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Draco Malfoy wasn't the most pleasant of people. He wasn't even a nice person to his own friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Nothing was going to change him. And who would go for it if he did change?
He sat outside Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor, waiting for the two goons to show up. Usually you could see them from a mile away, even in a large crowd, considering they were the two biggest and most gorilla-like boys their age.
Draco sat; twirling his spoon in his carmel apple flavored ice cream. This is the only form of twirling you will ever see Draco doing. He's just that sort of manly person. There is no soft side. Curse you if you thought there was. There isn't.
And this lack of friends was starting to get to him. He must look like a fool sitting there by himself. With ice cream no less. Everyone knows it is cooler to eat ice cream with friends than it is to eat it alone. He must look like such a loser.
With a heavy frustrated sigh he stood up. The Quidditch Supplies store was just around the bend, and Draco needed new booties. His had holes in them by the big toe. This simply will not do, considering Draco has the reputation for having the best and shiniest things.
He passed the display window on the way to the door but something caught his eye. He turned back and stared discreetly into the window. There was a girl inside the store who was looking at a Nimbus 2001. It was next to the Quidditch booties. How oddly convenient for him. He could gain some composure, go into the store, grab a pair of booties and then introduce himself. That seemed like a good plan. He dusted off the front of his robes and checked his reflection in the glass window. His hair was the same as it always was; a fierce white blonde and slicked back with at least three tubes of gel. Why change your appearance when you already know you're the best?
The bells on the door clanged as he opened it. Somehow it bothered him. He'd rather go through the door unnoticed and sort of sneak up on the girl. He'd be sly. Yeah. Sly. Well he lucked out, because she didn't turn to see who had come into the store.
She was running her hand along the Nimbus 2001. It made Draco shiver involuntarily. He approached the booties and thought fast. Maybe he should grab a few sizes bigger than he really was. He grinned and picked up a 14; he was really a twelve, but hey! Maybe his feet would miraculously grow two sizes in time for Quidditch season. He was only thinking ahead…
"That's my stick," he said proudly.
The girl spun
around and looked at him, her eyes wide. "Excuse me?"
"My broomstick." He pointed to the
Nimbus 2001. "I got it in my second year. A bit more temperamental than most
other brooms."
She tucked a lock of straight, shiny chestnut hair behind one of her ears. Her hair was a little past her shoulders and looked soft to the touch. "Are you assuming that the broom might be too much for me?"
Damnit. Smooth move, Malfoy. "No, that wasn't what I meant. I meant that—"
But she wasn't looking at him anymore. Her eyes were back on the Nimbus, and Draco didn't even have time enough to remember what color they were. Green? Brown? He needed to make another stab at conversation. Who wants to look like a dweeb in front of such a gorgeous girl?
"So, are you attending Hogwarts this year?" That seemed like a normal question.
She nodded, and the hair that had been pushed behind her ears fell into her face again. She kept her eyes on the Nimbus though, still. "Yeah, I am. I got all of my books today. I was on my way to get robes fitted, but I saw this shop and had to come in."
Draco was ready to say that she shouldn't bother getting robes, but he knew he'd get smacked. Why wasn't she acknowledging him? He wasn't a bad looking guy. One of the best looking at Hogwarts in his own opinion.
"What school are you coming from?" He asked, leaning his arm against the wall.
"Oh, I didn't come from one. I was home schooled," she said, finally looking at him.
Draco furrowed his brow. "Home school?"
She nodded and it almost looked like she had smiled. But she turned away again and stared at the displays on the walls as she walked. Draco followed. Of course. Then he realized that he hadn't yet asked her what her name was. He caught up and put a hand on her shoulder, hoping she'd turn around.
When she did he asked her, "Will you tell me your name?"
She smiled. "I'm Abigail Lynch. Everyone just calls me Abby."
Lynch. Lynch. Why did that name sound familiar…?
She sighed at the look on his face. He looked as though he were trying to figure something out. "Aidan Lynch's sister, if you were wondering. Who're you, anyways?"
He'd sort of hoped she'd say it in more of an upbeat tone. She seemed like she just wanted to figure out who was bothering her and then just walk along and hope to get lost in a thick crowd.
"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ahh. The famous introduction. When did he not introduce himself like this?
"Nice to meet you." She smiled when she said it this time. Draco grinned. "Well I should really be going. I need to get my robes fitted, and I need to meet my father in fifteen minutes. I'll see you around, I guess?" Her eyebrows were raised inquisitively.
Draco nodded. He wasn't exactly sure what to say, and he didn't want to ruin his so very shady mystique. Right. As if he hadn't made himself into a total hound dog over this girl. This really pretty girl. This girl who was the sister of a famous Irish Quidditch player. This girl who he figured might be in his league…