Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns everything. I would also like to thank my friend Elisa for the name Cabot Row. The movie quote is from Men in Black.

Elisabeth was frozen and torn between embarrassment and anger. Draco didn't know what to say for himself. They stood there staring at each other. Draco finally spoke. I-I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to spy on you or anything. I just came here to talk...... His voice trailed off. After several moment of silence Elisabeth turned around and put her shirt on. She walked over and opened the door the rest of the way. She was apparently going to forgive him for this. Well.. what do you need to talk about?
Draco walked over and sat down on her bed.Well.. I was hoping you could tell me. Hermione is worried about you, Elisabeth, and so am I. You have become so withdrawn lately, and you are getting too thin. You need to eat more. What is going on? I know you are feeling kind of out of place right now. Is there anything I can do?
Elisabeth sighed and sat down on the bed next to him. It was like a flood gate had been opened. She poured out her every feeling to him. She told him what she had told Hermione, about how out of place she felt. She also told him things that were completely irrelevent. She described her lack of self confidence and her fear of being lonely for the rest of her life. She was depressed, and she knew this, but it was not a new experience. She had always been this. He was just seeing it for the first time.
Draco wasn't sure what to do or say. He wasn't used to anyone spilling out their feelings like this. All he could do was hug her and try to soothe her while she suppressed her sobs. After a few minutes, he pulled away and stared deeply into her eyes.
Elisabeth, we need to get you out of the house and away from your studies. You need a break. What would make you happy? Tell me. It can be anything. Her red, tearful eyes stared at him thoughtfully for a few moments. A smile spread across her face. Let's take a trip. I want to take you for a night out on the town..in a muggle city.. in America.
Draco thought about this for a moment. he asked.
How about New York? replied Elisabeth.
Draco thought it over. They couldn't apparate.. she wasn't advanced enough. However, they could use Floo Powder. He knew of a place called Cabot Row in New York City. It was like Diagon Alley. They could arrive there and set all of their affairs in order. All right, he said. She squealed with delight and gave him a hug. He was a little startled by this.We'll leave tomorrow.
How are we going to get there? she asked. Draco explained it all to her. Ahh I see. Wait, what will you wear? Draco looked confused, then looked down at his robes. Draco, those might be fine for Cabot Row, but you can't run around the muggle world in those. It may be New York, but people aren't THAT weird! Draco was too amused to be offended. What else do you have?

A few minutes later, Elisabeth was in Draco's room, rummaging through his closet. It was just hanger after hanger of robes, some fancier than others, but all either black or dark green. Not much for variety are you? Draco didn't answer. She did manage to find some muggle clothes: some black slacks, black shirts, and a pair of jeans. Black, of course. All right, well these will do. I'll take you shopping when we get there. Now! It's time for me to go pack! She gave him a wink, and before he could say anything, she was gone.

***The Next Day***

They two of them arrived at Cabot Row at eleven the next morning. Draco exchanged his wizard money for American muggle money and they set off for the city. Elisabeth insisted that while they were there, everything else was to be done the muggle way. They made their way to the Plaza Hotel; Draco wouldn't settle for anything less. Elisabeth gave him barely enuogh time to throw his bags in his room before pulling him outside again and on towards the shops. They spent the entire day shopping, with Elisabeth whispering explanations about various things and instructions on how to act in the muggle world all the while. she had said, you can NOT just whip out your wand and change the Do Not Walk sign without looking suspicious.
Several hours later, they were exhausted and back at the hotel. Elisabeth decided it would be best to rest and stay in tonight, but they were going to go tomorrow. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Now she was forcing him to try on the clothes he had bought.. or rather.. that she had made him buy. Oh but Draco, it would make me so HAPPY if you bought that. She was manipulative, that one. The thought of it made him smile. He didn't really mind.
At least he hadn't minded it until he got to the present outfit. There was a banging at the door that ajoined their rooms. Come ON Draco, she shouted. Haven't you got it on already?
Yes I do and I am not coming out.
Oh good lord. Just let me see it! she yelled.
NO. I look totally gay. He heard muffled laughter from the other side of the door. He stared disapprovingly in the mirror. GAY was the only word that came to mind when he looked at his reflection.
Oh Draco, I can't believe you are making me do this. Silence for a few moments, then he heard her say
The door swung open and she gasped. He was wearing a tight, black, sleeveless shirt and even tighter fitting black leather pants. And damn did he look good! She stared at him in awe. He just glared.
I CANNOT believe you made me buy this! he fumed. Elisabeth didn't seem to have heard. You are so wearing that tomorrow night! He sputtered a string of protests , and her expression darkened. All right, she said in a depressed tone. But it would make me so happy if you wore that.
He glared at her some more, knowing exactly what she was doing. Ahh Bloody Hell!! he muttered, slamming the door in front of her. But even as he said it, he could feel the smile across his face.
They spent the rest of the night watching stupid muggle movies that, much to his surprise, he found extremely funny. He didn't usually laugh a lot, but something about..what was his name? Adam Sandler.. made him break the Malfoy rules about laughter. The most ridiculous move they watched was That was REALLY stupid, but even funnier. As they watched the movies, they ate pizza. He had never had pizza before. It sounded terribly low class and disgusting, but once again, he was surprised. Muggles aren't so bad after all, I guess, he told himself.
They spent the night in their respective rooms and slept late into the next day. Once again, she dragged him around the city to many muggle landmarks he could care less about. He did care about one thing though: Elisabeth. All of this made her happy, and in turn, made him happy.
That night came very quickly and once again he found himself staring disapprovingly into the mirror while Elisbaeth banged and yelled on the other side of their door. He had to admit, once he had styled his hair the way he wanted to and everything, it didn't look as bad. This thought reminded him of a line in one of the muggle movies they watched last night. I make this look good. He smiled, then his smile faded. It still looked gay.


After waiting an eternity the door swung open. Elisabeth's jaw dropped. If she thought he looked sexy last night, then he looked DEAD sexy now! The outfit was the same, but his hair was no longer slicked back as usual. It was gelled, but sort of messy in a good way, with some of his blonde hair hanging over his gray eyes. You look so hot, she said before she could stop herself.'
Normally Draco would agree with anyone who said this to him, but this time he just blushed. She didn't look so bad herself. She had on fitted leopard print pants and a one-armed sleeveless black midriff top with a slanted neckline. Her hair was sectioned off and twisted back, and she was covered in body glitter. Her eye makeup was especially dark, and she wore a dark brownish-red lipstick. You look beautiful, he said. Elisabeth just shook her head and laughed. Oh Draco, don't lie. I look like a complete whore, and so do you, but that's the point. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him out the door before he could reply.
The club was like nothing Draco had ever experience before. It was dark, with bluish beams of light pulsating to the beat of the energetic music. People were dancing in ways that he had never seen before. Elisabeth tried to get him to dance, but he felt too awkward. The only kind of dancing he had been taught to do was ballroom dancing; he was, after all, a Malfoy. That's the sort of thing Malfoys were taught. Oh come on, she said. Just let loose! Draco looked around at all the people who were, as Elisabeth had called it, freak dancing. Draco was no prude, he just not used to any of this. I'm sorry, he told her, I just feel so stupid. A playful smile spread across Elisabeth's lips. A little bit of alcohol is just the thing to take care of that. And with that, he followed her to the bar.
A half an hour and lord knows how many shots later, they were still at the bar, laughing. A bubble had formed at the top of Draco's beer bottle, and he thought it extremely funny. Watching Draco like this made Elisabeth laugh, and seeing her laugh made him laugh ever harder; so hard he fell off the bar stool. She too laughed harder, then leaned over to help him up. Together they staggered to the dance fllor. This time, Draco didn't feel any inhibitions whatsoever, and he freak danced' like a pro.
Several hours later, they were back at the hotel, still a little drunk and laughing hysterically at everything. Elisabeth couldn't seem to steady her door key enough to use it, so Draco came over to help, which proved to not be much help at all. This also made them laugh. Apparently they were being too loud, because a very unfriendly looking man opened his door and told them in not so many words to shut up. The two finally got the door open, and Elisabeth quickly pulled Draco in, where they collapsed on her bed in a fit of childish giggles. Draco couldn't help noticing how much happier she seemed. He felt guilty. He had convinced her to come stay with him and learn to be a witch; he had taken her out of this world. With this thought, he stopped laughing and sat up.

I'm sorry. She bolted up. What for? she asked.
For convincing you to stay with me. Elisabeth looked confused. I have never seen you as happy as you have been these past few days. I feel guilty for taking you away from all of this. And if you want to, you can stop being tutored and come back here. I just want you to be happy.
Elisabeth's expression turned serious. Draco, I told you. I was depressed before I came, and it wasn't as if you forced me into anything. It was my decision. And as for being happy, I am happy because I am out and about and doing all of this with you. She touched her hand softly to his cheek. I am happy because I am with YOU.
If Draco had any sense of self control, then he had blatantly ignored it. He leaned forward and kissed her passionately and firmly. He could tell it had surprised her by the way her body had jerked, but within an instant it had melted into his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he leaned her back, gently pushing her into the mattress. As he expertly started to work his hands across her firm stomach and up under her shirt, he felt a pang of guilt. The words she had said that first day at Hogsmeade rang through his mind. Don't try anything funny, she had said. Oh God, he thought. Am I taking advantage of her? With this thought, he abruptly pulled away. I'm sorry. This is wrong. I can't do this to you. And with that, he walked quickly into his room, locking the door behind him and leaving Elisbeth lying on the bed hurt and confused.


************
Author's note: Yes, I do realize that the whole Draco in leather pants thing is unoriginal and overdone, but can you really ever get too much of a good thing? I didn't think so. ;-) I would also like to warn everyone that the next chapter is strictly rated R for sexual and possibly drug related content, so keep that in mind.