-{The Muggle and The Malfoy}-
- Prologue -–
Ever since the war had ended the Malfoy family had been in hiding. They knew since their dealings with the Dark Lord they would be persecuted and probably sent to Azkaban. As proud as they were at the beginning the fear instilled in them by Voldemort followed them from the battle grounds to their home. The moment they fled from Hogwarts they knew they wouldn't be able to show their face in wizard society, at least until everything had died down. At first Lucius argued the point but Narcissa didn't care about the money or their standing in the pureblood circles. All she cared about was her son and her family.
She won over her husband, for even though he seemed cold to everyone else he did love her and Draco a great deal. He just didn't know how to show it. They packed what they could in their rush and fled from the Manor before anyone would come looking for them. At first they didn't know where to go, they didn't think they'd find refuge after having supported the Dark Lord for so long. They travelled for a long time staying in inns and hotels but they couldn't escape the icy glares that got sent their way by anyone who knew who they were. It wasn't long before they all came to the same conclusion.
That's how they found themselves in Gloucestershire, hiding in a little town called Cirencester.
Living with Muggles.
-{The Muggle and The Malfoy}-
- Part 1 -–
Draco had learnt early on that he couldn't go out every day. The run down poor excuse for a house where they had been living in was hardly a home. Their thousands upon thousands of Galleons didn't serve them very well in the Muggle world. They couldn't exactly waltz into Gringotts and ask for an exchange. They had managed to sell some of their belongings for Muggle money but it was barely enough to get by. Lucius had bewitched the owner of their small cramped cottage to allow them to stay there indefinitely. There was only so much magic could do however.
The fact they had little money meant that they had to find jobs in the Muggle community. Something he and his father had yet to stoop so low as to do. Narcissa had managed to get a job in a Muggle pub serving beers to drunken men all night long. She didn't complain once, she was just happy she could help her family survive.
They had lived in the little town called Cirencester for nearly 3 months when Draco finally stepped outside for the first time to mingle with the "locals". He was bored of sitting in his shoe box of a room staring at the wall wondering how it all came down to this. Their house wasn't too far from the town centre so he didn't have to worry too much about getting lost. However he did have to worry about the throngs of muggles taking up all the path space. He had to refrain himself from casting a cleansing spell on him every time one of them touched him in their haste to get by. He almost regretted coming out at all.
The main street through the city centre seemed to be for pedestrians only so he was able to avoid getting bumped into with the extra space to walk. His mother had handed him a strange colored piece of paper with a 10 and a woman's head on it saying it was money and he should get himself something. He was disgusted by the mere fact he had the Muggle money in his pocket and highly doubted he would be tempted to buy anything from the Muggle shops.
That's when he spotted her. She was wiping down a table outside a small coffee shop. She wore a button down top with the shops logo on the front and a little black apron around her waist over black slacks. Her hair was a natural golden blonde and hung to just above her shoulders and bounced with her every move. He barely even realized he had been walking over until he got there.
She had already cleared up a second table and taken a dirty tray inside when he reached the door. He told himself he just wanted a cup of coffee as he pushed open the shop door. Nothing else, just coffee. He hadn't had a cup of the caffeinated beverage for far too long and he thought this Muggle coffee shop was probably the most likely to offer him a decent drink over all the others along the high street because it had the most customers…nothing to do with a certain blonde waitress.
(A/N) Don't know whether to continue this story or not...feedback would be appreciated, would anyone read?
