There she goes.
"Shops closed now Malfoy you can go home"
"Thanks see you Monday" Malfoy grabbed his cloak and walked out of the apothecary.
He had been working in the apothecary, for about a week now. It wasn't bad work, so far just serving the witches and wizards that came in, purchasing such goods as, wormwood and powdered newt feet, moping the floor, just general work.
Diagon ally wasn't overly busy as most shops where now closing down for the night, a few places remained open mainly the Leaky Cauldron, where most wizards or witches where heading, in such of a drink to help them rewind after a days work. Malfoy headed into Leaky Cauldron, it was reasonably busy. He walked up to the bar and ordered a large Firewhisky. He went to sit on one of the wooden seat in a far corner. His drink sat untouched, as he said slightly laid back, his eyes closed. Hermione.no matter how hard he tried she seemed to always be in his head, he kept thinking of the incident at Hogsmeade station why didn't I just tell her.why didn't I EVER tell her.I lo.
"You ok sir?" Draco opened his eyes a young girl stood near him. She was holding a tray and wearing a green apron, she was obviously a waitress here.
"Yeah. Thanks I'm fine" he took a sip of his Firewhisky.
"Sorry to bother you" she smiled sweetly "It's just I had to check if you where still alive" she laughed slightly "oh well I better carry on working, sorry to bother you again"
"It's ok" Malfoy smiled, raised his glass to her and took another sip. As she walked off his stared at her, she was quite slim; her hair was long blond and strait. She stopped at a few tables to clear away empty glass. She was very attractive as far as Malfoy could see.
It appeared that a few other men found the girl attractive too as a few men groped her bum as she walked past.
*** Closing the door on his fridge, Malfoy turned to look at his apartment. It was small; only three rooms, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen/living room. The colours were basic, greys, dark greens and blues. It was nothing like the home he had inherited from his parents, but the old Malfoy Manor, held to many bad memories.
Slumping on to the sofa, he scowled at random objects, for no particular reason just that they where there and Hermione was not. He scowled at the TV, which was a muggle artefact thing; Hermione had given him to watch muggle and wizard horror films (and porn; which she of course knew nothing about) on. He pulled out his wand. With a lazy tone, and flick of his wand the TV blew up! Malfoy lay still as the rubble settled around him. There was a black stain on his wall now. He stared at the black stain, but did not move.
Hermione...
"Shops closed now Malfoy you can go home"
"Thanks see you Monday" Malfoy grabbed his cloak and walked out of the apothecary.
He had been working in the apothecary, for about a week now. It wasn't bad work, so far just serving the witches and wizards that came in, purchasing such goods as, wormwood and powdered newt feet, moping the floor, just general work.
Diagon ally wasn't overly busy as most shops where now closing down for the night, a few places remained open mainly the Leaky Cauldron, where most wizards or witches where heading, in such of a drink to help them rewind after a days work. Malfoy headed into Leaky Cauldron, it was reasonably busy. He walked up to the bar and ordered a large Firewhisky. He went to sit on one of the wooden seat in a far corner. His drink sat untouched, as he said slightly laid back, his eyes closed. Hermione.no matter how hard he tried she seemed to always be in his head, he kept thinking of the incident at Hogsmeade station why didn't I just tell her.why didn't I EVER tell her.I lo.
"You ok sir?" Draco opened his eyes a young girl stood near him. She was holding a tray and wearing a green apron, she was obviously a waitress here.
"Yeah. Thanks I'm fine" he took a sip of his Firewhisky.
"Sorry to bother you" she smiled sweetly "It's just I had to check if you where still alive" she laughed slightly "oh well I better carry on working, sorry to bother you again"
"It's ok" Malfoy smiled, raised his glass to her and took another sip. As she walked off his stared at her, she was quite slim; her hair was long blond and strait. She stopped at a few tables to clear away empty glass. She was very attractive as far as Malfoy could see.
It appeared that a few other men found the girl attractive too as a few men groped her bum as she walked past.
*** Closing the door on his fridge, Malfoy turned to look at his apartment. It was small; only three rooms, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen/living room. The colours were basic, greys, dark greens and blues. It was nothing like the home he had inherited from his parents, but the old Malfoy Manor, held to many bad memories.
Slumping on to the sofa, he scowled at random objects, for no particular reason just that they where there and Hermione was not. He scowled at the TV, which was a muggle artefact thing; Hermione had given him to watch muggle and wizard horror films (and porn; which she of course knew nothing about) on. He pulled out his wand. With a lazy tone, and flick of his wand the TV blew up! Malfoy lay still as the rubble settled around him. There was a black stain on his wall now. He stared at the black stain, but did not move.
Hermione...