A/N;; Okay! Sooo exams are over! But...I'm taking drivers right now so I'm pretty busy. I've actually had this written for ages...heh heh heh...sorry! R&R!

Chapter 2;

Draco rolled on his side he was hunched up in one corner of the bed out of habit. He yawned and stretched out, staring at the single beam of light coming in through the curtains.After a long internal debate he finally got out of bed and crawled to the bathroom.

The flat wasn't the same as he had remembered it. There were no pictures hanging on the walls and it was very plain. There were a few trunks of things in the middle of the living room along with a few random pieces of furniture. It was rather lonely. The only other people he had seen in the past few weeks were Bella and Rae. Their many cats barely counted as anything.

The water in the shower was freezing cold. It stung his skin each time he moved. He didn't actually realize his skin was beginning to tint a light blue, until he stepped out.

Towel drying his hair he pulled on a pair of dress pants and a nice shirt, removing the tie for it didn't look right. He examined his flawless complexion for a moment before searching his trunk for a small drawstring bag.

Upon finally finding it he drew open each string and poured a fair amount of powder into his pasty white palm. Tossing the flour like substance into the blazing fire he followed close behind, disappearing into green flames.

He shook the hair from his eyes as he stepped out of a fireplace. A few people glanced up as he crossed the room to the door. It opened with the ring of a bell and fell shut with a thud. He looked around, soaking in his surroundings. He briefly remembered the place for he and his father had used floo powder to reach the destination when he was still in school. It was a shabby looking department store to any muggle but to wizards, it was just a part of the floo network.

Shaking his head in disgust over muggles, Draco applied the normal sneer to his pale features. He had been quite used to them at this point in his life. After traveling the world he had gotten acquainted with many of them quite well. His former hate for them just turned to a particular loathing.

He reached into the pocket of his silky smooth dress trousers and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. He opened the folds carefully and examined its contents. The address scribbled upon it was hard to make out. With a squint of his eyes he finally managed to read it and lifted his head, looking to the nearest street sign. Noting that he was indeed on the correct street he began towards the opposite site of the lane, the street numbers descending.

" 14563…14565…14567" He thought out loud, stopping in front of the small shop. A large pair of neon scissors blinked lamely at his vision. He recognized the place easily and pushed open the door. The definite scent of hair products immediately filled his nostrils. Subconsciously he reached up and patted his own hair into place.

" Can I help you?" A woman asked, her American accent was thick. She had long curly red hair, huge brown eyes, long legs, a busty chest and a round middle. She was so awkward looking that Draco might have been surprised had he not already known her.

" Um…hi" He managed to reply carefully. The look of annoyance prompted him to go on. " My name is Draco and I'm looking for a job…"

She set down the pick comb in her hand and muttered apologies to the woman in a chair beside her. Draco noted that she was from the United Kingdom for she spoke with the accent.

" Oh Alright, Draco was it?" She asked, moving her way to the front of the shop.

" Yeah, Draco" He answered his gaze following her movements.

" It's a shame you're applying" The woman in the chair said as the redhead leafed through papers.

" Why's that?" He asked, leaning against the counter casually.

" Here" The American woman said thrusting the papers into his hands carelessly.

" Because, my daughter would have absolutely fawned over you" The English woman replied with a chuckle.

" Oh" Draco managed to put two and two together, " You think I'm gay?"

" Most men that work in beauty salons are" The redhead offered.

" Nah, I'm bisexual" Draco replied with a sly grin. Muggles are weird.

Both the women laughed as they continued on with their business prior to his interruption.

Removing the odd plastic quill-or as it was labeled; bic- from the safety of the cup holder he scanned through the applications he had been given. He eventually figured out how to work the weird device and began to write his answers to the forms.

Name? Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Age? 20

Birthplace? Winchester.

" 'The bloody fuck?" He murmured trying to figure out what a 'Phone number' was. He had heard Hermione and Harry talk about them once before. Furrowing his brow he skipped over the next few questions then continued.

" When you're done honey, just set them up there." The woman with crimson hair said after a few minutes, snapping her gum.

" I'm Laine by the way." She added.

It took all Draco had not to say ' I know.' He had of course worked with the woman before- or was it considered after? Anyways when he and Harry were thrown into the future he had had to fill in for her on countless occasions. Bella had suggested the job to him.

" Bye" Draco waved politely as he set the papers on the counter. Pushing open the door he heard them say their goodbyes just before the door fell closed.

" And now for the hard part" He thought aloud shielding his eyes from the newfound sun.

Draco glanced to the road making sure there was no oncoming traffic before throwing himself into the road. He crossed the street and quickly ran to the next point at which he needed to turn. There was a large group of people surrounding the stupid muggle contraction with images of men walking and palms facing him. He huffed, his breath visible in the air. He was about to stand up taller to see what was taking so long when his eyes landed on familiar brown ones. His heart stopped and his stomach flopped.

" H-H-Hermione?" He sputtered his jaw slack.

" Dray-co?" She half screeched.

" Hi," He managed to say not taking any notice to the people now moving past him. Suddenly crossing the street didn't seem so important.

" You- hi," She said smiling only slightly.

" How are you?" He asked after a moment, raising a brow.

" I was fine," She said bitterly.

" Look- I know I messed up but I- I'm sorry" He said after a moment of studying her hardened expression.

" How long have you been back?" She asked curiously, her baby blue knit hat clung to her head making her brown curls pour over the collar of her coat.

" Three weeks as of tomorrow," He replied honestly.

" Oh" She said giving him a strange look.

" Are you- how's Harry?" He asked his voice dipped at the name.

" Fine." She said so sharply that it hurt Draco's ears.

" Did he do o-"

" Look, I have to go. It was nice seeing you again Dra-Malfoy," Hermione said her eyes glazed as she pushed past him. He sighed and rubbed his temples in a slow circular motion, dropping himself into a bench.

" Nice talking again too, Mudblood" He murmured into his hands.