DISCLAIMER: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter. I have not yet had the chance to be published and I don't think I will… :'(

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The next few days went by quickly. On the cab ride home, Sonia had given Draco her 'Mobile Phone' number. He thought it would be best just to try and look like he knew what she was talking about.

On the morning after the night at the pub, Draco had a killer hang over. And because of the terms of the bet he couldn't use any potion to cure it. He spent the day in bed and with the help if Iris, he was up on his feet again in the afternoon. He got Iris to explain how to use the 'Telephone' so that he could call Sonia. They organised to meet up on the weekend, which was only three days away. He needed time to prepare his next move. They were going to a restaurant called 'Durante Siempre'. It was probably for a romantic dinner right? Draco thought it best that he went dressy/casual in case he was mistaken and then made look like a fool.

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He remembered what Peter had told him about Sonia and her father. He said her dad was a 'multi-billionaire'. He called Iris into the living room where he was eating a late lunch.

'Iris,' he faltered, he didn't want to sound like a dumb ass, 'you don't happen to know where a dictionary is, do you?'

'Yeah, there's one in the study, I'll just go get it for you.'

'Thank you,' said Draco when she brought it in.

'OK,' Draco thought, 'these have to be like wizard ones right…?'

He tapped it once with his wand and said in a clear voice 'Multi-Billionaire'.

It didn't do anything. 'OK so it doesn't work that way.'

He opened it up and figured it had to be in alphabetical order. He knew that much anyway. He was looking for billionaire. He knew what multi meant, it was a prefix or something like that. It meant many, and billionaire, billionaire… B.I.L.L.I.O… ah Billionaire. "Someone who's wealth exceeds a billion pounds, dollars or other currency." 'Well, well,' thought Draco, 'at least she's rich, we have something in common.' He added with a grin.

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What was Draco going to do? Should he use his charm on her? It worked on others alright. But, no, he knew she was different. She wouldn't fall for it. So he had to be sweet, humorous, maybe a little bit of charm wouldn't go astray.

Saturday night arrived and Draco was cool as a cucumber. Sonia was picking him up. Not his idea but she had insisted that she pick him up because then she could show him some of her little town. At seven on the dot, Draco heard a car pull up outside and Sonia hopped out of the car in a black spaghetti strap dress. It came a little above her knees and was cut on the diagonal, showing off two smooth, brown, toned thighs. The dress looked as though it was made especially for her, to show of the womanly curves that she had. And, Draco reminded himself, it probably was.

Draco was standing on the doorstep, utterly stunned. She was gorgeous. He mentally slapped himself. 'Get over it, this is a muggle!' Then he saw her hair. It was a light brown and came down past her shoulder blades, cascading in luscious locks, that gently swayed as she walked. She had put half of it up in a messy bun that, on anyone else would have looked dreadful, but she pulled off to perfection. Draco smiled at her with one of his charming grins. It worked. She smiled at him, and it seemed to light up her face, making her even more radiant.

'I hope you don't mind me saying but… WOW!' he said still stunned.

'Oh this old thing,' she said with a laugh, 'you don't look too bad yourself. You look like a Calvin Klein model or something. And even though I'm wearing these heels,' Draco looked down at them, they had thin straps much like her dress, and her toenails had a cute pink nail polish on them, the same as her fingers nails, 'I still have to look up you.'

Draco blushed when she did indeed look up at him. He cleared his throat. 'Well, we better be off. You made reservations didn't you say?'

Sonia beamed at him, 'OK let's go.' She walked towards the car. As Draco watched her retreating behind, he felt a familiar feeling in his stomach.

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When he got in the car he immediately got hold of her scent. He thought it was familiar, but he only knew wizard perfume so he couldn't be sure. There was silence in the car while Sonia started it up. Then the music stared. He thought he'd heard WWW but it was just the muggle singer Kylie Minouge.  He must have spent too much time away from wizards because he kept seeing wizard items all over the place. Sonia started up the conversation.

'So, how long are you here for Draco?'

'Well, about a month, maybe more.'

'And where will you go back to?'

'Well, my parents own a manor outside of London and I normally spend my summers there, because it's close to my school and I like the comfort of it being so nearby.'

'Oh, cool, so is your school, like and all boys school?'

'Nah, it's co-ed. What about your's? Where is your school?'

'Well, it's in France. But I don't really like it `cause it's so far away from home, and, well I tried to get a transfer to a similar school near London, but I won't know till about a month before school starts.'

'You might be near me.'

'Oh my god, that's right. Well then I can visit you. At least I'll know someone there. I knew no one at B… I mean Ministère de l'Éducation nationale.'

'Is that the restaurant?' said Draco as they rounded the corner. They were approaching a beautiful Spanish style restaurant on the waterfront, with a vivacious atmosphere about it.

'Yep, this is my favourite restaurant. The food is great. The music is even greater.'

'Wow, it's really enchanting.'

The maitre'd led them to their outside table. The soft sound of flamenco music fluttered out through the glass doors from inside. They ordered and while they waited kept their chat going.

'So when did you start going to boarding school?'

'When I was eleven…'

'What was the scholarship for?'

'Um… well, my mother had grown up there and she'd gone there so it was kind of a loyalty thing.'

'Ahh,' said Draco intuitively.

'So what about your parents? Tell me about them.'

 'Well, my father is… the name Malfoy is much respected where I come from. It has a lot of power. He's high up and he doesn't usually come down very often.'

'Well, it must because I'm sure I've heard it before. I just can't think where.'

'Yeah… and my mother, well she worries about me I suppose. She doesn't want me to take the same road as my father.'

'But you said he's high up.'

'Yeah, but for bad reasons.'

'OK I get you. I know the kind.'

'How?'

'Well let's just say, Dad isn't exactly a saint. How do you think he became a 'Multi-billionaire'? I don't really like to get involved. He gives me gifts of course but he hasn't really talked to me much since I was like six. His motto is "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer". He says, know your competition. Well, at the moment, my competition is my fathers work.'

'We're in the same boat. But my father doesn't like to mix with other kinds of people.'

'Like who?'

'Just people who are different.'

'Oh.'

'So what about your mum?'

'Well, there's not much to say there. She's just like every other mum. Kind of my role model. Oh and my sister… did I tell you I have a sister? Well she's got a big place in Torquay, near me. Dad's wedding present to her and her hubby. She's pregnant at the moment… seven months I think. Do you have any sisters or brothers?'

'No, I'm an only child.'

'Well, I nearly was, she's seven years older, not really around much. But I love her to bits.'

Their food arrived and their conversation was interrupted for the first few minutes when all Draco was saying was 'Mmm' and 'Oh my, this is the best food I've tasted.' Draco was in heaven. The food was superb. All too soon, Draco was finished and quite full. He suggested that they go for a walk along the beach.

*****

The sky was full of stars and the moon reflected off the water and made Sonia's eyes an even more vibrant green colour.

Draco couldn't help himself, so he said sarcastically 'Where's lover boy.'

But instead of even a little grin, Sonia just looked sad. 'He's not over me I think. And frankly it's really annoying. We used to have the best friendship, and know we don't even that. He is just so protective of me. He thinks we have a chance, but… I don't know, I can't go out with him again. He's too nice to me. Like, I mean I love it, but he is the touchy feely type, without really being touchy feely. He isn't romantic. He doesn't cuddle me. He doesn't tell me I'm beautiful. Maybe he just wants me to show his friends.'

'Nah he wouldn't do that. I know I wouldn't.' he said truthfully, well half truthfully anyway. She looked up into his eyes, his stomach fluttered again. She took his hand and they walked like that, until they came to a point where they couldn't go any farther. Draco looked at Sonia and she shivered. He took her in his arms, cuddled her to his body and enveloped her in his jacket. She inhaled his scent, one that she knew as familiar. They just stood like that for what seemed like an eternity. Draco sighed and said, 'Hey Sonia…'

'Yeah?' she said groggily.

'Come on we better get you home,' he said with a chuckle.

'This chuckling has got to stop' he thought.

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A\N Thankyou for reviewing. I'm not sure about my sentence structures, so sorry in advance. I know where the story is going, but I just have to figure out how to get there. Can you figure out where it is going? I'm trying my hardest Ok guys so just be patient please!

~Lockeness~