Draco Malfoy woke early, staring out on the sun's cruel, bright beams. He frowned at it, thinking ungrateful thoughts about the malevolence of something that would wake him at 7 in the morning. What a mean and spiteful thing, that sun.
Stretching, he walked into the bathroom, turning to look at the mirror. He reached his hand out, hesitantly, touching his own reflection in the mirror. He didn't feel different, he thought slowly. He didn't look different, he thought with an edge of bafflement. Draco Malfoy, in love with a Muggle. Draco Malfoy, the same person as he'd been just the day before. It felt like nothing had changed, and yet, Draco Malfoy was perfectly sure that everything had changed.
He couldn't get her face out of his mind, the curve of her lips, the twist of her black hair as she twirled it out of her water-blue eyes... He wanted to see her. He paused, a thought coming to him. "Gammy!" he hollered, and the house elf appeared.
"Yes, Young Master Draco sir?" Gammy said.
"I want you to - is it possible? Tell me, don't hurt yourself if you can't." Draco Malfoy said, absentmindedly squatting down to talk with the small creature.
"Yes, sir?" it asked attentively.
"Can you create a window that will show the street below? Can you put that in my bedroom?" Draco Malfoy asked.
"I could, if..." Gammy said, and Draco marked the look of calculation in its eyes.
"You are the smartest house elf I've ever known! How will I thank you?" Draco said grandly, gathering the elf into his arms (which it was plainly uncomfortable with, which was the whole point so far as Draco was concerned.)
"You have thanked me enough already" the house elf said.
Draco grinned, staring out the window for a good half hour, hoping to see her. Not that he had any real reason to think that she'd be by - but she hadn't seemed to be travelling, even if drinking in that bar hadn't seemed exactly like a regular thin for her.
Straightening, he ran a comb through his hair (the rumors that he spent an hour in front of the mirror were Perfectly Pansy, which is to say made up simply so she'd have something to gossip about. Still, she was useful for finding out any number of things - some for ridicule, and some for blackmail. The best could be used for both, of course.), and strode out to sit at the breakfast table. No one else was up so early, so Draco Malfoy cracked a book. He'd be waiting there for everyone, which would prove useful in the end. Despite the cursed sun's notable stubbornness in waking him, Draco wryly thought that he might owe the puissant thing a debt.
[a/n: Okay, yes, Draco Malfoy's being a bit overdramatic. He's a teenager, they do that sort of thing.
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