Sorry this is so short. But its important you know the follow up to the real story. I promise, it gets better. I may not update quickly as I should on this fic, every few days or so.
Ash
I had no use for turning myself into something I wasn't. Because of my fame, people would allow me to do whatever the hell I liked, so even though it bugged the hell out of Draco I continued going to that shop, waiting for my opportunity to get him the hell out of there.
I would stand around, talking to customers, buying things I would have to give away because I had no use for. If I didn't feel that Draco would get beaten and bruised over loosing his job, then I would have complained so much about him that he had to quit.
As much as I racked my brain about it, I could never understand why Draco would be in a hell hole such as this shop. His background was more that high priced, he was raised as a high class citizen and the last I knew of it, he was seen squandering his parents money in bars over Europe.
It would seem that Draco had possibly done something incredibly bad, which had led him to 'Rare and Relish', and I seriously doubt it was Death Eater activity; otherwise he would have been dead, in prison or hiding out somewhere. It seemed unlikely that he would be working in a well known, well visited shop so publicly in Diagon Alley, one of the most popular wizarding destinations in the world.
I couldn't though, for the life of me, find out what it was, or even begin to think about what might have happened.
XxXx
A few weeks after my obsession with Malfoy manifested itself; I was in Diagon alley ready to take action. I walked confidently into the shop and towards the slug man with a look on my face that said determination.
"How much for him?" I asked, pointing to an astonished looking Draco.
"Two thousand Galleons." The man said with boredom. He then looked up to see my reaction, and looked a little disappointed when I nodded my head and held out four money sacks.
He poured the money out and proceeded to count it bit by bit. I'm telling you now, there was two thousand there, and that's that.
And that was that. Draco now belonged to me.