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Chapter 3
Draco stayed curled up on the shower floor long after he had turned off the water. Only when he heard a knock on the bathroom door was he drawn out of his stupor.
"Finnigan there is another bathroom." Draco said as he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Yea, but you're not in that bathroom." Said as voice that was obviously a woman trying to deepen her voice.
Draco unlocked the door and walked over to the toilet where he sat on the closed lid. When he looked up he saw the smiling, blonde haired, green eyed Allan. Draco always thought that if he and Harry could have a child she would look exactly like Allan. However Draco would never name a girl Allan.
Allan's smile faltered when she saw that Draco wasn't smiling back.
"Why the frown. You have a rather attractive British man sitting in your living room." Draco gave her a half-hearted glare. "Oh. You got drunk." Allan mellowed a bit and grabbed a towel, walking over to dry Draco's hair.
"He's someone you know isn't he?"
Allan reminded Draco of Hermione a lot. Sometimes more than others, but this was one of those greater times. Allan understood Draco just as Hermione had. She couldn't read him quite as well, but she knew just what to do when she figured it out. Just that thought made tears brim his eyes.
"He is."
"Is that why you're so upset?" Draco shook his head.
"Do you remember the girl I told you about?"
"Hermione?" Draco closed his eyes at the sound of her name and nodded. Allan paused her drying as she noticed Draco trying to speak, only to close his mouth, letting a tear slip down his cheek. Draco rarely cried, but Allan knew just what would make him.
"Oh, baby I'm so sorry." Allan wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, Draco responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her shoulder.
"She was supposed to come see me. " Draco sobbed. "We were going to live together. She was going to be my very own fag hag and she was going to set me up with the perfect man. She said she already had him picked out. She told me we would see each other again. Allan she told me." Allan pulled back from Draco, taking his face in her hands and wiping the tears from his cheeks.
"You said that I am a lot like her, didn't you?" Draco nodded. "Maybe you are seeing her again. You have her in me. I'm not her, but I hold something about her something that lets you see her though she is not here." Draco looked at Allan for a while befoer pulling her into a hug.
"Thank you." He whispered.
"No problem. Now," Allan said standing up. "If this girl was anything like me, she'd want you to stop being a moping hermit and go out and have some fun. It won't do to dwell in the past."
"I don't really feel like going anywhere."
"I promise no guy hunting tonight. Let's just go shopping, then go to dinner and a movie. Seamus said that you just ran in here and didn't eat, so you have to be hungry."
'It sounds like you two made friends." Draco said with a small smile.
"You know me I could make friends with a wall." With that Allan stood and ran into Draco's room. "I'm picking out your clothes." She called form inside Draco's closet.
"You know that's not necessary. I am gay."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't pick out your clothes. And I think I am rather good at it." Allan replied with Draco's favorite outfit in hand. It was a very simple outfit. /black pants with a blue shirt, but it complimented him nicely and accented his eyes. Draco smiled.
"Go talk to Finnigan and I'll be out soon." Allan smiled and bounced out of the room.
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I know that this was really short, but it's a post and I am tired and have to work tomorrow. The next update will be better I promise.
