A/N: Sorry for my lack of updates. The fic is finished, and I will update it until it is finished. My account is on hiatus, though.

Chapter 11

Her house was small, she thought, probably nothing Draco was used to. They looked around and, seeing it was safe, decided to finally enter the cottage.

Riley shed her cloak, waved her wand and went to the kitchen. The muggle fridge was empty, she saw, and decided to go shopping. Draco could stay here if he wished, she didn't exactly fancy going with him to a store.

"Riley, do I need to exchange these for muggle money?" He asked. She turned and he held up two bags with the wizarding bank's logo on it. "My mother gave me an early Christmas gift."

"So you heard from her?"

"A note saying 'good luck', but at least she's still alive." He shrugged. Riley smiled before hugging him, her arms curling around his shoulders. Draco returned the hug, although stiffly.

"I'm glad, Draco. You should write to Snape and say we're safe. I'm going shopping and when I'm back, I'll put protective enchantments around us." She said, picking up the purse her mother had given her.

"Wait – you're going without me?" Draco sounded shocked.

"Draco, it's a muggle supermarket." Riley lifted an eyebrow in question.

"So?"

She laughed, "Fine, come along. Put on a hat or something, though, in case." She said, going to her parents' old room. It wasn't the first time she'd been in there, they kept their muggle money and bank cards in the safe, and she still needed to live, and that included eating. Her way through school was paid for by her parents when they were still alive, so that was one less thing to worry about.

Riley took a bank card out and slipped it into her purse before changing into muggle clothes. She got out some of her father's denims and shirts, hoping they'd fit Draco.

They did. She was suddenly thankful her father was a fitness fanatic and liked to remain slim. It did take some convincing for the Malfoy former-heir to get into muggle clothes, but she convinced him that it was comfortable and would look good on him.

In the end, she was right, it sculpted his body nicely and she had to admit that he had a very nice bottom. He caught her looking at it, and winked in response.

In the supermarket Draco was fascinated with the rows and rows – he'd obviously never done his own shopping, seeing as wizarding supermarkets weren't that different. She got milk, and Draco hoarded up on candy and popcorn, and while she got bread and pasta and soap, Draco got all the Coke and Sprite he could carry. She had given him a sip of it before they left and he'd declared his undying love to it.

Riley laughed at Draco's antics. Next they went to a nearby clothing store and bought some clothes that Draco liked. She had hoped it would include some tight clothes, and to her immense delight, it did.

Back at her house, she cast all the spells needed to protect them while Draco carried in the groceries.

"Riley – do you have camping supplies?" Draco asked once they were finished, "We might need them."

"Yes, I think so. Why?"

"We're going to help Potter, I told you, and I'm guessing he and his two friends are on the run. It might involve camping." He shrugged. "And I want us to check out Godric's Hollow as well, it's where his parents lived and died, and it's almost Christmas – I'm guessing Potter is a sentimental sot."

Riley nodded, stretching her limbs like a lazy cat, and fell into the couch next to Draco, who only smiled at her. She was always shocked at the smile on his face.

"What?" She asked.

"I haven't seen you this relaxed in a long time." He said, "So, what do you want to do tonight? We get to relax, don't we?"

"How about we watch a movie?" She suggested. Draco frowned.

"What?"

She smiled, "Goodness, are you in for a treat!"

. . .

97 minutes later Draco's mouth was hanging open.

"I have been so wrong about muggles," The Slytherin boy said, "This was entertaining. It's like a picture, but with sound!"

"Calm down, Draco, there are plenty more to watch," The girl laughed. Draco's pale skin darkened in a blush. Riley pecked him on the cheek, but he caught her cheek with his hand and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"As long as we get to do more of this." He kissed her again, and she melted into his embrace. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. So much for Draco being a cold-hearted bastard – his arms were warm and his kisses were indescribable.

"I'm sure there will be." She couldn't help the smile that threatened to wrap around her head.

. . .

"So this requires no magic?" Draco stared at a small box in his hand, "How do you change it back?"

"You get one that makes your hair natural again; or at least look like it." Riley said, taking the box from him, "Or you could just let it grow out again." She threw the box in the dustbin.

He looked at her. "You look good with red hair." He commented, "But do I have to do it too?"

"No," She said, rubbing her hair dry with a towel (or attempting to), looking at herself in the mirror, "You can wear a wig. I was just tired of boring old brown hair."

"My dear Miss Frost, you are not boring. And your brown hair wasn't either."

"I like this. Keep the compliments coming and we might just have a future together." She winked at him.

"So you packed?" Draco asked, "And we can go in an hour?"

"Yes, Draco, I packed. We can go once my hair is dry. Your hair is on my bed. Put it on and get out of the robes, Draco."

"Merry Christmas to you too." He replied, walking from the vanity to her bed. "Also the bed in the guest room is awful for my back."

"There are other rooms to choose, nitwit." She snapped at him.

"But it's the one closest to you." He said. And Riley couldn't help but laugh, throw her arms around him and pressed a long kiss to his lips.