A/N: I just had to type this idea. I was brain cleaning. Strictly open one-shot. You're welcome to do a sequel, just message me and tell me so I can read it! :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. That is all.
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The London rain finally fell, much to Draco Malfoy's distaste. If the rain had fallen a few hours ago, he would have been livid; alas much has transpired during the last few hours. He was tired, cold, hungry, out of place in Muggle London. He despised the place. No magic in the air at all. He was a positively charged electron in a negative field.
In short, he was lost.
Well, not lost in the literal sense. He was lost by the fact that he was here, condemned to do what he was doing right now. He was enrolling for college. Some motherfucking college. Stupid game, he fumed. He cursed Zabini. He cursed everybody in this wretched city.
If one thought about it, absurd is the best word to describe the situation. The Malfoy's were pure bred, had a gigantic vault inside Gringgots to their name, possessing treasures a mere mortal would never possess. Yet he was here, and he was waiting in a fucking line. Malfoy's didn't have to wait in lines. He had never been a patient person, but this time he was forced to, what with the punishment and all.
After all the hustle and bustle and the muttered curses and strange looks he received, he found a secluded spot to for apparition, too cranky to put up with public transportation.
He apparated behind a tree near his co-ed dorm, grimacing to himself. Yeah, Draco, real smooth. Incredibly hidden. Behind a tree.
After berating himself for a few more minutes, he glanced up at the steps leading to the dorm and very comically unhinged his jaw.
"Malfoy?"
"Granger?"