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----- Chapter 1 - The Rave ----- (Draco's POV)

"Honey! Wake up!" my mum's voice echoed up the winding staircase to my room. I sighed. Another day in the life of Draco Malfoy. Can you say 'boredom'? I felt very lucky that morning, though, as I dragged myself out of bed. You see, I was being dropped off in Diagon Alley a week early, giving me plenty of time to wander around and cause some mischief. Using my father's name to get out of any trouble I might happen upon, of course.

I hopped into the shower, welcomed by cold water spouting from the spigot like little ice pellets. I yelped and turned the hot water on full blast. It didn't help much so I just jumped out and hurried into my clothes. I'd just have to take a one at the pub that night.

I rushed down the stairs, ate breakfast, and prepared to dis-apparate to Diagon Alley.

When we arrived, my mother refused to help me with my trunk into the Four Crosses Pub, claiming she needed to keep her nails in good shape and I was a man now, so I should do it myself anyways. We made our way to the counter and while she checked me in, I stood and took in the sights before me.

There was a high, arched ceiling, a library on the left with comfy, overstuffed chairs, and a dining room on the right with a table of cookies set out. Beyond the library on the left was the dusky pub and behind that the stairs up to the rooms. On the right, past the dining room, there was the check-in/out counter, where my mother was standing.

"Draco! Come here, dear, and get the key!"

I snatched the key out of her hand as she began to brief me on safety, manners, and hygiene. I continued to stare at my surroundings. I saw a couple of people pass by... My mind particularly focused on a girl with long brown hair going up the stairs. Maybe I could find her later on...

"Draco! Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, mum." I answered, my eyes snapped back to her face.

"Alright, I'll be off, then. Goodbye." She pecked me on the cheek and walked off, waving as she exited through the magnificent stained glass doors.

I reached my room and dropped the heavy trunk at the end of the bed. I pulled out a few pairs of robes, some jeans and shirts, as well as some homework I needed to finish and scattered them about the room to make it look a little more like home. I picked up some charms work I had put off to last and started working.

By the time I was done, it was only nine or so in the evening. I had eaten some sandwiches I had brought with me while I worked and now I desperately needed something to do, so I went downstairs to see what was happening in the pub.

When I got down the stairs, I saw a group of teens my age. I hung out casually, pretending to read a book and waited for them to leave. The same girl I had seen earlier walked past, and, yet again, her back was to me and I couldn't see her face. The group left once she had joined them. I don't know why this girl intrigued me so, but I followed.

We went down Knocturn Alley and after a couple of minutes we were there.

'There' in this case means a nice-sized, open-sided tent in the middle of a misty field. It was the kind you would see at a reception or a funeral, looking like it could fit maybe thirty or so people inside.

Once they reached the tent, the group proceeded down a semi-hidden stairway that led down into an underground, basement-like room. It was huge. There were strobe lights, a disco ball hanging from the ceiling, and a DJ. I went on into the room, forgetting about the group I had followed and just watched. As everyone started jumping to a particularly wild song, I felt the sudden urge to join in. The urge grew stronger as the song progressed and soon after I found myself dancing along with them, crowding in with the masses and enjoying the music.

Getting thirsty, I decided to search out a table with anything that was consumable. While exploring I came across the group I had followed. They were sitting in the corner by the stairs on a grouping of medieval stone benches that seemed to be intricately carved of solid granite.

Sitting in the middle of that group, laughing, was...

"Granger?"

She looked up with big brown eyes full of terror, "...Malfoy."

-----tbc?-----

Haha. Who would've guessed? Yeah, I know it's pretty obvious… -- I tried. So how was it? I'm not that good at the first chapter and setting everything up. And, again, sorry for rushing everything, but I hope you liked it!

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