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A/N: Here you go, and now I must go visit an oral surgeon about my teeth. He needs to see if everything is going alright. This chapter is short, only about two and a half pages, but if you add it to the other one, that makes five pages in one day...which is good....maybe.
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Ch. 16
Facing the Music
Draco and Katy managed to keep up quite a nice conversation. They talked about their upcoming classes. Draco found out what Psychology was, and Katy found out that Draco had led a very secluded life prior to university.
At least that's what Draco claimed.
They were within seeing distance of the sandwich place when the sight of a familiar bushy brown head ducking out of the shop's doorway startled Draco.
He was unreasonably happy at the sight of that hair. And then quite reasonably depressed at the shock of messy black hair that followed it.
Bloody Potter, always there when you don't want him. I didn't know he and Hermione were still friends. Shouldn't they have drifted apart by now? Ugh, they must have one of those brother and sister relationships. I'll never get rid of him now.
"…and then James was like…Erm…Draco? Are you there?"
Draco snapped back to attention and quickly averted his gaze from Hermione. "Oh yes, sorry Katy, I guess I'm just a little out of it today."
Katy had distracted him just long enough so that he lost sight of Hermione and Potter, and he was now being quite forcibly led inside he sandwich shop.
Hmm…she's quite pushy. Don't think that's good. Should clear this up very soon.
"Hey, Draco, what kind of sandwich do you want?"
He turned with a look of absolute boredom on his face, and scanned the menu. "I'll take a ham sandwich on wheat, with everything. And a large drink."
After they both had their orders and were sitting, Draco found it necessary to immediately inform Katy that he was seeing someone…especially since her hand was quite persistent in creeping up his thigh. Really, did he look like that kind of guy?
Well, actually, I am that kind of guy. Just not with her. Besides, I am seeing someone else, kind of, maybe…I'm not sure. Damnit, why am I turning Katy down? We could just have a one-time thing…
Unfortunately for Katy, just then Draco's subconscious reminded him of the last time he had used that one-time thing line.
Hermione said that too, and look where you two are now. That line just doesn't work. Sorry, no can do.
Draco looked at the shops surrounding them, and then back at the almost deserted sandwich shop, and the slightly predatory look in her eyes.
People. We need to be around people.
"Hey Katy, isn't that a university bookstore right there?"
She shrugged, "Yeah. James works there." She checked her watch, "He's actually working right now. Did you want to go check it out?"
Draco nodded. "Actually I need to get my books today, so that would be perfect."
Katy looked a little disappointed, but she agreed, and they threw their trash away and walked next door.
Draco looked around the spacious bookstore and took out his class schedule. "Erm, Katy, can you help me find these books?"
She smiled and looked down the list, "Well, we'll start with the philosophy book now. You're taking Comparative Religions? I heard that was ok, if you get the right professor."
She led him down the aisles until they found each book. "Ok, it looks like you're all set." "Thanks Katy. Do you need to get your books?"
She shook her head, "No, I got them ages ago. Why don't you pay for these, and I'll go wait for you in the coffee shop? I want to say hi to James, plus he gives me free drinks."
"Alright. I'll meet you there in a bit."
Draco stood in line and bought his books, and he was a bit shaken by just how much this felt like Diagon Alley. Granted, it was vastly different, but it had the same bustle and anticipation. The same smell of textbooks and stale air. Very odd.
He shifted the heavy bags of books into both hands and walked towards the coffee shop.
He saw Katy as soon as he walked in. She was at the counter, flirting with one of James' coworkers. She sure moved on quickly.
He set his books down on a table near Katy, and went to the counter to order a drink. He perused the menu, deciding that an iced mocha sounded interesting, even if he wasn't quite sure what it was.
He usually drank his coffee black and extremely hot, if at all; but today was a day for trying new things.
He turned around towards the counter, and was almost shocked out of his skull when he was hit square in the mouth by a dishrag.
Foul, disgusting, slimy…oh someone's head is going to roll…
He looked up and was somehow not at all surprised to find himself being glared at quite poisonously by a pair of toffee brown eyes.
