He knew he was going to Azkaban for his crimes in the war. Like Father like son he supposed… His mother had at least only gotten house arrest after it was brought to attention that she saved the Great Harry Potter at the last battle. Draco was happy his mother wouldn't have to deal with the terrors of Azkaban but the thought of what it would do to him made him inwardly wince.
"Draco Malfoy, your verdict has been decided. Though we could not overlook the crimes that you committed in the war, Mr. Potter has made it clear that he wants us to take into consideration that you were brought up to be a player in this war from birth with no real choice for yourself. With this in mind, we are sentencing you to 6 months in the muggle world with no magic." Draco's head jerked up at this statement but the man continued. "We are hoping that you will change your views on muggles and muggle-born wizards and witches during this time. If you fail to carry out this sentence, you will be sentenced to Azkaban for 6 months no matter how long you've lasted in the muggle society. You will leave today. Next case please."
Draco numbly walked out of the courtroom. Six months in the muggle world? With no magic? How was he suppose to survive that? How was this any better than Azkaban? Well… At least he wouldn't be getting his soul sucked out. And how hard could it be to survive the muggle way for a while. He was Draco Fucking Malfoy for merlin's sake. He survived the war. He could survive this.
Two hours later, he stared at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in muggle clothing. Though they still made him look impeccable if he did say so himself. He swiped the blonde hair out of his eyes and readjusted the fitted t-shirt he was wearing.
"Well let's fucking get this over with." He grumbled to himself and grabbed his small trunk of belongings that he was allowed to take.
Draco was standing on a street corner in London while Harry unloaded his trunk out of the car. Hermione got out of the front passenger seat and smirked a very Slytherin-like smirk at the blonde.
"Well I do hope you enjoy this eye opener, Malfoy." She said, leaning against the car. "Maybe I'll even get an apology for the years of torture once this place is through with you."
"Not fucking likely, Granger." Draco glared at the brunette. "Wouldn't I be more suited to help find other Death Eaters instead of-instead of this." He all but spat, taking in the streets around him.
"Well, in six months, come on over to the auror department. We could always use your help." Harry smiled at him. "Okay, Malfoy. You're all set then. Wand." Harry held out his hand expectantly. Grumbling, Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and warily placed it in Harry's hand.
"If anything happens to that, Potter, I swear I'll go to Azkaban for your murder." The blonde glared at the other boy.
"Well, have fun Malfoy." Hermione smiled sickly sweet as she and Harry started to climb back into the muggle car. "Learn something, okay?"
"Wait!" Malfoy said in a small panic. "What about money? A place to stay? Merlin's sake give me something to work with here!"
"Well uhh…" Harry rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "While you do have a fortune in Gringotts, galleons don't really translate into muggle money well."
"So I'm-I'm broke?!" Draco's grey eyes were wide as he looked between Harry and Hermione.
"Maybe you can get a job." Hermione smirked as she put her seat belt on and Harry drove away. Draco watched the car drive away and gripped his hair, exasperated.
A job. They expected him to get a job. In the muggle world. He turned toward the street to figure out which way to go when a car drove by, effectively splashing him with the puddle and mud that it had drove through. Draco looked down at his now filthy clothes and tried to wipe the mud from his face but only succeeded in smearing it around.
"Just fucking great. Really fucking great. " Draco yelled. He turned and kicked his trunk before sitting on it. His chin rested in his hand as he glared at the people passing by him. He must've sat like that for hours before a young girl around his age came around the corner and smiled down at him. He glared back up at her before looking away angrily, hoping she'd get the hint.
"You know… Everyone gets down on their luck sometime during their lives. Sometimes they just need help getting back on their feet." The girl said, crouching down and resting her elbow on her knee and her head on her hand. Draco crossed his arms and continued looking away from her.
"I don't need anyone's help." He stuck his chin out defiantly and turned to glare at her. His glare was met by a smile that reached all the way up to her eyes.
"Come on." She said, grabbing his elbow and pulling him up. "You look like you could use a hot meal. It looks like it might start raining soon anyway." She reached down, grabbing his trunk in one hand and his arm in her other, pulling them along the streets till they were inside a small restaurant. "Here." She pushed him into a chair at a small, two person table and set his trunk beside him. "I'll be right back."
Draco glanced around the restaurant while she was gone. It was cozy. Probably a family restaurant. Not really the type of cuisine he was use to with the Malfoy fortune that he had. He was pulled from his thoughts as his stomach gave a slight growl.
'Suppose I'll take what I can get for now.' He thought to himself, remembering that he was left with absolutely no money. He watched as the girl from before carefully carried a steaming hot bowl of soup over and set it in front of him. She sat down across from him and held out her hand for him to shake.
"I'm Aly." She smiled her bright smile at him again and tried to ignore her messy bangs hanging in her chocolate eyes.
"Draco." He answered curtly, eyeing her hand with an apprehensive expression. Was he expected to touch a muggle? Like that was going to happen. He looked down at the soup in front of him and cautiously took a small spoonful. Aly's smile faltered before she recovered and brought her hands up to swipe away the offending bangs.
"That's a strange name."
"I'm a Malfoy." He stated as if this explained everything.
"Is that suppose to mean anything to me?" She asked, amusement flickering through her eyes.
"We're practically royalty you know."
"Right, and I'm the bloody Princess of Wales." She giggled, her eyebrow quirking up as she stared at the blonde man in front of her.
"Aly… What is this?"
The pair turned to see a tall young man glaring at the girl with his arms crossed against his chest. His muscles rippled underneath the dress shirt that he wore.
'Show off.' Draco thought, rolling his eyes and taking another spoonful of soup.
"Louis! I didn't know you were going to be in today!" Aly said, jumping up from the table and glanced nervously between the man and Draco. "Draco, why don't you go wash up in the bathroom a little." She smiled at him and tilted her head to door of the boys bathroom not far away.
Draco stood without argument and made his way to the door she motioned toward. Instead of going in, he stood in the small alcove and strained his ears to pick up their voices.
"Picked up another hobo did you?" Louis asked, anger ebbing into his deep voice.
"Oh stop it. I couldn't just leave him outside to starve, now could I?"
"And who's going to pay for the soup you gave him?"
"Take it out of my tips Louis. Honestly, you act like no one ever helped you before." She crossed her small arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at the man in front of her.
"I don't have time to accommodate another one of your charity cases Aly! I'm running a business! Not a bloody soup kitchen!" Louis had to strain to keep from yelling at her.
"So we won't stay here! I'll take him somewhere else but at least let him finish the soup." Aly flipped her bangs back and placed her hand on her small waist.
Louis was silent as he stared at the girl in front of him. You could see him slowly giving in as he stared into her eyes. "Fine." He mumbled. "But seriously. He better wash up nice or I can't allow him to sit in the view of customers." Louis turned away and pushed through the swinging door that led to the kitchen.
'I better wash up nice? Who in the hell does that git think he is?' Draco angrily pushed open the bathroom door and strode inside. After one glance in the mirror, he couldn't turn away. There was mud caked in his hair, matting it down in odd angles and places. Dirt was smeared over his face from when he had previously tried to wipe it off and his pristine clothes were now absolutely filthy from the splash of the puddle. No wonder they thought he was homeless. Draco gaped at how much grime he now had on his body before turning on the sink and attempting to get most of it out of his hair and off of his face. Finally satisfied with the results, he ran a hand through his slightly still grimy hair and walked back out to the table.
The girl was sitting in the chair again, mindlessly tapping her nails against the table. Her eyes brightened and she smiled at him as he sat down again.
"So you are a normal person under all that muck." She teased, resting her chin on her hand.
Draco said nothing but continued eating his soup. Just because he was sentenced to act like muggle didn't mean he had to pretend to like them and carry on conversations with them.
"So I was thinking that you could stay on my extra sleeper until you got some money together and got back on your feet." The girl continued on, ignoring Draco's silent treatment. This statement, however, made Draco choke on the spoonful of soup he just put in his mouth. He coughed and sputtered, trying to catch his breath.
"Excuse me?" He stared at her incredulously. "What makes you think I need someplace to stay?"
The girl's eyes glanced down at his still filthy clothes and her eyebrow shot up once more when her brown eyes met his stubborn grey ones.
"Seriously?" She asked, letting her eyes roam over his dirty clothes once more.
"What makes you think I want to stay with you?" Draco tried again, hating the feeling of her eyes taking him in with the current state he was in. It made him feel less superior. And he hated that.
"So I suppose you'll just be crashing on a park bench then, yeah?" Aly crossed her arms on the table and stared intently at the blonde. He glared back at her.
"Fine. But let's get one thing straight. I don't need your help." He continued to glare at her as he spoke.
"Yeah, yeah." She smirked and waved her hand as if to dismiss it and stood up, pulling his trunk with her. "Let's get a move on then. Don't want to be walking out too late."
Draco glanced back down at his soup before narrowing his eyes at the girl in front of him. "What about the soup?" He asked, expecting her to gloat about buying it with her tip money for him.
"Don't worry about it." She smiled at him and started walking toward the door, fully knowing that Draco would follow her. "Louis said it was on the house."
The lie slid off her tongue so easily Draco almost believed her. Almost.
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