-{The Muggle and The Malfoy}-

- Part 4 -–

Later that night Draco led in his pathetic excuse for a bed staring at the ceiling. His bedroom was less than half the size of his one back at Malfoy Manor. He could probably lie down on the floor here and reach both walls. His bed was only a single as nothing larger would fit into the room. The walls had been painted a pale blue with a strange patterned dark blue wall paper going halfway up with the border going along the edge. It was not him and he hated it. Though that was not what kept him from sleeping.

Every time he closed his eyes he thought of a certain blonde Muggle. He could not figure out why. Perhaps he had caught some strange Muggle disease when he shook her hand or maybe he just really wanted another coffee and he had made it well. That must be it. "I couldn't possibly like her," he muttered and groaned as he rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted but he couldn't sleep for thinking of her.

"Zoey," he said softly liking the way it sounded. Zoey Malfoy. What? NO! I can't even be thinking like that. I must be over tired. I'm acting like a teenage girl! He groaned again annoyed and rolled over burying his face in his pillow. As soon as he closed his eyes he saw bright blue ones filled with laughter and golden hair bouncing as she moved. "Dammit!" he yelled into his pillow, "Stupid Muggle,"

There was a soft knock on his bedroom door. "Come in," he grumbled keeping his face buried in his pillow. "Draco, I just got home from work and I thought I heard you yelling, is everything alright?" His mother's voice asked from the doorway. He didn't want to look at her, he knew she would be wearing the pub uniform and her hair would be messily pulled back into a bun. She would have bags under eyes from how tired she was and she would smell like beer. That damned disgusting Muggle drink. He missed butter beer.

"I'm fine mother," he stated shortly angry at himself for not being able to support his mother when she so clearly needed him and his father's help. "Well ok dear, if you need me I'll be downstairs," she muttered softly, sadness in her voice. Draco had distanced himself from them when they ran. He wasn't upset at them, he was upset at himself. If he hadn't gotten mixed up with the Dark Lord's plans to kill Dumbledore, if he hadn't wanted to prove himself they wouldn't be in this mess.

They probably would have had a chance to pardon themselves. This was all his fault. And Potter's…that damned bastard. If he hadn't been so smug, so good at everything then Draco wouldn't have needed to prove himself. "Damned Potter," he seethed. He rolled back over and stared out the window at the night sky. If it wasn't for him he wouldn't be here now, he wouldn't be obsessing over some Muggle girl. Not that he was obsessing, no, he just liked her salted caramel lattes.

The next day Draco stomped down the stairs sleepily. He was sure his hair was probably a mess and he had bags under his eyes. He hadn't been able to sleep very well. He kept having dreams about Zoey. Dreams where there were together and then Potter showed up and turned her against him. He yawned as he sat at the kitchen table. His mother had cooked up breakfast for all of them. Some slightly burnt bacon and eggs with toast. None of the Malfoy's had ever had to cook their own food so they weren't very good at it yet. Narcissa however had seemed to enjoy it and tried her best not to burn everything.

Draco started to eat his food staring at nothing in particular worrying about his dreams. Why was he so upset about Zoey hating him? She was a Muggle! It shouldn't matter! He hated her kind, which meant he hated her! Right? Yes! I'm only upset because of Potter, I don't like him beating me at anything! That's why! I'll just have to make sure she likes me more! Yes! That's right, and then when he finds us, which he probably will the smug bastard! She won't turn against me.

Narcissa placed a hot mug of coffee in front of him. He looked at it in shock, "When did we get coffee?" he asked quickly. She smiled at him and sat down with her own mug. "I found the receipt from the coffee you bought yesterday in your trouser pocket when I was washing them," she explained. He grimaced slightly at the fact they now had to do their own laundry. "I thought you might appreciate it if I bought some," she added, "Though I don't know what this Muggle instant coffee is like," she looked at the mug thoughtfully before sipping at it.

He watched as she seemed to nod as if approving of the beverage. He picked up his mug and looked at it remembering the taste of the coffee Zoey had made him. He took a mouthful and spat it out quickly. It was too strong and bitter with no caramel flavor to give it the nice sweetness. Narcissa frowned, "Did I make it wrong?" she asked confused looking at her son. Draco shook his head, "It's fine, I just like my coffee sweeter mother," he explained not wanting to upset his mother after all she was doing for him and his father. Who had yet to make an appearance at breakfast.

Lucius had taken a big hit from how far they'd fallen and very rarely left the confines of his room. Draco hadn't seen him in about a week. "I think I might go out," Draco stated more to himself than anything as he stood up. He took his plate to the kitchen sink before leaving the room. It was a strange habit to pick up after so many years of the house elves taking care of everything. He was just glad his mother didn't ask him to wash them up himself. He felt a twinge of guilt making his mother do what their slaves used to but swallowed it down as he got ready to leave.

He was in desperate need of a salted caramel latte. That was the only reason he found himself walking into the small coffee shop later that morning. He had dressed in some of the nicer Muggle clothes that he'd had to buy. Some dark blue jeans and a black long sleeve button down shirt. His platinum blonde hair was still damp but pushed back like he used to wear it at Hogwarts though a few strands fell in his face. He looked around the coffee shop and a smile graced his face when he spotted a certain blonde Muggle.