A/N: I'd just like to thank people for reading (and reviewing!) this.
You've made it so much easier to write. Anyways I hope this chapter
doesn't disappoint you. Enjoy!
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Draco sat stunned on Ginny's bed, the same bed they had shared together until very recently. Slowly his head sunk into his hand, "Damn it all." He muttered under his breath. This wasn't the way it was suppose to go. Step one: sleep with hot blonde. Step two: Get Death Eater information. Step three: Escort her to her mansion. Step four: Go back to work and think about his wonderful girlfriend Ginny, who he really didn't deserve. Her coming home when he was sleeping with another woman was not in the plan!
The heel of his palm tapped heavily over and over on his pale forehead. "Oh god Gin! What am I supposed to do without you? You were literally the only thing between me and the Dark mark." This said with a low moan. His pain is briefly replaced with the ever so prevalent Malfoy scowl as he thought of his beloved father. They didn't have any problems from his childhood. Draco hadn't been beaten or ignored, he just felt like an afterthought with his parents.
He raised his head from his hands, running a finger over the impression marks they left. "Packing time. Where's a house elf when you need one?" He grumbled. He took out his wand and flicked it in a practiced move, "Accio Draco's belongings." This said without much thought, and soon clothes, shoes, books, along with every other thing he owned flew at him, with a positive disregard to his well being.
"Fuck!" He cursed loudly. A bitter smirk crossed his handsome face, 'that's what got you in this trouble in the first place Draco old boy." Bitterness replaced with self-mockery as a picture of Ginny and himself barely missed his head. 'She looks so happy.' He frowned as his picture self grabs the chains on the swing, stopping it's movement. Ginny looked over her shoulder with confusion but grinned at Draco, who smiled. He planted a loving kiss on her soft mouth. Ginny's eyes closed- "Her eyes," Draco said brokenly, the image of Ginny right before she left flashed through his mind, her eyes bitterly accusing him. "Her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. I put that bitterness there"
"Bloody Hell!" He cursed loudly. "This place is going to haunt me." He slammed the picture face down, not noticing the sound of breaking glad as he closed the lid. "Well that's it." He moved towards the kitchen, fishing the keys out of his pocket along with a note with a single word scrawled in his careful writing. He left them on the table without a second glance.
Summoning his trunks, he went to Ginny's fireplace looking into the navy blue vase for Floo powder. He shrunk his trunks placing them into his cloak pocket. Draco reached into the blue vase taking out some powder before throwing it into the flames, yelling "Malfoy Loft!" With that he took a step into the fire, he didn't notice at first but the flames had started to clump up his pant leg, rising with each painful second. "Shit!" This said softly but heavy with feeling. Draco thought rapidly as he unclasped his cloak, and wrapped it around his legs. The flames smothered before any physical damage could be done.
A springing noise was heard from the kitchen, muttering unintelligibly with frustration Draco stalked towards the toaster1. He ripped the message out of a slot waving it back and forth to cool the note. After a few seconds the note is finally cool, Draco ripped open the note with a savage smile.
Dear Resident, Due to a recent security up grade both apparition and using the Floo Network from your apartment in this building can no longer be done. Taking into consideration the difficulties this could impose a public fireplace in the lobby is still available for further use. Thank you,
Management
"Why am I not surprised?" He dropped the note beside the toaster and took one last look around Ginny's apartment before stepping out of the door. He quickly placed the apartments locking charm on the door and entered the elevator. The elevator ride was uneventful, except every time somebody would enter the elevator they would get off on the next floor, after spending time with the brooding Malfoy.
Draco stepped out of the elevator calmly; once again the impeccably good looking yet reserved Mr. Malfoy. "Have a good afternoon Frank. I don't think you'll be seeing me again. Here is something for your troubles." Draco held out a small handful of galleons with a faintly look of impatience on his face.
"I'd thank you sir, but I'm not taking your money. Seeing the last of you here is enough payment for me," a pause, "sir. Have a nice day." His blunt disrespect slapping Draco in the face.
"How dare you? I pay your salary. You will pay for this-" he was cut off by a snort.
'Now that's something' I'd love to see. Now if you'd be so kind as to leave I'll call you a cab." Frank moved over to the door, holding it like he did everyday in his blue and red doorman's' outfit with the large brass buttons shining proudly. His cheerful round face and merry blue eyes under the brim of his hat, watched Draco with amusement.
Draco stormed past with a brief shake of his head. "That won't be necessary. The quality of hired help seems to have plummeted." With that Draco dissipated leaving a very merry Frank chuckling loudly in the street holding his rounded midsection. Two pedestrians passed by him with looks of disapproval before they quickened their paces muttering furiously to each other.
~ Draco stood in his loft surveying the scene before him impassively. In his favorite chair, facing the fire sat him mother, her long pale legs crossed with one of her feet tapping the air with a slow relaxed manner.
"Why mother, so nice of you to drop by, and what do I owe this pleasure to?" He walked towards his mother and raised a cold pale hand to his lips. He critically eyes his mother, contemplating her arrival.
Narcissa Malfoy was certainly a beauty; or rather she would be if the light blush to her cheeks and dusky rose-colored lips were natural. Her cheekbones were sharp and her chin was rather on the pointed side. Beneath almost silver blonde eyebrows were two speaking gray eyes, they were obviously here most striking feature.
Draco was often described as an extremely handsome man. He had inherited his mothers eyes and her almost silver hair, but that was where the resemblance to her ended. He was built on a tall frame; his broad shoulders, large but aristocratic hands and long well muscled legs were held with a natural elegance. His handsome face had high cheekbones and a strong square chin most male muggle models would kill for. 'There's that face again.' He thought with amusement. 'Oh but what a face it is.' This thought without any conceit, or at least in his mind. He would never say that out loud, except to someone who doubted his natural beauty.
"Draco! I do wish you would actually listen to me when I'm talking to you. You may pretend to listen to other people but not to me!" Narcissa snapped. "As I was saying, your presence will be needed at one of your father's dinner parties tomorrow. You will be there, and do not even think about bringing that gaudy redhead." She stood up brushing off her shirt and kissing Draco's cheek before dissipating.
Draco scowled at the spot where his mother has recently stood. "Well mother, I don't think that will be a problem." He said aloud. To himself in the very far reaches of his mind he thought very quietly, 'Though I wish it still was.'
~TBC
A/N: Anyways I hope you enjoyed this. Please review: comments and criticism are always welcome.
1 The idea of a note coming out of the toaster isn't my idea. I read it somewhere a long while ago and it came to me again while I was writing this chapter. Again, I did not think of this idea.
Draco sat stunned on Ginny's bed, the same bed they had shared together until very recently. Slowly his head sunk into his hand, "Damn it all." He muttered under his breath. This wasn't the way it was suppose to go. Step one: sleep with hot blonde. Step two: Get Death Eater information. Step three: Escort her to her mansion. Step four: Go back to work and think about his wonderful girlfriend Ginny, who he really didn't deserve. Her coming home when he was sleeping with another woman was not in the plan!
The heel of his palm tapped heavily over and over on his pale forehead. "Oh god Gin! What am I supposed to do without you? You were literally the only thing between me and the Dark mark." This said with a low moan. His pain is briefly replaced with the ever so prevalent Malfoy scowl as he thought of his beloved father. They didn't have any problems from his childhood. Draco hadn't been beaten or ignored, he just felt like an afterthought with his parents.
He raised his head from his hands, running a finger over the impression marks they left. "Packing time. Where's a house elf when you need one?" He grumbled. He took out his wand and flicked it in a practiced move, "Accio Draco's belongings." This said without much thought, and soon clothes, shoes, books, along with every other thing he owned flew at him, with a positive disregard to his well being.
"Fuck!" He cursed loudly. A bitter smirk crossed his handsome face, 'that's what got you in this trouble in the first place Draco old boy." Bitterness replaced with self-mockery as a picture of Ginny and himself barely missed his head. 'She looks so happy.' He frowned as his picture self grabs the chains on the swing, stopping it's movement. Ginny looked over her shoulder with confusion but grinned at Draco, who smiled. He planted a loving kiss on her soft mouth. Ginny's eyes closed- "Her eyes," Draco said brokenly, the image of Ginny right before she left flashed through his mind, her eyes bitterly accusing him. "Her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. I put that bitterness there"
"Bloody Hell!" He cursed loudly. "This place is going to haunt me." He slammed the picture face down, not noticing the sound of breaking glad as he closed the lid. "Well that's it." He moved towards the kitchen, fishing the keys out of his pocket along with a note with a single word scrawled in his careful writing. He left them on the table without a second glance.
Summoning his trunks, he went to Ginny's fireplace looking into the navy blue vase for Floo powder. He shrunk his trunks placing them into his cloak pocket. Draco reached into the blue vase taking out some powder before throwing it into the flames, yelling "Malfoy Loft!" With that he took a step into the fire, he didn't notice at first but the flames had started to clump up his pant leg, rising with each painful second. "Shit!" This said softly but heavy with feeling. Draco thought rapidly as he unclasped his cloak, and wrapped it around his legs. The flames smothered before any physical damage could be done.
A springing noise was heard from the kitchen, muttering unintelligibly with frustration Draco stalked towards the toaster1. He ripped the message out of a slot waving it back and forth to cool the note. After a few seconds the note is finally cool, Draco ripped open the note with a savage smile.
Dear Resident, Due to a recent security up grade both apparition and using the Floo Network from your apartment in this building can no longer be done. Taking into consideration the difficulties this could impose a public fireplace in the lobby is still available for further use. Thank you,
Management
"Why am I not surprised?" He dropped the note beside the toaster and took one last look around Ginny's apartment before stepping out of the door. He quickly placed the apartments locking charm on the door and entered the elevator. The elevator ride was uneventful, except every time somebody would enter the elevator they would get off on the next floor, after spending time with the brooding Malfoy.
Draco stepped out of the elevator calmly; once again the impeccably good looking yet reserved Mr. Malfoy. "Have a good afternoon Frank. I don't think you'll be seeing me again. Here is something for your troubles." Draco held out a small handful of galleons with a faintly look of impatience on his face.
"I'd thank you sir, but I'm not taking your money. Seeing the last of you here is enough payment for me," a pause, "sir. Have a nice day." His blunt disrespect slapping Draco in the face.
"How dare you? I pay your salary. You will pay for this-" he was cut off by a snort.
'Now that's something' I'd love to see. Now if you'd be so kind as to leave I'll call you a cab." Frank moved over to the door, holding it like he did everyday in his blue and red doorman's' outfit with the large brass buttons shining proudly. His cheerful round face and merry blue eyes under the brim of his hat, watched Draco with amusement.
Draco stormed past with a brief shake of his head. "That won't be necessary. The quality of hired help seems to have plummeted." With that Draco dissipated leaving a very merry Frank chuckling loudly in the street holding his rounded midsection. Two pedestrians passed by him with looks of disapproval before they quickened their paces muttering furiously to each other.
~ Draco stood in his loft surveying the scene before him impassively. In his favorite chair, facing the fire sat him mother, her long pale legs crossed with one of her feet tapping the air with a slow relaxed manner.
"Why mother, so nice of you to drop by, and what do I owe this pleasure to?" He walked towards his mother and raised a cold pale hand to his lips. He critically eyes his mother, contemplating her arrival.
Narcissa Malfoy was certainly a beauty; or rather she would be if the light blush to her cheeks and dusky rose-colored lips were natural. Her cheekbones were sharp and her chin was rather on the pointed side. Beneath almost silver blonde eyebrows were two speaking gray eyes, they were obviously here most striking feature.
Draco was often described as an extremely handsome man. He had inherited his mothers eyes and her almost silver hair, but that was where the resemblance to her ended. He was built on a tall frame; his broad shoulders, large but aristocratic hands and long well muscled legs were held with a natural elegance. His handsome face had high cheekbones and a strong square chin most male muggle models would kill for. 'There's that face again.' He thought with amusement. 'Oh but what a face it is.' This thought without any conceit, or at least in his mind. He would never say that out loud, except to someone who doubted his natural beauty.
"Draco! I do wish you would actually listen to me when I'm talking to you. You may pretend to listen to other people but not to me!" Narcissa snapped. "As I was saying, your presence will be needed at one of your father's dinner parties tomorrow. You will be there, and do not even think about bringing that gaudy redhead." She stood up brushing off her shirt and kissing Draco's cheek before dissipating.
Draco scowled at the spot where his mother has recently stood. "Well mother, I don't think that will be a problem." He said aloud. To himself in the very far reaches of his mind he thought very quietly, 'Though I wish it still was.'
~TBC
A/N: Anyways I hope you enjoyed this. Please review: comments and criticism are always welcome.
1 The idea of a note coming out of the toaster isn't my idea. I read it somewhere a long while ago and it came to me again while I was writing this chapter. Again, I did not think of this idea.
