200- Pomegranate
Draco hummed to himself as he browsed the fruit section in the small market. It had been four months since the battle, but he wasn't planning on going back to England any time soon. Living off the grid was better. He would face his past when he was sure he'd made peace with everything on his own, and not a moment before.
"You wouldn't happen to know how to pick a pomegranate, would you?"
"Astoria?"
"Indeed."
"What are you doing in Greece?"
"Mum and Daddy knew there would still be a lot of anti-Slytherin prejudice at Hogwarts…so they sent me here to go to school with our cousins."
"Oh. Right…er…here you go." He picked out a few pomegranates for her.
"We're allowed out on the weekends," she informed him. "Maybe we could hang out? You don't know anyone here, right?"
"Right," he said hesitantly. Frankly, it would be nice to have someone to hang out with. On the other hand, he didn't want word of his location spreading.
"Don't worry," she said. "I won't tell anyone you're here. And we don't have to talk about…before."
He nodded. "Well, just send me an owl, I suppose."
She smiled brightly. "I will."
