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The sun's rays felt warm against his skin as he left the shop. He loved the city, the stories he saw on people's faces as they hurried past, the life and the atmosphere building with each second and the madness of every car zooming past, trying to beat the traffic as best as they could. He chuckled at the sight of a young child taking a huff with his mother because he wanted a toy…"Was I ever like that?" No of course he wasn't, he was always the little rich boy who got all the things he ever wanted in life, spoilt rotten…to the core.
He was ashamed and wanted to change very so badly and apart of him had never thought, in a million years, that he would be thinking these things as he had good life and all without a complaint. But then a lot of changes had been striking him over the past week and he thought maybe it was hormones or a bug he had picked up as he had been getting random thoughts about life and had been changing quite noticeably and quickly.
It actually physically, emotionally and mentally challenged him. He would sit for nights in a row finding it hard to fall asleep, he would receive huge urges to beat the life out of a pillow, appetite changed from time to time, a slight tan gradually built on his skin and the past few weeks he wanted to work out desperately. He had a toned figure already but his body wanted more but not that he minded because if the ladies liked it so did he.
He walked down the next right turning and gazed about him . There was something about Muggle-towns that he preferred to Wizarding ones and this he had always kept secret. He knew if anyone found out about his interest for the muggle-world and its people he would be ruined. It was his reputation that made him who he was now and to be honest he hated it. He hated the everyday act he had to perform in front of those he loved and those he called friends…Ha so called friends, right? You would think they wouldn't care what was wrong because they would always be your mates as it all didn't matter. But no he hung around with the people that judged each other. Like a pack of wolves, when weakness is shown they gather around you, only to tear you apart and make you the laughing stock. He envied the Golden Trio. Potter, Weasely and Granger. Their friendship was strong and true and no matter how dangerous the situation was they were always there for one another.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. The sun was beginning to burn them again. It was another one of his changes. The sun had recently been giving a negative effect on his body, although he could walk around places in the daylight but just not for long unless he kept to the shade. He remember last Wednesday, were he had dozed on a sun lounger outside, in his back garden and he didn't have a good wake up call then because his whole body felt like it had received a lit match on a petrol stained surface…so Draco put it down that he had very, very heat or light sensitive skin.
He fumbled in his pocket for a pair of sun glasses he picked up when he was in the town centre. Placing them on, he suddenly felt the relief of the cold breeze against his eyes and he was able to blink without his eyes stinging themselves raw. The temperature was heating up a bit, September would have made a lovely late Summer month but shame it was placed as the start of Autumn, so Draco took off his jacket and straightened out is white, short sleeved shirt, in the attempt to cool down. The white shirt made his figure appear buffer than normal and his arms were a lot more defined as he placed the jacket over his shoulder.
He flinched as he moved his arm away from his jacket too quickly. His biceps and triceps were tense for a reason, apart from this strange and random growing, he also enjoyed a rigorous bash on the drums. The drums was his first and hopefully not his only love. Being a confident, grade 8, he could find and pick a beat out of anything and automatically begin to start drumming the beat out in his mind. Out of all instruments, the drums attracted him the most. When he drummed he let go of everything that worried him, he allowed his frustrations to build up just so he could hit them away one by one and it relaxed him afterwards, enough so he could calm down and breathe deeply again. As he walked he could feel his legs becoming frustrated with the lack and longing for more exercise. So letting his body take over he ran on down the road to he next destination: Diagon Alley.