Chapter 2

A few weeks went by, as I spent everyday browsing the papers for an apartment. I knew my trust fund was large so I would not have to worry about getting a job until after some time.

Finally I found an apartment in Diagon Alley, just across from Gringotts. It was a large apartment on the top floor.

It didn't take long before I was settled there.

The first few weeks of freedom was heavenly.

I decorated the apartment just the way I wanted, and I spent the days browsing around the streets, looking in all the shops. I knew I could at least take two years, maybe even three before I needed a job to help keep my money from running out.

One sunny afternoon, nearly a year after graduation, in early august I went by a shop I knew I had passed many times before but not taken any notice of.

Now my eyes stopped at the sign above the shop.

Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes

So this is where the twins shop ended up I thought with a smile.

Although I have always hated Ron Weasley, somehow I always had some sort of respect for the twins.

I remember the year they left, that was when I realised that I could look at a boy and find him attractive. Both twins were very attractive I must admit.

I used to think about them sometimes, what it would feel like to kiss one of them.

I shrugged as those thoughts came back up in my head.

This was not the right time to start letting my hormones get the better of me.

I could only imagine what my father would have done to me if I would have told him that I felt lusting feelings over a boy rather than a girl. There hadn't been to my knowledge any one in my family ever who were gay or bi. That just wasn't the Malfoy way of life.

It was when I realised for sure I was at least bi, in my 6th year that I started to become more and more withdrawn. I hardly ever spoke to the people in my house that I used to hang around with. But I tried to keep up my ways around Crabbe and Goyle, the poor idiots would not have known how to act if I wasn't there guiding them all the time.

They weren't that bright so they never noticed the change in me.

I tried to glare and smirk whenever Potter or his friends came close, and that seemed to be enough to fool the idiots that all was right with the world.

Sure, I never did like Potter or his friends. I always hated them, but like I said before, at the same time I envied them.

As it was I took a deep breath and stepped inside the store. It was large and full of gadgets and candy and fireworks.

I glanced around at all the young kids looking around at all the stuff in there.

Suddenly I heard a voice I recognised over by the counter.

I slowly looked over and saw George standing there, talking to a young kid.

Yes, I had learned to see the difference between the twins.

My mouth fell open slightly and I felt my heart begin to race.

George looked really handsome. His hair long and tucked behind his ears, a sparkling smile that made his eyes gleam. I noticed that he had got a nice body, his shirt was tight and showed of his slim but very toned chest and arms.

I let my eyes wander over his body and his face for a moment before I broke away from my trance and set my face into the old Malfoy coldness, perfected with my famous smirk.

I walked with my back held straight and my head held high over to the counter.

As I stopped I took a breath and said in a cold voice.

"George Weasley, I see your little shop is doing well...."

The boy snapped his eyes up and looked down at me, seeing as he was much taller.

His smile faded into a sneer and he replied with an equally cold voice.

"Malfoy, to what do we owe this pleasure?"

I felt a cold river running down my spine at the way he was looking at me. I almost lost my cool, but I pursed my lips and looked at him with an ice-cold glare.

"It is none of your business why I am here, but as it is, I just felt like popping in and seeing with my own eyes how the only two remotely talented Weasleys were doing with there little jokeshop."

At these words I noticed George's cold eyes becoming warmer and a small smile grace his handsome face.

"Did I hear you correctly Mr Malfoy, did you, Draco Malfoy, just pay us some sort of a compliment?!"

Now I could not keep my cool any longer, my face grew softer and I could feel my own cold eyes warm up and a smile spread on my face.

"Yes, you heard me correctly."

With that I turned on my heel and left the shop, leaving George standing there with a puzzled look on his face.