Chapter Three:
Draco woke up very early the next morning. He washed his face in the small sink at the corner of the hut. He looked at himself in the rusted mirror that was hanging loosely on the wall. 'Damn' he thought, 'now I definitely look like a ghost,… just like father'.
He got used to waking up early and fleeting, he couldn't stay in one place for too long. His father was looking for him, and Draco didn't want to face him.
He walked towards Muggle London, he was almost there, he knew that his father will never look for him there, for his father thought he hated all muggles.
Draco never hated muggles, neither did he hate muggle born wizards or witches. He just acted like he did, because that's what was expected of him.
As he walked through the forest that he walked into the previous night, he thought his plan out over and over. He will hide among muggles. It was the only safe place for him right now. He would stay there until the war is over, and than he will return to the wizard world, and clear out his name.
He had evidence he was pushed to join Voldemort, he would prove his innocence even if it meant going against his own father.
He entered the city, and as he passed a muggle appliances and electronic goods store he felt that he must walk in. Draco was always wondering how muggles live without magic, how do they ever get anything done.
As soon as he walked in, the mystery was solved.
Inside Draco saw more appliances than ever before. Even though he was from one of the richest wizard families, he had never even heard of these appliances.
He knew about refrigerators, and ovens, but he was amazed from the dishwasher, doing all the dishes with a push of a button, who needs a wand.
When he got to the microwave, the toaster, and the blender he was pressing all the buttons, trying to see how everything works. Everyone who passed by him looked at him like he came from another planet. He looked like a little boy in a big toy store, amazed and awed by everything he saw.
After spending a good hour in the store he decided it's about time he moved on. As he walked out, he noticed a wizard, standing on the street, doing magic for muggles, and getting money for it. He called himself a magician. The muggles didn't realize he was doing all the card tricks with silent spells.
They all looked awed, especially when he took a rabbit out of a hat. 'Oh please, big deal, he conjured a rabbit' Draco thought to himself, 'what's so shocking? If this so called magician makes money this way, I can become a millionaire in no time.'
As he passed further he noticed a small and cozy coffee house. He walked in, and as soon as he did he felt better. The environment inside was so warm and welcoming.
At first when he saw the menu, he didn't know what to do. He had muggle money but had no idea how to use it. He changed half of his wizard fortune to muggle money, so that he has something to live on while he was hiding.
The other half he left in Gringot's, it awaited his return to the wizard world.
At the end he settled for a bacon and cheese omelet, and a cup of cappuccino. He was sitting across the entry way to the back, he enjoyed sitting there, nobody had noticed him but he saw everyone that walked in and out of the coffee house, and had a good view out the window.
He was sitting behind a round table, with a pale pink table cloth. He wondered when the food will appear on his plate, and sat there waiting, making a remark to self, to complain about the house elfs who work at this place.
The waiter brought his cappuccino, and said that his omelet will be ready shortly. Draco started sipping his drink and thought that this is one of the best things he had ever tasted. It was warm, sweet, and strong at the same time.
As soon as he drank it he felt awakened. When he asked the waiter how the houselfs make it, the waiter said he had never heard of no elfs, but the magic of this drink is some sort of cappuccino machine. Muggle technology had stroked once again.
His omelet arrived, when Draco had tasted it he had to admit it was worth waiting for. It was one of the best omelet's he had ever had. He enjoyed his breakfast, and was sitting down, waiting for something the waiter called a check.
At first Draco thought he meant like a check point or something, to check out he was there, but than realized it was how much he owned the café for their service.
As he was taking the money out of his pocket, his eyes briefly looked out the window, and than…he saw her. Looking more beautiful than ever, with her hair blown out straight, wearing short jean shorts, and a tight fitting chocolate brown v-neck top. He put some money on the table, not knowing exactly how much, he probably over paid 20 pounds, but he didn't care. He ran out the door, and called after her:
"Hermione!"