Out The Door
Chapter 3 – Civil Requests
By amarthaine
For the next week, everything just blurred by. I did my preparations for your wedding with no error. Everything was preparing perfectly. The correct gowns had been ordered, the flowers were set, the colors were prepared, I had alerted all the major tabloids, and you were off with Harry almost all of the time enjoying your time together. I didn't blame you guys, I knew you were excited about marrying him. Even if you were so young, you really had a hold of true love.
I was still in a daze from that kiss. It was truly amazing – even Ron's kisses hadn't had an effect like that on me yet. It was so amazing…that I have no idea how to phrase it. I'm supposing it would be like the kisses you and Harry share, but that's only a guess.
Once that week, when I was buying magical supplies, I thought I saw him out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned around to search for him, I couldn't find him. So I had shrugged my shoulders and continued with my shopping. I had stopped and grabbed a bite to eat on the way home, and I walked. I know you think I'm stupid when I say I'd rather walk, but it is nice to be able to breathe the fresh air and have my exercise.
So I made my way to the dingy old apartment I used to leave in, you remember the one? It used to be nice, you could tell from some of the old furnishings, but it had been let down. It wasn't quite a slum yet, but it was on its way. I had made my way to my particular room, all the way on the top floor, the best there was there, and sighed as I noticed that the roof was leaking again because it had begun sprinkling when I was almost home.
Quickly setting everything down on a chair, I pulled my wand out and muttered a few incantations to keep the roof from leaking quite as bad, and to catch the excess rain, I placed pots and pans underneath the worse spots before I took my magical supplies and placed them in the cabinet I had spelled to keep safe from any sort of harm that could come its way.
After I had done that, I had looked around and decided that I really needed to do some cleaning; I had left books strewn about the room as I finished one and simply grabbed another, or my brain became too sidetracked with thoughts that found themselves tied to certain situations in the books. I had used my wand to speed up the process, making it so much easier to dust and not have to worry about sneezing constantly.
Having finished that, I headed into the kitchen and decided to make myself a dinner of macaroni and cheese, mixing in a meat called spam. A couple of months before, I had met an American witch who highly recommended the meal, and after testing the meal out myself, fell in love with it.
As soon as I set the water down on the stove to boil, I heard a knock on my door that seemed it was almost hard enough to take out my door. "I'm coming!" I yelled loudly, hurrying out of the kitchen and through the living room towards the door. Dusting my hands on my jeans I had on, I opened the door expecting it to be you or Harry, only to stop mid smile and hello to see Draco Malfoy standing at my door.
For several long seconds, I stared at him with my mouth slightly open, and my head tilted to the side. After our encounter the week before, I had never thought I'd see him again. I figured he would avoid me like I was the black plague and he was the last sane person on Earth who needed to survive. But there he was, standing outside my door. After a while, I realized he had said something and I quickly shook my head. "What was that?"
Frustrated, Malfoy's eyebrows knit together. "I said, I need your help on something, will you allow me to come in." His voice held no contempt, and at that moment in time, I was truthfully wondering if he even remembered what had happened the week before.
Muttering something, I swung the door open wider and allowed Malfoy into my apartment. Rubbing my nose anxiously, I remembered the water I had put to boil on the stove. "I'll be in the kitchen. I was in the middle of making supper. I'll make enough for two." With that, I hurried out of the living room, allowing Malfoy to look around and amuse himself for the time being.
Reaching my kitchen, I had pulled down the remainder of what I would need to make a meal for both of us, and as I poured the noodles into the boiling water to allow them to cook, I slumped against my counter, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. Everything was just so confusing; it didn't make sense why Malfoy would be coming to me for help, of all people, or why he would come back after the incident that happened last week.
Hearing a crash from the living room, I was pulled out of my revere and quickly jumped out of the kitchen, my wand in hand out of habit from the war. Coming to a stop, I pinched my nose again as I saw that Malfoy had knocked over a stack of books that it seemed he had pulled out and stacked up.
"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" I finally asked tiredly, smiling a little bit as he jumped and turned to face me, his own wand raised.
With a snort, he quickly pocketed his wand. "Don't sneak up on me. And you'll find out eventually."
Rolling my eyes, I went back into the kitchen and quickly dumped the noodles through a strainer and then placed them back in the pot with butter, milk, and a cheese packet. Stirring it all, I put in the meat I had cooked in the oven while the noodles boiled, and stirred it all together. Getting two bowls, I grabbed them, split the continents of the pot evenly, and carried them out into my living room.
I placed one bowl near Malfoy, as he was now sitting in one of my chairs and thumbing through a book, and carried the other over with me to my over stuffed chair in front of the fireplace.
Sitting in silence, I ate out of my bowl and eventually conjured myself a glass of water, watching as Malfoy did the same thing at the same moment. Still, he refused to look up at me and he methodically drank and ate while reading at the same time.
Setting my empty bowl down, I leaned back in my couch and closed my eyes, listening to the noises of the trains, the animals, the couple next door, and occasional noises from Malfoy. After a while, I heard a squeak as footsteps neared me. Cracking my eyes open just a little, I looked up to see Malfoy bending down so he could look at me eye level.
Taking a deep breath, Malfoy closed his eyes momentarily before he let out a sentence in a rush. "I need you to help me crack a code my father left. If we don't, it'll kill me."
Author's Note: So here is chapter three! I hope you guys enjoy it and everything. I definitely plan on explaining some of Malfoy's peculiar actions before long, as it will all be revealed within time. As always, leave reviews to let me know what you think about the story!!