Streams of silky sunlight filters into the dingiest single room the leaky caldron had to offer. Gingerly placing one small foot onto the dark lacquered wooden flooring Aria flinches as the coldness. Recoiling back she tucks her legs next to her body, resting her chin on her kneecaps. Sighing deeply she leans slightly forward and lets her long black curls fall over her face, creating a veil. Contemplating weather it was the right decision to look beyond her curtain of hair and enter the world before her or to recluse back into her fort of pillows and live out the rest of her days sleeping. 'No.' she utters in the smallest of voices. 'No.' she says again in a much louder and confident tone. 'I'll be strong.' Nodding to herself Aria stands abruptly and shoves her ocean of curls over her shoulder letting the ends tickle the small of her back.
As a women of 5'1 it is rather easy to get lost in a crowd. But Draco spots her right away. He sees her across the room, sitting at the bar sipping on a shot of fire whisky. He smirks my kind of women. He thinks to himself and quickly shakes the thought of his mind realising it was 5o'clock in the morning. What is she doing drinking at this time in the morning? He was baffled completely however saw this as an opportunity to use as a conversation starter. 'Draco dear, tell this kind sir how you're at the top of you're classes.' Being pulled back to reality Draco rips his eye away from Aria who now had her head resting in her hands looking down at the table. 'oh yes, I am currently excelling in all my classes.' Draco answers curtly eyeing up his parents companion. Draco had never met him before and why his parents insisted on meeting him at this absurd time of the day he just couldn't fathom why.
'That is certainly commendable son, now would you be so kind as to bring us another round of drinks, you know what we like right.' Realising he had just been dismissed from the conversation by this strange man Draco stands abruptly and strides over to the counter and places his order. 'hey.' Draco says in a low tone, meant only for the mysterious stranger with eyes so dark they appear black and skin the colour or rich golden honey.
Pushing her hair out of her face she looks up at the stranger. Charcoal black eyes and steel grey eyes lock, both intense and both fighting for dominance to see who'll look away first. 'Hey…' Aria says slowly after a few seconds. Allowing Draco to be the alpha in this situation by being the first to evade his stare. Aria slowly turns back to the drink in her hand that the stranger next to her had so kindly bought for her.
The bar man returns with Draco's order of drinks and wordlessly returns to the back room. With a curt nod at Aria Draco returns to his table 'are you sure he's ready… I mean can he really' the stranger says in a hushed tone. Draco clears his throat to make his presence known and all three members of the conversation heads shoot up. Draco places his drinks down on the table and stand there glaring at the man. His father sends him a glare in return meaning for him to make himself scarce. Doing just that Draco turns on his heel just in time to see the man that had been sitting on two stool seats away from the girl was now helping the passed out Aria up the stairs. That's odd, he can't have been there with her…they weren't sitting together. Draco ponders as we wonders back to the bar to order himself a butter beer. Still in deep thought the sudden realisation of the situation dawns on him and Draco stands abruptly nearly knocking over his own beverage. Stalking over to the stair case where he had seen the girl disappear down and reaching the first room Draco places his ear to the door hoping to hear it was her in there, but there no sound. Walking to the next door he does the same but it is still completely silent. Nearing his fifth door just as his head nears the batted wooden frame of the door he hears a shrill scream that slices the thick silence that had befallen the inn in the early hours of the morning. The screaming ended as quickly as it started. Slamming the door open Draco see the stranger straddling the girl. A rush of relief floods his body when he notes she is still clothed, her top that had been slightly ripped down the front indicating towards a struggle. Grabbing the first object he sees Draco lunges at the strangers and brings down the base of an antique lamp on his head. The lamp smashes and blood cascade down the strange man's head as he falls to his side onto the floor. Draco runs over to where the stranger lays and stomps on the man's neck and then one more time for good measure. He spits on the foul creature that lays before him passed out and turns to face the girl on the bed. Whimpering the girl shakes her head however it would seems she's can barely move. Draco knew why of course, that man must have spiked her drink. Nearing the girl her whimpers turn to cry's. She fears Draco will finish what the stranger had failed to do.
'shhh, it's going to be okay. I am not going to hurt you. Please understand.' Draco says desperately wanting to get this girl out of this room as quick as possible before someone else stumbles upon this situation. The girl nods tears still streaming out of her eyes leaving trails of wetness down her cheeks. Picking up the girl bridal style Draco exists the room but doesn't know where to go 'Where's your room, you're staying here right?' the girl in his arms just stares at the ceiling. He sees her mouth move ever so slightly but no sound comes out. 'Hey… which way is your room?' he says more softly, Draco lowers his face near her and leans his ear closer to her mouth. In just barely a whisper he understands her directions and sets off in the course of her room. Manoeuvring the latch of her door with his foot seeing as he still has the frazzled girl in her arms he enters the threshold of her room and gently places her on the bed. Sitting next to her he gingerly lifts his hand to stroke the hair out of her face. At first Aria recoils at the strangers touch but then her body softens and she allows herself to indulge in his touch. Stroking her hair just as her mother had done Aria lets the tears stream once again from her eyes. Draco unsure of himself takes his own jumper off and lays it on her, covering her exposed chest.
'Draco!' a shrill voice echoes throughout the corridors.
Seeing it as his cue to leave he stands slowly, but bends down once more and gently kisses the stranger on her temple. 'Stay safe.' He whispers against her skin. Lips still pressed to the base of her forehead. With that he stands and leaves.
Not bothering to bid his parents guests farewell he follows behind his mother, walking down a dirty alleyway. 'You! ... You little bastard. Look what you've done.' It was the monster from before, dried blood all down his form. Lifting his wand directed at Draco with an evil glint in his eyes 'Avada…'
'Avada Kedavra' Lucius Malfoy finishes first. The evil man drops to the floor in a heap. Lucius looking unbothered by the use of this particular curse simply places his wand back into his cane, turning abruptly on his heel and makes pace for their chosen destination. Taking one last look at the pathetic excuse of a man lying dead on the floor Draco smirks.