A/N: Look I've actually written something! I know you all hate me for taking so long, but I'm hoping to have more time to write now so you may be getting even more yay! I've been much more active with writing since I got published in my schools literary magazine… we have the most critical people on the staff there so it's a big deal, even bigger because I got almost 0 negative comments about it, some of them even claimed my story was their favorite! Any way here's your new chapter.

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Draco had rented us a room in some posh little place in up town London that we had checked into last night. After checking in we went out to dinner and then came back and watched a movie. I of course tried to pry out of him why exactly he was calling the show, but the boy can keep a secret, so finally giving up I crashed on my bed and fell asleep. I woke up early this morning to Draco rummaging through his suitcase, and me being the lovely morning person I am, grabbed the thing nearest to me, which happened to be one of those bibles the hotel rooms always have, and chucked it at his head. Hearing the resounding smack and yelp coming from his direction I smiled and rolled back over. This turned out to be a bad idea because no more than three minuets later I was brought to life by a bucket of ice cold water being poured on my head. Screaming and sitting up. I calmed myself before lunging at the laughing idiot, initiating a wrestling match which Draco obviously won.

After getting up and growling at him I got ready for the day. When I exited the bathroom Draco was sitting at the little table in our room, room service having already arrived. "So what are we up to today?" I asked tucking into the food in front of me.

"I hadn't really thought about it" Draco said looking thoughtful. I looked up at him with an incredulous gaze. "We could go shopping." He said smiling. I groaned, I hate shopping.

And that is how I ended up in this tiny shop in the middle of London looking through racks of vintage t-shirts while I wait for Draco to come out of the changing room and make his purchases. Getting board I lean back against what I think is a solid wall, unfortunately the wall contains a shelf with more t-shirts. Me being the klutz that I am knock off a bunch of the shirts and quickly crouch down to pick them up, praying to what ever deity that is up there that no one had seen. These particular prayers went unanswered and a shirt was held in front of me and an amused "I think you dropped this" is uttered. "Thanks" I mutter with a frown, grabbing the shirt and standing up I look to see who my mocker is, and come face to face with the most beautiful pair of dark chocolate eyes I've ever seen. Feeling even more embarrassed after noticing that the beautiful eyes are attached to a beautiful face and body I feel my face turn bright red.

"No problem. I'm always available to a help a damsel in distress." 'He is so gorgeous' is all I can think as he smiles. I chuckle a little, still uncomfortable. "Here let me help you with all this." He says leaning down to pick some more shirts up. I smile and do the same, completely forgetting about Draco.

DP

Laughing at what is possibly the dumbest thing to ever come out of my Dad's mouth I take a sip of my soda I think for a minuet before coming up with something, "Okay how about this one, hey baby" I say shaking my head trying to look sexy "was your father a thief? Because someone stole the stars from the sky and stuck them in your eyes." Dad and I laugh as we finish our pizza. Calming down he signals the waitress over for the check.

"Will there be anything else sir?" she asks, openly batting her eyelashes at Dad, who is too oblivious to notice her flirting. 'She must be at least 15 years younger than him' I think

"No thanks." He says calmly, sending her pouting all the way to the back.

"Dad, I hope I can be just like you when I get old." I say seriously as we leave the pizzeria.

"Okay what do you want now?" he asks eyeing me suspiciously. 'Why does he always think I want something..oh right… I do.'

"No seriously I hope that just like you when I'm in my thirties I hope I can get hit on by twenty year old women." I say sincerely. Dad just looks at me and shakes his head. "What!" I ask.

"Nothing" he says laughing, as he makes his way into a little shop. I begin to follow him until I hear something fall in the shop next to the one he just entered. I look in to see what it is as see a beautiful girl with long black hair picking up a bunch of shirts. Forgetting about my dad I go over to help the girl. The good thing about having a dad who knows so much about women is that I'm completely comfortable around them, and have no problem approaching one I like. I make my way into the store and pick up a shirt right in front of her. "I think you dropped this." I say smiling. She gets up and mumbles thanks. I stop when she looks at me she has the most beautiful sapphire eyes, I'm suddenly reminded of my lame pick up line. It seems that maybe someone had put stars in her eyes. "No problem. I'm always available to help a damsel in distress." I don't even know how I manage to put a complete sentence together in this girl's presence. 'Why can't I stop smiling?' "Here let me help you with this" I say leaning down to help her pick up the stuff she dropped.

When we've finished picking the stuff I can't help but wonder all about her, I can tell off the bat though that she's a muggle. I'm just about to ask her name when I'm cut off by my Dad coming into the shop. "David! Just where the hell have you been. I thought I made it clear you were supposed to stay with me as punishment." 'Oh shit!' I turn around to face my dad.

"Ummm… I.." 'He could not have come at a worse time.' I can feel my face turn as red as this beautiful girl's had been when I first saw her.

"He was helping me sir. I knocked some things off this shelf and he was helping me pick them up." I hear a timid voice behind me say. I look over my shoulder to see it's the girl, 'Damn I wish I knew her name.'

"He was?" Dad has his eye brow raised and I can see he understands. Sighing he says "Well I guess I can't be mad at him for that, can I. Well thank you for keeping my son out of trouble Miss… I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

"Marks, Willow Marks." She says 'Willow…beautiful'.

"Well thanks again Miss Marks. I'm Harry Potter by the way." He says shaking her hand with a smile. I see her eyes widen, 'oh no'.

"The Harry Potter?" I can see my dad's eyes widen, he obviously hasn';t figured out she's muggle yet. "Of Harry's love line?" 'breathe dad… ther we go.'

"Yes. And this is my son David."He says pointing to me.

"Glad to finally know the name of my rescuer." She smiles at me and I can't help but smile back. It doesn't last long, she seems to have remembered something and looks back at my Dad. " You know my father has been trying to call your show, he's here now… somewhere." She says looking around for him.

"Well I'd love to talk to him but I actually have to be going to work, wouldn't want to disappoint the fans. But if he calls in today I'll make sure he gets on, what's his name?"

"Oh he's already on the list to be on today, you don't need to worry about it."

"Allright well then I hope we'll see more of you Miss Marks."

"You too Mr. Potter, David," She shook my dad's hand and then mine. When she pulled back I felt a piece of paper in my hand, and smiled, I knew exactly what it was.Smiling Dad and I walked out of the store and went our separate ways, dad to work and me back to our flat. I would have stopped to go somewhere else but I knew he'd call as soon as he got to work so I settled for going home and wondering when the best time to call Willow would be.