COME AROUND
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy and Orlando Bloom are the property of me. In a wonderful yet oh so distant dream. Ah, well, for now, at least, JKR still owns Draco Malfoy.
Author's Note: Hurrah! I actually made it to chapter five! I have everything planned out. :D Don't worry about the great big ocean that's separating them. I'm an author, I can get over anything. Heehee. This is actually going to be one of the shortest chapters in the whole fic. Actually, this IS the shortest chapter. But this is where the action really STARTS.
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Alex stepped into Cho's room, surveying the mess that ensued when her cousin went into a packing frenzy. Trust her mother to go and send Cho off to a beach resort. Without her. Alex frowned disdainfully. If only school would start a bit (or a lot, preferably) later! Then she could go to Boracay with Cho. But Mom had said no, and when Mom said no, it was final.
"What's this…?" Alex said softly, noticing a roll of parchment on the desk. It was sealed. It was obviously a letter, addressed to one Draco Malfoy.
"Oh!" Alex exclaimed, "Cho forgot to send this letter!" she said, to no one in particular, as there was no one else in the room with her. Cho was out with Avery, at the bookstore, looking for new titles to buy and bring along on the trip. Avery was the one who was into art and liked to read. Alex was more of a musician. She, considering herself a very kind and considerate person (Avery would beg to disagree, however), decided to send the letter for her hassled cousin.
"Corgan!" she called out, and her owl flew to her arm. "Alright, Corgan, take this to Draco Malfoy," she said, attaching the parchment to the owl's leg. Corgan flew off into the sunlight.
Alex smiled and whistled to herself. She decided not to tell Cho what she had done.
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Draco was dressed in the blessedly warm clothes Narcissa had owled him two days ago. Perched on the balcony overlooking the snow-capped mountains, Draco finally knew what inner peace really meant. So this was what it was like, feeling like there was nothing wrong with the world at all. Draco smiled a bit. Beauty could really do that to you.
Beauty had done it to him before, but that had been false beauty and false peace named Cho Chang.
He'd had his mother ship his recently bought Spanish guitar to him, so that he could make some noise and see if, aside from having exceptional looks, he had musical talent, too. Unfortunately, this wasn't so. He tried, however, and played long into the night. The guests in the neighbouring rooms tended to complain, and when they did, he stopped playing. For about an hour.
The people at the hotel would never get any sleep! Not while he was around.
Feeling particularly naughty, he hopped off the balcony's railing and searched his room for the guitar.
He dug through his dirty clothes and his luggage, and finally found the guitar under his bed. "Right!" he cheered, unclasping the case. A snowy owl flew at him and landed on the guitar's third fret. It dropped a rolled-up piece of parchment into his hand, gave him a friendly peck on the ear, and disappeared into the sky.
Who the hell would be writing to him? This wasn't Narcissa's handwriting, or Lucius' and nobody else knew where he was. Then again, those dratted owls seemed to know where everyone was. Draco opened the mysterious letter.
Dearest Draco,
I am now in Manila. In the Philippines. My relatives' house is gigantic. I've been to every mall in the vicinity and there are so many nice things to buy. Unfortunately, I'm broke. Fortunately, Alex and Avery aren't. Quite the opposite, really, those kids get such a huge allowance, they don't mind spending it on me. At all. In fact, they're the ones dragging me to every single store in sight.
Recently, though, they took me to this store for swimwear, and I was, like, swimwear? Why would I need that? and they just said that it was a secret, and I should go pick out what I wanted.
Have gotten over disappointment about finding Mum's family. I guess I just wasn't meant to find them. I was happy without them before, why can't I be happy without them now, right? Or so you would say.
So how are you? How is life at Malfoy Manor? Boring? Stiff? Dull? Come here, then! It's sunny here, most of the time, and lots of fun!
Aunt Mei, Uncle Andrew, Alex, Avery, and I went to this fabulous theme park the other day. It's called Enchanted Kingdom. Nothing like Disneyland, of course, but lots of fun, anyway. I wish you could have been there with me.
Anyway, I'm leaving for this beach resort called Crystal Sands in a place called Boracay. Aunt Mei and Uncle Andrew surprised me with the tickets and the brochure at dinner last night. I wish you could be there, but wherever you are, you're doing something important.
I miss you a lot. I can't count how many times I've told myself how much I wished you could be here with me. I haven't seen you in such a long time, and must constantly rely on letters to tell you how I feel.
Well, Draco, I'm going off to Boracay tomorrow, much to the disdain of my cousin Alex, who wishes she could come with me. She and Avery have school. I would have liked for them to accompany me on this trip, as being alone can be so...lonely.
MISS YOUUUUUUU! And I love you so much! Take care of yourself, and I hope to see you soon!
Always remember that I love you, okay? You mean the world to me.
--Cho
He sat in shock for about half an hour, digesting the words written on the parchment.
"What the HELL is this?!" he yelled angrily, grabbing his cloak and a duffel bag. "What in BLOODY HELL is this crap?" He grabbed a fragment of parchment and scribbled a hasty note onto it.
Mother,
Am going to the Philippines to sort a little mess out. Am having most of luggage delivered back to Manor. Will write when I arrive.
--Draco
He stormed out the door, note and luggage in his hands, and made for the elevator.
"Could you please have these delivered to Malfoy Manor?" he asked the receptionist. The hotel was a wizarding hotel. Narcissa couldn't bear not knowing if his lodgings were suitable for a young Malfoy, and insisted he check in there. The receptionist nodded and smiled graciously. "Mister Malfoy," she said in a heavily accented voice, "will you be coming back?"
"Not for another week at least, but hold my room for me, would you?" he replied. The receptionist nodded again.
Draco hailed a taxi and had himself taken to the airport. His head was throbbing and his breathing was troubling him. This could pretty much have been the most confusing thing he'd ever read in his life. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.
Looks like he'd be going to Asia, after all.
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"Alex?" Cho called out. "Alex, have you seen the parchment that was on my desk yesterday morning?" she asked her cousin. Alex poked her head into the room. "The one that was addressed to Draco Malfoy? Yeah, I had it sent that afternoon. Why?" Alex asked. "If you must know, Corgan isn't back yet. Wherever he is, he must be REALLY far away, otherwise, Corgan ought to be back by now," she added.
Sent.
To Draco Malfoy.
Cho felt her heart stop.
"Cho? Hey, Cho, what's wrong? It's like the blood's draining from your face, you're so bloody white!" Alex exclaimed. "Cho? Cho, what the hell's the matter with you? What's wrong?"
"You sent it to Draco?"
"Yeah, I sent it to Draco. Oh, look, there's Corgan now!" Alex said, pointing out the window.
Suddenly Cho felt like everything was going to go wrong.
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Author's Note: I have left you haaaangiiiiiing! MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! Actually, I'm going to leave you hanging for quite a while since I intend to dabble more into Draco and Cho's former relationship.