Rowan seemed to pause and think for a moment and the reply that she
generated truly shocked them both. "You can stay with me and as I am
leaving now, that also means you are leaving, so grab your ego and let's
get out of here."
"Yes, Colonel."
"Ah, you are fabulous well trained." Rowan sneered. She led Draco out into the parking garage. In New York City, the wizards were quite content with living as muggles, the driving, the public transportation, the bars, the clubs...
"Cars?" He mumbled, "this should be interesting."
"Get in." She unlocked the doors and climbed in. Draco, not knowing anything about cars thought that this was a particularly nice one and Rowan could tell.
She beamed, "it's a Mercedes, you'll never find a nicer car."
"How can you afford this?" He asked curiously.
Looking negatively at every remark coming from Draco, she took it to be some what of an insult. "You aren't the only one that comes from a wealthy family, it's just a different type of wealth."
The rest of the drive was silent, not counting of course the noise of the city, the radio and other minor noises of the sort.
Rowan's flat was a two bedroom beauty, on the third floor of a building on 79th and Broadway.
Draco's mind was fast at work as she gave him a quick tour and left him in his room to unpack while she prepared dinner. Had something changed? Or was it just that she felt obligated. No, something had changed. Whenever he always wanted to know something, he just entered the mind of the person. This he couldn't do with Rowan. With a smile, he remembered that day back in Hogwarts when he'd found Rowan asleep and entered her dreams...about Harry of course. It was an embarrassing dream and was glad that the roles hadn't been reversed. Draco wouldn't have been dreaming about just any girl, he would have been dreaming about Rowan. And that would have been the end of everything. He'd liked her from the first moment she'd arrived, two weeks into their Fourth Year and Dumbledore had introduced her to the entire school. She was then, and still was, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and proud like he was. He'd known then that things would go either two ways, they'd hate each other or they'd love each other. Well, she'd met the Potter gang first and things went down hill from there. And when they'd found out that they were mages, and Draco and Rowan had equal powers, it was if they were meant to be and she just didn't see it. That was almost when he gave up, but buried under layers of hatred and frustration, there always remained a secret affection for the girl who never gave him the time of day. The fact that she was the only one that never gave him a chance also was a factor in his affection...but of course, nothing ever came of his unrequited love...he'd told Harry too, when their parents married. Harry kinda laughed and told Draco of how every one thought that he actually had a reason for hating Rowan and he was only just feeding her back what she dished out, mixed with an anger for being overlooked. The most important thing was that Draco felt now, of all times, that same feeling whenever Rowan looked at him, like there were a swarm of snitches in his stomach, all fluttering around. He planned to do his best to suppress his feelings and hopefully get rid of them by the time this joint-operation was completed.
Rowan finished setting the table, a fabulous meal of chicken, potatoes and vegetables, with some candles...she thought the candles might be a little much, but she loved the affect they had on the meal. She looked over the table and deciding that she was as ready as she'd ever be for a meal with Draco, went to fetch him from his room. She found him, relaxed on his bed, nothing put away, staring off into space. Rowan studied him, he looked as good as he ever had, even better now that they were older. But there was no time to think like that now...maybe later. She shook her head to clear the thoughts and memories that had come rushing in.
"Hey, day dream believer, tea's ready." Rowan laughed.
"I wasn't sleeping." Draco replied, saying the absolute first thing that came to his mind.
"I see you got a lot done."
"Oh, leave it. Lead on to the feast." He laughed. They rounded the corner and when Draco spotted the kitchen he froze. "Candles, huh?"
"No, I am not trying to romance you. I like candles, end of conversation."
Draco laughed, "could I get something to drink?"
"Ah, well, there's Smirnoff Ice in there now, but nothing else. I am currently out of liquor as I didn't know I would be entertaining guests."
"Who said anything about entertaining? No, only kidding. I like Smirnoff Ice well enough."
"You do? Well, help yourself. How 'bout some music?"
"Yes, I do and yes, that would suit me just fine."
Rowan smiled to herself, logging away a question to ask Draco a bit later, after a few drinks. She watched as Draco took a seat and then she moved to turn on the radio.
"You can't hurry love, no, you'll just have to wait, she said love don't come easy, but it's a game of give and take."
There was silence as Rowan changed the station to a pop one. It
was still silent as she took her seat across from Draco. They were both thinking at the coincidental lyrics that had just played. Rowan spoke first.
"Um, I know it's not really my place to ask, but most guys don't drink, well, that drink...do you happen to bat for the other team?"
"What?"
"Do you like your toast buttered on the other side of the bread?"
"What?"
"Draco are you gay?"
"Yes, Colonel."
"Ah, you are fabulous well trained." Rowan sneered. She led Draco out into the parking garage. In New York City, the wizards were quite content with living as muggles, the driving, the public transportation, the bars, the clubs...
"Cars?" He mumbled, "this should be interesting."
"Get in." She unlocked the doors and climbed in. Draco, not knowing anything about cars thought that this was a particularly nice one and Rowan could tell.
She beamed, "it's a Mercedes, you'll never find a nicer car."
"How can you afford this?" He asked curiously.
Looking negatively at every remark coming from Draco, she took it to be some what of an insult. "You aren't the only one that comes from a wealthy family, it's just a different type of wealth."
The rest of the drive was silent, not counting of course the noise of the city, the radio and other minor noises of the sort.
Rowan's flat was a two bedroom beauty, on the third floor of a building on 79th and Broadway.
Draco's mind was fast at work as she gave him a quick tour and left him in his room to unpack while she prepared dinner. Had something changed? Or was it just that she felt obligated. No, something had changed. Whenever he always wanted to know something, he just entered the mind of the person. This he couldn't do with Rowan. With a smile, he remembered that day back in Hogwarts when he'd found Rowan asleep and entered her dreams...about Harry of course. It was an embarrassing dream and was glad that the roles hadn't been reversed. Draco wouldn't have been dreaming about just any girl, he would have been dreaming about Rowan. And that would have been the end of everything. He'd liked her from the first moment she'd arrived, two weeks into their Fourth Year and Dumbledore had introduced her to the entire school. She was then, and still was, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and proud like he was. He'd known then that things would go either two ways, they'd hate each other or they'd love each other. Well, she'd met the Potter gang first and things went down hill from there. And when they'd found out that they were mages, and Draco and Rowan had equal powers, it was if they were meant to be and she just didn't see it. That was almost when he gave up, but buried under layers of hatred and frustration, there always remained a secret affection for the girl who never gave him the time of day. The fact that she was the only one that never gave him a chance also was a factor in his affection...but of course, nothing ever came of his unrequited love...he'd told Harry too, when their parents married. Harry kinda laughed and told Draco of how every one thought that he actually had a reason for hating Rowan and he was only just feeding her back what she dished out, mixed with an anger for being overlooked. The most important thing was that Draco felt now, of all times, that same feeling whenever Rowan looked at him, like there were a swarm of snitches in his stomach, all fluttering around. He planned to do his best to suppress his feelings and hopefully get rid of them by the time this joint-operation was completed.
Rowan finished setting the table, a fabulous meal of chicken, potatoes and vegetables, with some candles...she thought the candles might be a little much, but she loved the affect they had on the meal. She looked over the table and deciding that she was as ready as she'd ever be for a meal with Draco, went to fetch him from his room. She found him, relaxed on his bed, nothing put away, staring off into space. Rowan studied him, he looked as good as he ever had, even better now that they were older. But there was no time to think like that now...maybe later. She shook her head to clear the thoughts and memories that had come rushing in.
"Hey, day dream believer, tea's ready." Rowan laughed.
"I wasn't sleeping." Draco replied, saying the absolute first thing that came to his mind.
"I see you got a lot done."
"Oh, leave it. Lead on to the feast." He laughed. They rounded the corner and when Draco spotted the kitchen he froze. "Candles, huh?"
"No, I am not trying to romance you. I like candles, end of conversation."
Draco laughed, "could I get something to drink?"
"Ah, well, there's Smirnoff Ice in there now, but nothing else. I am currently out of liquor as I didn't know I would be entertaining guests."
"Who said anything about entertaining? No, only kidding. I like Smirnoff Ice well enough."
"You do? Well, help yourself. How 'bout some music?"
"Yes, I do and yes, that would suit me just fine."
Rowan smiled to herself, logging away a question to ask Draco a bit later, after a few drinks. She watched as Draco took a seat and then she moved to turn on the radio.
"You can't hurry love, no, you'll just have to wait, she said love don't come easy, but it's a game of give and take."
There was silence as Rowan changed the station to a pop one. It
was still silent as she took her seat across from Draco. They were both thinking at the coincidental lyrics that had just played. Rowan spoke first.
"Um, I know it's not really my place to ask, but most guys don't drink, well, that drink...do you happen to bat for the other team?"
"What?"
"Do you like your toast buttered on the other side of the bread?"
"What?"
"Draco are you gay?"
