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"Diagon Alley" Ch. 2

After he finished eating his bacon and eggs, and drank the rest of his pumpkin juice, Draco got up from the table and decided to go for a walk. He had nothing else to do. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he liked school. He always had something to do. When he was at home the only thing he could do was hang around the manor or hang out in Diagon Alley, but since his father's arrest he couldn't go any where without someone looking at him or talking about him behind his back. Just as Draco was about to step out the door, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, had stopped him. She was wearing a long black dress that hugged her body and made every curve of her show. It tied around her neck and dragged along the floor. Her hair was half up in a bun.

"Draco could you do me a favor?" she asked as she walked up to her son. "What mother?" he replied. She looked at him with a look that made Draco straighten up and apologize for his tone. "I noticed you where going out. I was wondering if you could pick up something for me at Flourish and Blotts. There is a new book that I want to read. They are holding it for me. Do you mind picking it up?" She asked. Draco knew there was no way he could get out of it. He rolled his eyes and sighed inwardly. "Fine" he answered and continued on his way.

He would do anything not to go to Diagon Alley, but no one can disobey their mother and not get into trouble. Even if Draco was considered an adult, he knew better then to piss her off. He stood on the front porch and decided that he would rather go there by floo powder. He walked back inside and headed for the huge fireplace that was big enough to fit three people. He grabbed the powder, threw it in the fire and stepped into the now green flames. With a very agitated voice, he loudly said, "Diagon Alley!"

With in a few seconds he was there. He walked out onto the street and headed straight for the book store, not wasting any time. Sure enough, everyone he passed gave him the look that he knew awaited him. The whispers started not long after that. Draco quickened his pace and tried to hide his embarrassed expression. As he stepped into Flourish and Blott's he walked up to the front counter and waited for some help. From behind him he could feel a pair of eyes glaring at him. He couldn't take it anymore. He turned around, and without even waiting to see who it was he said, "What do you want?" His insides started to turn as he realized that it was not just another pair of eyes. These eyes belonged to a tall redheaded boy with freckles. It was Ron Weasley. "What makes you think that I would want anything from you, Malfoy?" Ron replied.

Draco just glared at him. He didn't want to start anything. He wanted to just get his book and get the hell out of there. Just as Ron was about to say something, the owner of the store interrupted, "Is there anything I can do for you boys?" Draco was so relieved that he answered the man right away. "My mother said she had a book waiting for her to be picked up. It should be under Narcissa Malfoy." The man shot him a look when Draco said his last name. Draco hated it when people stared at him, so he looked back at him with his signature smirk. "Can I just get my book now? I'm kinda in a hurry." Ron laughed at the thought of Malfoy being in a hurry. "What are you laughing at Weasel?" Draco snapped. "I just think that it is funny how you have so many servants and your mother sent you to pick up her book." Ron answered with another laugh. "At least I can afford them, cause unlike you I have money." Ron quickly shut his mouth and went about his business. Draco was too preoccupied with getting out of the store to realize that he won the fight.

He got home as fast as he could and went up to his room. He sat on his bed and thought about the events that had just occurred. Ron did have a point. Why did his mother send him to get the book? He silently cursed his mother for sending him there, and then his father for being who he was. He wished he had never been born. Just as he started to cry, Narcissa walked in. "Did you get my book?" she asked noticing her sons wet face, "What's wrong?" She got a worried look on her own face. Her son never cried. Something must be really wrong.

Draco wiped his gray eyes with the back of is hand and answered, "Nothing, why did you send me to get the book? Couldn't you have gotten one of the house elves to do it?" I thought your where going into town anyway, weren't you?" she replied. "No," he said, "I was just going for a walk." "Well you could have just said that then. I wouldn't have made you go." She answered, "I'm sorry."

Draco just rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "Mothers, you never can understand them." His mother, still trying to figure out what happened, asked, "Did something happen at the book store?" Draco, again, replied, "You wouldn't understand." As he got up and went to take a shower. He'd do anything to get away from his pestering mother. "No one would understand!" he thought as he slipped out of his clothes and turned on the water. Realization occurred to him just as he was rinsing out the shampoo from his silky blonde hair. "Hermione would understand!" He finished his shower, got dressed and sat down at his desk.