This starts before Draco's 6th year at Hogwarts. I decided just because he has to kill Dumbledore, it doesn't mean he has to go without a social life.
Disclaimer~ I don't own Harry Potter or anything in this story that is Harry Potter, JK Rowling owns it all. :(
I like to dawdle, this is just a starter chapter, the next won't waste so much time.
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Draco
Draco sits on the bleachers, watching the muggles play their games. HIs mother is too distressed to care, His aunt is off helping the Dark Lord do who knows what, and His father was busy sitting in Azkaban. So he gets to sit and watch muggles for a change.
He honestly doesn't get why they enjoy running and jumping so much. He'd seen them run on one of the stretches of the "track" going as fast as they could, and then jump over bars that they put in the way. Then they'd run around the track 2 times, or 4 times, some times only half the track. He watched them run down a strip of paved ground, then jump into sand. They jumped over a bar, that they put higher every time they jumped. They threw something that looked like a bludger in another area, aswell as a disk thing. There was no apparent order. He supposed it was a practice, there were so few of the muggles. He'd seen this field covered in muggles once, like these events were quidditch or something.
He was watching a bunch of muggle girls throw the bludger thing, not nearly as far as the boys, he noticed. They didn't look like the ones running and jumping, they were stockier, more upper body strength. Some looked like runners, they didn't throw so far as the others. He started taking in appearances. Throwing currently was a short, stocky blonde, then a tall, gangly red head. Bleuh, she could pass as a Weasley. A brunette with bushy hair, and a vertical disability was looking at someone with obvious hate. He found who she was staring at, a leggy blonde, who was chatting with an equally leggy brunette. Huh, not all muggles were ugly apparently. He continues on. The next girl was bouncing up and down like a crazy person, laughing with another girl. Her friend looked amused at her friends joy, she was making a face that was a cross between a smile and a smirk. A happy smirk though. he stared at her mouth, pale pink lips, smiling so easily. He studied the rest of her face. Pale skin, straight nose, dark eyes currently filled with laughter. Her hair nearly went down to her waist, curling and twisting, it was a dark brown. She wore a baggy t-shirt, and shorts. Nice legs he noted. Yes, not all of them are ugly.
She threw her not-bludger and went back to her friend. She tripped and fell on her butt. Her friend laughed and held out her hand to help her up. She crossed her eyes and made a face. Draco couldn't help it, he laughed. She glances at him, sticks her tongue out, and goes back to her friend. Draco rolls his eyes and goes to watch the runners, who were now jumping multiple bars.
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The sun was setting, the muggles were packing, and he still sat on the bleachers. He swung his around to see the girl from earlier. She's wearing a dark gray sweatshirt now, she looks like it's freezing, but it's only just started cooling down. He smiles at her. She is pretty, for a muggle, he thinks, and he starts thinking of excuses to leave, if she wants him to stay. His thoughts freeze though with the words that come out of her mouth.
"Hey Malfoy. Never took you as someone who liked to watch muggles."
He stared at her, he couldn't place her. She suddenly looked familiar. He could've asked, but he didn't.
"Hi." She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, see you later, Malfoy." She smirked, like she knew something he didn't, and
left.
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And what does she know?!?!?! Read on *spooky voice*
