At the far corner of the muggle road, Draco struts by himself in an
early sunshine. Everybody was looking at him; of course, his clothes were
odd in the muggle eye. But he, of course, did not mind them. His chin up,
walking like he owns the whole street. His blonde hair shone like stone in
summer. He was not aware of the Muggle signs, of course. He jaywalked on
the "No walking" sign, he threw Honeydukes candy wrappers on the ground
even though the trashcan was already beside him.
He looked through stall shops where families are very happy together. Hands on his pockets, he still walked straight, peering through shop windows. He was not very sure of what he was looking for, but it seemed to be getting to him more each minute. He was eager to look for it, each corner he looks for it, but he did not know what is it. He was expecting himself to say, "Aha!" when he saw such beautiful but expensive jewelry in the jewelry shop. But he didn't. He has not even understood what he was doing in the Muggle world in the first place. He should have stayed at home, watch TV and be lazy. But he was not; he has been walking in this scorching hot afternoon in the Muggle world; do not know where to go, does not have Muggle money.
Draco looked back when he was still at his house sitting comfortably in the chair at around eleven o'clock, his parents was not at home. He stood up and quickly went straight to the door, "I'm going out!" he shouted to one of the elves. He did not know where his feet are taking him, it seemed to have mind of his own. He reached through a park, picked up a tire and at the minute he was in the Muggle world.
The tire was a portkey. A portkey to the Muggle world. He was not afraid or scared; he did not want to go back. Now, that was confusing him.
His thinking and looking-back made him knocked down on the ground,
"What the?" he said and lifted his head. He looked up.
It was a girl. A girl of baby-blue eyes, small nose, small, kissable lips, fair complexion and long beautiful brown hair.
The girl leaned over him, "Sorry, I was in a hurry. Let me help you up."
The girl tried pulling him up, but his feet are hesitant.
"What's wrong?" the girl said kindly.
"Broken ankle." Draco replied quite hastily knowing this girl should have watched the person walking towards her.
"I am sorry. I did not mean to. I was in a hurry." The girl said looking at his eyes.
Draco felt a sudden rush of tension around his chest, his heart pounding quickly; he stood up, but not properly and said,
"You should watch where you're going, Missy." The girl nodded and guided him at the nearest park bench. They sat down.
"Rosie Collins." She said and pulled out her hand towards him.
Draco looked at him, should he or should he not. He was a wizard after all. And thinking about Mr. Weasley, the Muggle lover, makes him sick. But this girl, this girl feels different. Her baby-blue eyes make her look so innocent. But his father, what would his father say? It would be shameful to break the Malfoy's pure bloodiness. Everybody in school would look down on him, saying what a jerk he is, loving a Muggle, when he was known to be "pure blood" in the whole school. But he did not know how he did it, he took her hand,
"Draco. Draco Malfoy." He said looking at her. The girl giggled.
"What?"
"I have never heard a name so funny before."
Draco wanted to slap her, or otherwise, punch her. But he didn't. He was downright calm and very pure.
"Yeah, well, that was my dad gave me." He said, and also gave a laugh.
"So, you live here in the city?" Rosie asked questionably.
"Um, yeah, sort of." Draco said, do not know what to say,
"You were in a hurry, right? I guess you should not waste your time here sitting with me." Draco said kindly.
"Oh, yeah. Totally forgot, seeing your face. Well, I'll be seeing you again I hope." Rosie said, hopefully.
"Uh, yeah. Around here. The place where we bumped would be good."
"Great. Tomorrow? Around this time?"
"Yeah. Around this time."
"Is there some way I could talk to you? Or someway I could contact you?"
"Um, No. My dad does not want me to use the—ph..." Draco stammered, don't know what the Muggles use for communicating.
"The phone. The telephone. Well, okay. I just hope you don't stand me up tomorrow." She said, rather confused.
"Don't worry, I won't. But let us meet in a more orderly way."
She laughed, "Okay." And walked away.
Draco's mind suddenly became refreshed. He had found what he was looking for around the stalls shops. It was not the jewelries, clothes or anything else. His heart and mind wants him to find a girl. A girl of his dreams.
And now he has found it. It was Rosie. Rosie Collins. Now he wondered what she meant about, "Totally forgot. Seeing your face."
Draco gone back to here he left the portkey. He held it and at once he was back home. He had never felt so happy in all his life and for the fact that he had been happy without hurting somebody. He smiled; it was already five-thirty in the afternoon. He waded on his way to the room and hopped into bed. Still smiling, he closed his eyes for an afternoon siesta.
It was really unusual to fall for someone you are highly against with, but sometimes, opposite attracts. Love never chooses, of course, it just flows. And now that what's happened to Draco Malfoy. He fell in love with someone he was against his kind. He remembers her face well. Fair complexion, those beautiful baby-blue eyes, and those cherry lips. She was never lost in his dreams. Her long beautiful brown hair makes her irresistible. He'll never forget that she laughed at his name, not that he is angry of course; it was because her laughter was not insulting it was comforting. A very surreal comforting feeling.
Draco woke up at about six-thirty in the evening. He stood up, smiling wildly. He cannot help to smile, so why fight it? He went down the stairs.
"Draco, what have you been doing all afternoon? The elves said you went out. Where did you go?" Suddenly a voice said.
Draco spun around, he saw his father sitting by the fireplace (not lighted.) "I have been to Diagon Alley." He lied, knowing his father would kill him for wandering around the Muggle world. Lucius, who seemed unconvinced looked away from Draco and drank the cup of tea beside him, sitting in a small table. Draco did not say another word either, he knows that it would be better to shut his mouth before his father notice on why he was smiling so widely.
Draco did not sleep early that night. He was looking at the ceiling. His bedroom ceiling was highly attractive. It was just like the ceiling at Hogwarts. Draco stayed up late, he did not know what to think about. He was not worried about his father. In the contrary, he was worried about what to wear tomorrow. He has to look like a Muggle, indeed he must. And only one person could help him, "It is impossible," he said lying flat on his back. "We are enemies." But the thought of Rosie made him forget his pride. Draco stood up, pulled a piece of parchment out of the cabinet and his quill. He wrote down,
(before noon) Needed your help. No Jokes. I am dead serious. Give me some Muggle clothes.
I promise I will give it back. Sorry for what I did before
Draco Malfoy.
Draco went out of his room, holding his parchment, he was very careful of not to be noticed by his parents or any of the elves. He went into a small room. Damp, dirty and smelly, full of owls and other pets. He picked a small brown one. He attached the parchment on its leg,
"Get there as soon as possible." He said, looking at the owl's eyes. "Take that parchment and give it to Harry Potter."
He looked through stall shops where families are very happy together. Hands on his pockets, he still walked straight, peering through shop windows. He was not very sure of what he was looking for, but it seemed to be getting to him more each minute. He was eager to look for it, each corner he looks for it, but he did not know what is it. He was expecting himself to say, "Aha!" when he saw such beautiful but expensive jewelry in the jewelry shop. But he didn't. He has not even understood what he was doing in the Muggle world in the first place. He should have stayed at home, watch TV and be lazy. But he was not; he has been walking in this scorching hot afternoon in the Muggle world; do not know where to go, does not have Muggle money.
Draco looked back when he was still at his house sitting comfortably in the chair at around eleven o'clock, his parents was not at home. He stood up and quickly went straight to the door, "I'm going out!" he shouted to one of the elves. He did not know where his feet are taking him, it seemed to have mind of his own. He reached through a park, picked up a tire and at the minute he was in the Muggle world.
The tire was a portkey. A portkey to the Muggle world. He was not afraid or scared; he did not want to go back. Now, that was confusing him.
His thinking and looking-back made him knocked down on the ground,
"What the?" he said and lifted his head. He looked up.
It was a girl. A girl of baby-blue eyes, small nose, small, kissable lips, fair complexion and long beautiful brown hair.
The girl leaned over him, "Sorry, I was in a hurry. Let me help you up."
The girl tried pulling him up, but his feet are hesitant.
"What's wrong?" the girl said kindly.
"Broken ankle." Draco replied quite hastily knowing this girl should have watched the person walking towards her.
"I am sorry. I did not mean to. I was in a hurry." The girl said looking at his eyes.
Draco felt a sudden rush of tension around his chest, his heart pounding quickly; he stood up, but not properly and said,
"You should watch where you're going, Missy." The girl nodded and guided him at the nearest park bench. They sat down.
"Rosie Collins." She said and pulled out her hand towards him.
Draco looked at him, should he or should he not. He was a wizard after all. And thinking about Mr. Weasley, the Muggle lover, makes him sick. But this girl, this girl feels different. Her baby-blue eyes make her look so innocent. But his father, what would his father say? It would be shameful to break the Malfoy's pure bloodiness. Everybody in school would look down on him, saying what a jerk he is, loving a Muggle, when he was known to be "pure blood" in the whole school. But he did not know how he did it, he took her hand,
"Draco. Draco Malfoy." He said looking at her. The girl giggled.
"What?"
"I have never heard a name so funny before."
Draco wanted to slap her, or otherwise, punch her. But he didn't. He was downright calm and very pure.
"Yeah, well, that was my dad gave me." He said, and also gave a laugh.
"So, you live here in the city?" Rosie asked questionably.
"Um, yeah, sort of." Draco said, do not know what to say,
"You were in a hurry, right? I guess you should not waste your time here sitting with me." Draco said kindly.
"Oh, yeah. Totally forgot, seeing your face. Well, I'll be seeing you again I hope." Rosie said, hopefully.
"Uh, yeah. Around here. The place where we bumped would be good."
"Great. Tomorrow? Around this time?"
"Yeah. Around this time."
"Is there some way I could talk to you? Or someway I could contact you?"
"Um, No. My dad does not want me to use the—ph..." Draco stammered, don't know what the Muggles use for communicating.
"The phone. The telephone. Well, okay. I just hope you don't stand me up tomorrow." She said, rather confused.
"Don't worry, I won't. But let us meet in a more orderly way."
She laughed, "Okay." And walked away.
Draco's mind suddenly became refreshed. He had found what he was looking for around the stalls shops. It was not the jewelries, clothes or anything else. His heart and mind wants him to find a girl. A girl of his dreams.
And now he has found it. It was Rosie. Rosie Collins. Now he wondered what she meant about, "Totally forgot. Seeing your face."
Draco gone back to here he left the portkey. He held it and at once he was back home. He had never felt so happy in all his life and for the fact that he had been happy without hurting somebody. He smiled; it was already five-thirty in the afternoon. He waded on his way to the room and hopped into bed. Still smiling, he closed his eyes for an afternoon siesta.
It was really unusual to fall for someone you are highly against with, but sometimes, opposite attracts. Love never chooses, of course, it just flows. And now that what's happened to Draco Malfoy. He fell in love with someone he was against his kind. He remembers her face well. Fair complexion, those beautiful baby-blue eyes, and those cherry lips. She was never lost in his dreams. Her long beautiful brown hair makes her irresistible. He'll never forget that she laughed at his name, not that he is angry of course; it was because her laughter was not insulting it was comforting. A very surreal comforting feeling.
Draco woke up at about six-thirty in the evening. He stood up, smiling wildly. He cannot help to smile, so why fight it? He went down the stairs.
"Draco, what have you been doing all afternoon? The elves said you went out. Where did you go?" Suddenly a voice said.
Draco spun around, he saw his father sitting by the fireplace (not lighted.) "I have been to Diagon Alley." He lied, knowing his father would kill him for wandering around the Muggle world. Lucius, who seemed unconvinced looked away from Draco and drank the cup of tea beside him, sitting in a small table. Draco did not say another word either, he knows that it would be better to shut his mouth before his father notice on why he was smiling so widely.
Draco did not sleep early that night. He was looking at the ceiling. His bedroom ceiling was highly attractive. It was just like the ceiling at Hogwarts. Draco stayed up late, he did not know what to think about. He was not worried about his father. In the contrary, he was worried about what to wear tomorrow. He has to look like a Muggle, indeed he must. And only one person could help him, "It is impossible," he said lying flat on his back. "We are enemies." But the thought of Rosie made him forget his pride. Draco stood up, pulled a piece of parchment out of the cabinet and his quill. He wrote down,
(before noon) Needed your help. No Jokes. I am dead serious. Give me some Muggle clothes.
I promise I will give it back. Sorry for what I did before
Draco Malfoy.
Draco went out of his room, holding his parchment, he was very careful of not to be noticed by his parents or any of the elves. He went into a small room. Damp, dirty and smelly, full of owls and other pets. He picked a small brown one. He attached the parchment on its leg,
"Get there as soon as possible." He said, looking at the owl's eyes. "Take that parchment and give it to Harry Potter."