It wasn't until they had hit the street that he noticed how tall she really was. Draco towered at close to 6'4, but she had to be at least 6'. She was now drapped in a heavy black cloak that hung well from her frame. Hooking her arm in his, they began to walk down the snow littered street. The street lamps were lit, showing heavy flakes dancing in their rays before they settled down onto the brick road. "Hey kid, where do you want to go?" Slightly provoked, Draco replied,
"It doesn't matter to me, and would you quit calling me kid?" He watched her as she turned to look at him, a twinkle of laughter in her icy blue eyes. For a moment he was lost in them and forgot that she was also gazing into his.
"You've got cute eyes kid, I like that shade of gray... Never really looked good on me though, I'm more into the blacks and reds."
"Well I'm sorry for not having creepy colored eyes." Draco felt a ease around her he hadn't had around anyone in years. She laughed at him and turned into an unmarked door. "What's this?" he barely had time to call out before she dragged him in behind her.
"It's called Fartrolls and it's pretty underground. You don't get the guys who drink to get drunk here, just the over worked who drink to relax. I come here after work sometimes." She continued to talk, but Draco was too busy looking around to listen. The place was small, but clean, with a warm, kitcheny feel to it. Booths were set up on two walls, the other walls consisting of a large fireplace and the bar. "You sit, I'll order us some drinks."
Draco sat in a booth and instantly marveled at the soft feeling of cushions. It wasn't the most fashionable place, but Draco could see why she liked it. There were only a few other people in a few scattered booths, all of which looked like tired, over-worked, yet friendly people. A girl in business robes smiled at Draco and he polietely nodded his head. Glancing back over at Josette, he overheard he order a Butterbeer and a White Russian. Removing his jacket, Draco settled back futher into the booth, smoothing invisible creases from his expensive slacks. A moment later, she approached with the drinks in hand.
"Alright kid, here you go." she said as she slipped into the seat opposite of him. Taking the Butterbeer, Drao sipped it, watching her over the rim of his glass. Setting it down, he spoke to her,
"So tell me about yourself." Lifting an eyebrow, he challenged her.
"Well... I'm 24... I graduated from Hogwarts, thanks to a few strings pulled by Professor Snape for my vow of silence,... I... then went on to become an aspiring actress, who failed because she really didn't have that great of a passion for acting... and, I ended up at Joc's." She finished with a satisfied look on her face and Draco nodded his head thoughtfully. "What about you kid, what's the deal with you?"
"Well, I'm Draco, I go to Hogwarts, the end." Something caused him to leave out the fact that he had been allowed back into Hogwarts only after extensive investigation and a few lies from his mother, hence forth proving he was forced to act with the Death Eaters and he truely didn't play a part in Dumbledore's death. After Harry and his "friends" left, no one seemed to have the courage to approach him, leaving him mostly to his self his entire 7th year, He had to admit, he kind of missed the trouble the Golden Trio had always managed to cause for him. He had found himself lately being bored.
"Well, if your not the most intrigueing thing under the sun..." she snorted, sipping her drink.
"I don't see you with excitement out your ears either, smartass." Draco smiled as she chuckled at his playfulness. He watched her reach into her robes and pull out a cigarette. Lighting it with her wand, she took a puff. Suddenly Draco felt a jolt as her long leg touched his gently. Instantly he looked at her face, and by her careless expression he guessed she hadn't done it on purpose. Still, the effect was the same and Draco found himself lost in thought of her long pale legs and what all the could wrap around, including his waist.
"So do you listen to Melinda and the Pixies?" she asked, bringing him out of his daydream.
"That's a chick band." Draco snorted.
"Their a chick rock band and your a little punk."
Draco could only smile and gaze into his Butterbeer, feeling warm and sleepy from late hour and the drink. Josette seemed to notice. "Hey kid, maybe you should head on back..."
"Yeah, I'm a bit tired, but..." She seemed to read his mind and smiled. Conjuring up a scrap of paper and a pen, she wrote down something.
326 Kertel st.
Room 209
"Stop by and see me sometime kid, I could use the company."
"Yeah... sure thing." Draco tucked the address into his pocket and smiled. Standing up, he moved over to the bar to pay for the drinks. When he looked back ove his shoulder he saw walking towards the door. She looked over her back at him and winked, before disappearing out of the door.
