Title: Untitled
Author: Ritinha
Pairing: Mostly Draco/Hermione, possibly a bit of HarryGinny and some other relations as well
Rated: PG-13 – may contain some mildly offensive language as we move along. Nothing too big though.
Summary:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of its characters and/or places. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner bros. I'm merely a fangirl with too much time on her hands.
He walked alone through the crowded streets of Diagon-Alley. It had been a normal summer day: nothing good to do whatsoever. The blond boy took out his cloak. The day was warm and he couldn't take the weight of the fabric no more. As he did so, his brand new shirt, combined with his new dark jeans, a muggle thing he got used to, God knows how, contrasted with the old and dusty surroundings.
Much to his dislike, it seemed like he would remain bored for he had already looked around every damn shop twice. The school supplies were bought two weeks ago in one of his first visits to the popular street.
I guess the only thing to do now is to head to that bloody pub, drink a butterbeer and go back to the mansion. It's not as if these simpletons amuse me anymore. Got everything I wanted from them a long time ago.
The door to the Leaky Cauldron opened with a loud crack, making most of its occupants look up from their drinks and watch as the self-proclaimed Prince of Slytherin made his entrance. He headed up to the bar, sitting in one of the old and mushy benches more like pieces of wood that weren't fit to be cut properly that were lined in the bar.
"A butterbeer if you may"
The barman, Tom, an old, bald and toothless man, looked at the boy. Pfff he though to himself Just because he has some money he thinks he's a man? These kids nowadays. Draco Malfoy did not enjoyed being looked at during a long period of time, and that was exactly what the poor old man was doing. The boy raised his eyebrow at the bartender, an annoying expression on his face "Are you gonna look at me all day or are you gonna give me my bloody butterbeer?"
Tom got off his transe and quickly summoned a bottle of butterbeer from the back room, grabbing a glass during the process and pouring the drink on it as soon as it arrived. "There you go. That will be 6 knuts, please".
That 'please' must have sounded incredibly forced because Draco smirked immediately, reaching his pocket and throwing some coins on the counter. "Keep the change… God knows you need it!" Making sure the barman followed his gaze, Draco, who was now obviously amused, looked around the shabby-looking inn. Pitiful he thought as his smirk grew wider.
Turning back to the bar, reaching for his drink again, he realized Tom had already left. If because of the boy himself or for his attitude, Draco did not know, but he was always pleased when he knew he had made some sort of difference in someone's mood... For the worst.
The front door, leading to the muggle part of London, opened quickly, revealing a young woman looking far too busy with papers falling off from her arms. Well well well… Guess who came in for a torture session today.