A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Thanks for my review! Oh yeah, and not all of these characters are mine. I just created this concept from what the wonderful J.K. Rowling gave to us.
Jasmine walked down the street. She unlocked the door to Esmeralda's and quickly locked it back behind her. She lived in the upstairs apartment and would continue to do so until she could afford a real home.
She looked at the clock which read 9:21pm. 'Wow. It's really early and I'm already going to bed. I feel so old, and I'm only eighteen.' she thought as she got ready for bed.
She was folding back the covers when an owl flew in her window. She patted the owl and gave it a coin before taking the letter. The letter read:
Meet me tomorrow at Canterby's Restaurant at eight o'clock. I look forward to it. –Draco Malfoy.
Her heart jumped in her chest. She hurried and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote her reply. She gave it to the owl and sent it off. She jumped into bed and could barely sleep for being so excited. She could not wait for the next night to come.
Draco woke up early that next morning. He discovered a letter sitting on his dresser. He opened it up and read:
Draco,
Thank you so much for your dinner invitation. I will meet you tonight at eight sharp. I, too, look forward to it.
Jasmine
He read and reread the note several times. He grinned. It had been a long time that he had found someone that he had a "crush" on. He wasn't much for love back at Hogwarts. He was more of a player, a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy. Never one to care about someone. But, Jasmine seemed to be special. He really did look forward to seeing her tonight.
He got dressed and headed outside to visit his friend, Xander Oslo. Xander was an American wizard who moved here after the war was over. Draco thought about what had happened. He couldn't believe he had made it out alive. He watched as Harry Potter had died. He always thought that Voldemort would kill Potter, not the other way around. But that's what happened. But it was truly a battle to the death, for only minutes after Potter had killed him, he died himself, too weak to carry on any longer. It seemed unfathomable, but that's what happened. It was a long drawn out battle of good versus evil and good prevailed. Unfortunately, sometimes the hero had to die.
Draco reached Xander's house a quarter after two. He knocked and waited a few minutes before deciding to apparate himself inside the house. Xander was in the kitchen when Draco appeared.
"What the hell are you doing?" Xander said with his southern drawl.
Draco laughed. "Man, I love your accent."
"At least I don't sound like a pansy. What are you doing just apparating in my house?"
"Well you didn't answer your door. Whatever. But speaking of pansies, I won't have to be worrying about that bitch anymore."
"What?"
"I have a date."
"Is she hot?"
"I don't know."
"I mean is she good-looking?"
"Oh. Yeah. She's very um, hot."
"That's awesome. Where are you two going?"
"Canterby's."
"Do you think you'll get some?"
"Some what?"
"Let me put it in British. Are you gonna snog her?"
"I don't really think of her that way."
"Whatever. My mom's coming over later on."
"Wow. That's a lot of Tennessee."
"Don't you make fun of my mama or I'll kick your ass."
"Touchy. Well, I best be on my way."
"I'll see ya later. Have fun."
Draco turned and looked at his friend before walking out the door and said, "Don't worry I will."
