Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling has a life. Someone who has a life wouldn't be writing this story. I am writing this story. Therefore, I am not J.K. and I have no right to claim her characters, places, or laws in her world.
In The Most Unlikely Places…
Ch. 2 (The Color Red)
Draco couldn't believe that Blaise had talked him into coming to a muggle club opening. Yes he had cut off all contact from his cruel, crazy, madman-ass-kissing parents; but that didn't mean that Draco got a warm fuzzy feeling when he looked at muggles. Blaise was just more adapted to the culture, because he had left home at an earlier age; at least, that was Draco's reasoning in concern to his friend's strange ways of fraternizing with muggles willingly. Draco and Blaise had been sharing a flat fairly close to The Leaky Cauldron, but in a residential muggle neighborhood (as not to be found by their parents). Though the flat was of a "modest size" to most, affordable only since both he and Blaise had non-retractable trust funds at Gringotts, the blonde knew that the flat couldn't even hold a candle to the manor that Draco had been accustomed to living in.
It was true that a lot had changed for Draco in the past few months, moving, defying his father, learning how to cook, and hiding from his father; but in all truth the freedom that came with the learning curve gave Draco a happiness that he had rarely known before. The only time Draco could remember being the first time that he flew on a broom. Nevertheless muggle socializing was not top of Draco Malfoy's "to do list."
Alas since he was already here Draco thought that he should make the most of it, after all it really had been a long time since he had gotten laid… As Draco surveyed the room he saw a pair of girls dancing directly under the disco ball. One of them was wearing a silver halter-top and a green skirt; they were the exact Slytherin colors. But she wasn't the girl that had caught his eye. No, the girl that had caught the eye of the blonde was not just wearing, but embodying the scarlet corset top dress. It showed cleavage which Draco adored, but not so much as to look lose. The dress hugged her curves in places, as almost to make his very fantasies come alive. There was indeed something different about this muggle. She looked slightly familiar, but the hair wasn't strait and the attitude of ice didn't even make an appearance. This seemed just so different than the girls he was used to seeing day to day. Honey ringlets partnered with a carefree innocence, this was the girl that he would take home tonight, Draco was sure of it.
"Oy Blaise." Draco yelled, not taking his eyes off of the girls dancing provocatively under the illuminating disco ball.
"Drake, man, I'm kind of busy over here." Blaise motioned to the three girls standing next to him, as they watched giggling.
"Fine fine, I just wanted to tell you that I will have company tonight." Draco said, finally tearing his eyes away from the dance floor.
"Someone seems awfully sure of himself." One of the girls with Blaise managed to get out, in between her constant laughter.
"Well that is the privilege you gain with looking this good." Draco snapped back at the simpering girl. It really was true, even with the glamour charm he had cast; he was still Draco Malfoy no matter if his hair color was black for the night.
AN: So I know that you guys said you wanted a chapter from Draco's POV… What do you think? You can also view the dress Hermione was wearing on my profile. Thanks so much for the reviews, I wasn't actually going to write anymore today because contrary to popular belief I do sleep. But you guys inspired me, soooooo I hope you like it. Enjoy!
