CHAPTER11
As Draco walked away he couldn't help thinking about their 'little meeting'. How could HE mistake GRANGER for some hot chick! But actually he had to admit to himself that she looked pretty good. Well, if she weren't a mudblood, he'd probably have a go with her. "Oh, god, not again! The Granger thoughts, yak!"
He never thought about her. No, he was NOT getting THAT low! Well, he thought about how to insult her but, well, that was only in front of her.
Wandering in his strange thought about the mudblood, Draco reached the Apothecary. "Oh, well," he thought, "as long as I am here I might as well buy some potion ingredients that I am running out of". He entered the shop and remained there for some time, choosing everything he needed.
After that he thought about browsing the Alley for something interesting but eventually he noticed that number of people on the street was decreasing. Everybody was leaving the Alley and the shops were closing. It was a quarter past six, still early, but it was The Dark Time again, after all. He wasn't afraid of that or anything but it would be quite weird if people would see him walking back and forth through the Alley when all shops are closed. He didn't really feel like attracting unneeded attention to his already bright personality (that's what he thought). So Draco had no choice but to go back to the pub. Besides it was evening already and he didn't eat anything from the day before. Therefore he was quite hungry.
After about 10 minutes he was in the Leakey Cauldron. He ordered some food into the room and was informed that he had a neighbour in the opposite room. He didn't really like that bit of news. Maybe this guy smelled funny or had a habit of making noise or something else which was unpleasant. And Tom told him to watch the number of his door. This was a bit weird because Draco thought that his door wasn't about to change places with another door ("Old people can be really too precautious or should we call it crazy", he thought with a smirk).
But it didn't bother him too long, after a couple of moments he was again tête-à-tête with his thoughts. But when he was in the corridor at his door it came back. When he looked at the left he thought he saw number 12 written there and the door at the right had his number. He tried the left door with his key, the door opened easily but a glance inside made Draco slam the door shut. "Weird", he thought after recalling the purple-gold-silver room with stuff like a silver cage, a brown trunk and a black girly back pack, that was definitely not his. "Freakin' weird." To check that his mind is not playing evil tricks on him, Draco closed his eyes. When he opened them, everything was in the right order again, the left door had a golden number 13 and right door had a 12.
"I must have eaten earlier, hallucinating from hunger is not what I have in mind", concluded Draco, still confused, as he cautiously opened his door. But he found that it was his room after all, all his things were there. "I better lie down before I have some nasty hallucination that can spoil my precious appetite", thought Draco chuckling, "like Potter zooming around in his boxers or something…" So he lay down, waiting for his food to come.