"Three days Blaise!" He smiled lazily. "It took me only three days to get it cleaned up and sold." Draco L. Malfoy sat at a table in a local diner in London. He had returned from Dublin just that morning.
"I told you they would sell quick Draco." Zabini grinned at the male over his coffee. "But you wouldn't believe me until they were all on the block." He smirked as the blonde gave him a dark look.
"Piss off Zabini." He muttered taking a bite of his pasta.
The Slytherin male chuckled and put his coffee back on the table, "So, have you found a place yet?"
The blonde nodded and swallowed his bite. "Aye, I have. It's in the knew Wizarding district."
Blaise nodded, "You mean Structure Alley?"
The Ministry had errected a new Wizarding area that had a more modern twist to it, but many of the shops in Diagon Alley had put bids in for their own chains and got buildings in Structure Alley. Not to mention that they also had constructed a Wizard equivalent to a Muggle apartment complex. And it was there that Draco Malfoy had managed to snag the upper most floor. His flat was literally the top floor of the building. He was already moved in and settled.
A portly woman walked over with a coffee pot and refilled Blaise's mug before walking away.
"Oh, did you hear?" Blaise piped up after a moment, "Ron Weasley is getting married."
Draco had heard. He had been flying over Wales on his broom when the morning addition of the Prophet had arrived. He had looked at it upon his arrival in London and had seen on the front page that head of Magical Securities, Arthur Weasley's youngest son and Ministry official, Ronald Weasley was to be married to Witch Weekly's most attractive Witch, Hemione Granger this coming fall at his family's home.
"My sources say that Potter is to be the best man." Blaise brought Malfoy out of his musings.
"And that's supposed to surprise me?" He asked in a bit of a sneer.
Ah that sneer. Don't we love it.
"No, not really, but still."
Draco smirked at his friend. "and who is this source of your's Blaise?"
The other male chuckled, "Sorry, can't tell you that. Zabini-Source confidentiality." Draco snorted and took up another forkful of his lunch. The dark skinned male glanced at his watch, "Oh bugger, I gotta run Drake." He drained his coffe. "I have a bit of a lunch date in five minutes."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "And what was this?" He asked snarkly.
"This was us catching up after you had been in Ireland for a month." Was the reply in the same manner.
Malfoy watched as his friend left the restaurant and popped out of sight leaving him with the cheque once again.