CHAPTER5
Draco woke up at the sound of his alarm clock. He switched it off, stretched, yawned and turned to the other side. A moment later the clock started to beep again, because as you know, it wasn't an ordinary alarm clock, it was the Wizard's Alarm Clock, it won't let you go to sleep if you have to wake up, but these are only the details of the story. Draco was forced to wake up. He groaned. But the thought that he will have time to sleep the rest of the summer because there will be nothing to do, occurred to him and the drowsiness vanished.
He walked around the room gathering things that he thought he would need for the rest of the summer. Then he went to take a shower. After that, he glanced in the mirror. His towel was wrapped around his middle and his hair were wet and sleeked back. Man, he was hot! He had muscular torso and arms, which were in a really good shape. He glanced at him self once more and went away to get dressed in some muggle clothes so not to attract attention. Generally Draco always wore muggle clothes because it was the only thing he liked about muggles. His father preferred him to wear robes so that would show the pureness of their blood. Draco chose his favourite dark jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. He took his trunks, his broom and his birdcage downstairs. His father and his mother were waiting for him.
"Finally, boy, I thought you'll never get ready".
"I am sorry, father…"
"Shut it, I didn't ask you to talk!"
"Lucius, calm down! Everything will be fine, do not worry", Mrs. Malfoy said quietly in a soothing tone to her husband. "Just don't worry…" Mr. Malfoy seemed quieter a bit.
"Get in the car, now!" He addressed Draco, who wearily moved outside.
He wanted to stay in their house; he didn't want to go to some stupid pub in the middle of London! He liked the manor a lot especially when it was empty of any other people. But unfortunately that hardly happened. The house was always full of the Dark Lord's supporters or tortured prisoners, who were then killed upon becoming a useless source of information. Some people Draco even knew but he didn't feel sorry for them in the least. Some were really bad people, rotten to their bones and they deserved what they got. Now was the New Dark Time so there was always somebody in the house apart from his family.
These thoughts were lurking in his head when he got into the black BMW, one of his father's cars, and the thought didn't leave him all the way to London. In the car Lucius gave Draco money for a room in the Leakey Cauldron, for food, for his school things and spare money so he won't ask questions (Draco knew that well because he was always given money for shutting up). Mr. Malfoy said that he would come for him on the first of September two hours before the train to Hogwarts leaves. After giving him those instructions, he stopped the car near the entrance to the Leakey Cauldron, opened the trunk so Draco could take his stuff. Draco hardly was able to close it, the car zoomed away with a speed that seemed like the speed of sound.