Draco Malfoy knew how his life was supposed to go at a young age. Marry, procreate and uphold the Malfoy name. But then the war came and life no longer seemed so easy for the blonde. Oh he still wanted to marry and bring the Malfoy name back to its former glory, but he wanted more. Draco it seemed had fallen in love with the idea of love. The idea of coming home to a warm house, to spending hours talking about northing important, to spending hours in bed and making love. This was what Draco now wanted from his life. He knew he wasn't going to get that from Astoria Greengrass. Oh sure she'd be poised and flawless like his mother, but he knew she'd never love him nor would he love her.
So, that was why he was currently waiting outside of Season's Apothecary for one Autumn Rose. He could admit to himself that he found her quite, captivating. Her long auburn hair, thankfully not Weasley red, more like blood then anything he'd seen. And her sparkling hazel eyes that seemed to change color with her mood and her personality, well he quite liked her quick wit and humor. Those were the reasons he was waiting for her. Maybe she could love him, maybe he could love her. Maybe, maybe it would be enough.
And maybe Harry Potter will fly down with pigs shooting from his arse. Draco thought to himself. He was getting ahead of himself. He hadn't even taken Autumn to dinner yet and here he was waxing poetically about love. A sneer quickly settled onto his face. What was wrong with him? He sees one pretty girl, well gorgeous woman he corrected himself, and suddenly he's thinking about love. That was not the Malfoy way.
Then again, he could barely remember the last time he felt this excited, this much anticipation. If he was honest with himself, it was probably when he realized Harry Potter was going to be in his year at Hogwarts and he thought for sure they would be friends. But the sad reality soon came crashing in and he realized that it wasn't meant to be. That the boy with the glowing emerald eyes and messy black hair wasn't ever going to be his.
Wait, be his? Well that sounded too close to a love confession for my liking. Draco could admit, late at night when he couldn't sleep that he did sometimes wonder how is life would have changed had Harry been in it. Would he have eventually fallen in love with The-Boy-Who-Lived? Honestly? Yes, yes he could have.
Draco could say that he was quite comfortable in his sexuality. Though he preferred women he could admit that he did in fact find the male form quite, enticing. Sure he played around at Hogwarts, mostly with Blaise Zabini, but really he could never settle with just a man. He'd miss the soft curves of a woman.
"Are you going to stand there staring at the stars all day or are you going to take me to dinner?"
Draco jumped three meters in the air and quickly spun around to see Autumn standing by the door to her shop laughing, really rather hard at him.
"Oh Merlin I didn't think you could look so human." Autumn got out between fits of giggles.
Draco pulled on his robe and ran a hand threw his loose blonde hair, an attempt to regain his composure.
"Well, if you are quite done laughing at me we can go, unless of course I'm too 'human' for you now. " Draco replied to her with a sneer on his face.
"Oh no, you the great Lord Malfoy will never be human. You are much too pretty." Autumn's face suddenly went pale when she realized what she had said.
D-Did she just say I was pretty? I mean, I know I am but to have her say that like it was common knowledge… Draco couldn't help it, he smiled. Autumn's face quickly regained its color and then some because she went bright red and looked down at her shoes.
"Well, there's no need to act modest, like you don't already know. Can we please go to dinner now?" Autumn asked in a hurry hopping that this night would end quickly so she could bang her head against a wall.
"I'd like to inform you I wasn't acting. But yes we may go, I hope you enjoy Italian." With that Draco quickly grabbed his date around the waist spun on his heel and apparited them away.