Chapter 4- Draco Malfoy!
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Continued from last chapter
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"Thanks," Draco said softly, closing the door behind his friend. Wondering if this was really the right thing to do...
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The next morning exactly At eight A.M. Draco was awake and moved his bags next to the door. He would have to leave in thirty minutes if he was to Apparate right over the Atlantic. And get there in time. He was extremely nervous, his hands were shaking, and the coffee wasn't helping him at all.
He glanced down at the clock on the wall and the hand was pointing to, "TIME TO GO." He whispered a simple cleaning charm around the penthouse and sat the cup on the rack in the kitchen. He would have to Apparate now while he was fully awake, intercontinental apparitions are done by HIGHLY trained wizards, they even have to have permission on their license.
Draco picked up his bags in one hand, his Owl cage in the other, and whispered, "Apparate Waving Wands, La."
And in a blink of an eye he reappeared in a small shop, in a hallway that looked like it had been walked through too many times. It was the Apparition Hall, the only place in town where one could Apparate Intercontinental. Draco levitated his bags toward the store counter and an odd blue haired witch who looked thrice Dumbledore's age when Draco began Hogwart's.
"Why hello Sir! I'm Adrian Darnell and I own this fine establishment you see behind me," the woman said with a hint of a british accent. "I'll be happy to point you in any direction of this marvelous town."
Draco tried his best to smile at the old lady, "Mrs. Darnell I'm here looking for a lady." He reached for the file and thrust it into Adrian's hands. "Would you know where she currently resides?"
"Miss Granger huh?" Miriam smiled. "A lot of men are after that one but never one so good looking or as foreign as you."
Draco gave a tiny smile at that, she was here, and she used her real name, "Do you think you Could you point me in her direction?"
"Sure could," Miriam replied walking slowly from behind the counter. "She should be over at the Cooling Cauldron with Luke Regal, having her lunch."
"Luke Regal!" Draco said in alarm wondering what Hermione was doing with a guy. Were they dating?
"You know Luke?"
"Oh no!" Draco replied.
"Don't worry that little blonde head of yours miss. Granger's still available."
"Thanks Mrs. Hoddies," he replied as he looked across the small street teeming with witches and wizards.
"No problem Mister . . . ?" Miriam asked looking Draco over with an eye of approval.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he replied nodding his head as he'd been taught. "I assume that you know where I could find a place to stay for around 2 months?"
"What kind of budget are you on?" Miriam asked as she carefully opened an old battered book with Waving Wands flashing in rainbow colors on the front.
"Money is no object, I want the best Waving Wands offers," Draco replied in that arrogant voice, Hermione hated it but somehow always found rather sexy.
"Furry Fables Inn offers a private suite for only 155 galleons, 9 sickles and 12 knuts a night," she suggested raising an eyebrow at the price of another suite.
"I would like something more like a flat," he replied thinking that price rather low for what he was aiming for.
"A flat?" Miriam asked bewildered at his British talk.
"An apartment, I want the VERY best Mrs. Darnell. I promise that my father, Lucius Malfoy, was extremely wealthy and MONEY is definitely not a factor," Draco assured the flustered woman.
"If you're sure," she whispered as turned to back of the book, "Hmmm. Yes here we are... wait...no... Here! The Mirage Hotel offers a grand suite for 3111 galleons, 1 sickle and 29 knuts a night. Best in Waving Wands I'd say, not many have the privilege of even going near there --"
"I'll take it! Where exactly would I be able to find the Mirage Hotel?" he asked levitating his bags once more.
"Right next door," Miriam smiled. "Do come back now."
"Thanks!" Draco gave a small wave and was gone faster that he had appeared.
Draco hurried out in the Manitoban Cold and into the wooden building that looked like it was to be condemned in a matter of minutes. But when he stepped into the Mirage Hotel it was a totally different atmosphere. There were Snobby looking wizards and witches crawling all over the place. The walls were decorated in sheets of glistening black diamond and huge sapphires, rubies and other precious stones hung off the chandeliers. The stairs and floors were lined in Gold, Ivory, pearl and crystal. the walls were full of paintings of long dead patriarchs, and rails and desks were of frosted glass.
Draco put on his best Lucius face and sauntered up to the check-in desk in the foyer. The brown haired girl turned to him with a flirtatious smile, "Good Morning Sir, and welcome to the Corner Tavern, I'm Annabelle Grant here at your service."
"I want the best room you offer, " Draco tried his best to reply as his father would have but Lucius was not in him as much as he had once been.
"Ah, yes the Forbidden the Imperial suite, 3111 galleons, 1 sickle and 27 knuts a night. It's only been used three times in the Tavern's entire history," Annabelle replied opening the brand new rooms book. "And who are you to be wanting to be the fourth? Could you possibly afford it? You look a mere 25"
"Of course I can, I'm Draco Xavier Malfoy, son of Lucius Caesar Malfoy XIV," Draco leered as his grandfather did, that he would never forget how to do. "I will be here on an extended stay, I don't know how long I will be here, bill me monthly, please."
Annabelle straightened up as she heard the coolness in his tone, but she lingered for a moment trying to associate his name with her memory, "Will do Mr. ...Malfoy."
"Thank you," he said as she handed him the gold key and he threw her 6 galleons, 4 sickles and 23 knuts the same as thirty dollars.
An emerald-robed elf appeared and picked up all of his bags, "Will sir please Follow Itsy, Itsy will take Master to Master's room."
The Corner Tavern only had four floors so it had to be pretty wide to have all the rooms that it claimed it did. Draco reached his room on the fourth floor to realize his room was the fourth floor. He whispered a simple but polite word of thanks to Itsy before exploring his new home.
After putting all his clothes away and composing a letter to his mother, he walked back to Adrian Darnell's shop. He walked back through the door with a genuine smile and she met him with one in return.
"Mr. Malfoy has you not met your lady yet?" she asked handing a little wizard a Miniature Bertie Botts Chocolate Frog.
"No," Draco replied watching the little wizard run out. "I had to check in first, I was wondering where would she be now?"
"Still at the Cooling Cauldron café," Adrian replied with a smile. "Complete Workaholic sometimes we think she even lives there."
"She works there?" Draco asked completely appalled that the smartest, most clever, wittiest witch at Hogwarts was waiting tables in a small town out in the middle of nowhere.
"She owns that place, bought it from Annabelle's dying grandfather," she replied sitting out another box of frogs. "I'm sure you met Anna over at the Mirage. Hermione really helped that old man."
"Thanks, Mrs.Darnell, see ya around," Draco called as he headed for the door and straight to the establishment that Hermione owned.
He waked into the Cooling Cauldron Café to see a mellow sort of environment, the type that she'd always enjoyed. It was serene, tidy, clean, smelt of cappuccino, and bustling with business. Lighted entirely with candles it provided her customers with a certain kind of calmness that few could ever have.
He stood in the doorway trying to locate her and there she was behind the bar, working, when she didn't have to. He maneuvered his way through the crowd and onto the stool right in front of her.
Her hair was in the middle of her back, even now in a ponytail, the scar on her neck was half covered by a large crystal that he had given to her years back. She was more curvy than he had ever seen her and she was tan the least bit, but with the heat outside five years would give you the perfect tan.
"What would you like sir," Hermione asked without looking up at Draco.
Draco smiled as she handed another man a drink, "Perfect Ten, two pieces of ice, quarter Butterbeer and quarter whisky."
He knew that she would recognize his signature drink if nothing else, and he was right, her head shot up, "D-Draco M-M-Malfoy?"
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