A/N:SO many views, no REVIEWS.:(.More Importantly,(what am I saying?!Something more important that reviews? That's barbearac!Just kidding I have a life!)Like I said on the last chapter, this is the beginning of what? Read on... :D Oh and Why does Morgan have incorrect language sometimes and sometimes not? Because she's American, Southern American. She not country or ghetto, but city southern. :D :P :D OH and she has nothing to do with that famous lady, Morgan Carter. I don't even know who that is.
Chapter 3:Chatching A Case of The Worries
As Draco walked away, he thought about what he had just done.
For some reason, automatically he felt a need to go to Morgan's house. The feeling was strange.
He arrived inside Morgan's house, looking around just in time (but unfortunately late) when Morgan hit him with a pot.
"OUCH! What was that for?"
"Sorry, I thought you were a stranger. I get paranoid. How'd you unlock the door? Why'd you come back?"
"Well, you need to fix your issues, How come you didn't tell me you were a witch, and what, you didn't want me to come back?"
She paused, taking in how clever it was to answer a question with a question.
"What do you mean I'm not a witch?!"
"You know, magic, wands, Hogwarts..."
She looked at him weirdly and Draco realized someone without magic (muggles),DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT MAGIC.
"You aren't one of those comic geeks, are you?"
"I don't know what a geek is..."
It was all Silence for about 10 minutes.
"Ok, show me."
"Show you what?"
"Show me you're a 'wizard'"
"Why?"
"Prove to me you're a wizard."
"I asked why."
"Poser."
"What?"
"Poser."
"What's that?"
"It's someone who's like pretending to be someone your not. Poser."
"I'm not a poser."
"Poser."
"I just won't talk to you then."
"Poser."
Draco said nothing.
"Poser."
"Do you hear that, conscience?"
"Poser."
"Yep, I don't hear it either."
Draco covered his ears.
"Really mature for a guy talking to himself."
"I'M NOT-I'm not talking to myself." said Draco, holding in from strangling Morgan.
"Ok. Whatever. POSER."
"Merlin, you're stubborn. I can't show you my magic, but I can show you-a newspaper."
"A newspaper?"said Morgan, as Draco pulled the Daily Prophet from beside him.
He handed the paper to her, and her eyes widened when the pictures moved. She looked up at him.
"So...comic geek then?"
"I told you I didn't know what a geek is. Let alone a comic."
"Ok, take me to your leader-or whatever."
"What?"
"All crazy, immortal, people have a leader. Take me to him. Lemme die. I have nothing to live for anyway."
Draco was still puzzled. "First of all my 'leader' is dead."
Morgan stared. "I feel really weird. This is going to fast. I met you last night, and your already popping up inside my home. As if I already know you."
"Well we talked for hours.."
"Shut up, you know what I meant."
Silence embraced them for quite some time.
"Are you on your lunch break?" asked Draco.
"I'm suprised you know what that is. But yeah."
"Would you like to come with me to Diagon Alley with me?"
"Do you have a car? Cause I don't remember hearing you pull up."
"Do you have a car?"
"Yeah, but I was asking you."
Draco instantly found her keys, which were laying on the shelf, and threw them to Morgan. She stared, but she was curious to see what Diagon Alley was, so she walked out of the door, Draco behind her.
He saw a white Expedition (he read the side) sitting in the driveway which he had never noticed before. Morgan saw his expression and had a small smile on her face. "You like it?"
"It's unusually huge."
"You haven't seen the military in America."
They both got in the car, which looked even better in the inside than it did on the outside. It had grey leather seats with a slightly darker shade of grey for the roof of the car was a charcoal grey. Basically, the entire contents of the inside of the car was millions of different shades of grey. Draco realized Morgan was staring at him.
"Where to?" she asked, cranking up the car.
"The Leaky Cauldron."
Morgan gave him an Are-You-Serious stare. "What?"
"I'll tell you when were there. Just drive like you're about to go to Big Ben."
She backed out of the driveway, and in several minutes they were parked at the side of a busy street.
"Why'd you stop?" asked Draco.
"You didn't tell me where it is yet. Do we have to go into some alley to get there?"
"No, you can go up and find a parking can walk from there."
Morgan did as she was told and got Draco stopped, Morgan said, "Why'd you stop?"
"Because we are here."
"I don't see nothing."
Draco opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron and Morgan instantly saw the both walked in, and Draco headed to the back had never really entered this way.
"Hmmm..."he thought aloud, staring at the blank wall.
"What are you waiting for? There is no door in here."
When Morgan said the last word, Draco had just figured out the before her eyes ,Diagon Alley appeared.
Morgan saw a flash of excitements, stores, wands, people with big hats. It was absolutely magical. But she still had her doubts. "Is this a joke?"
"What do you think?"
"Well, I think you look pretty rich, "Morgan looked down at his clothes. "So, I think you payed all these people and you are trying to make me look stupid by believing you."
'This girl is unreasonably stubborn. 'Draco thought.
"You aren't making much sense, do you know that? How would I ever have the time to set this all up, in just a few minutes?"
"You could have-"
"Stop being difficult."
Morgan immediately shut up on this one.
They walked the streets calmly and Morgan was wishing she could live she stopped and stared at things ,but Draco kept dragging her along. He actually only came here for Gringotts. He just brought her along for the fun of it. Besides, if he did keep in touch with her for more than 3 years, he couldn't hide his secret forever.
"Ouch!" Morgan yelped when Draco pulled her along for the 10th time. "Didn't you bring me here to see what Diagon Alley was? To sight-see?"
"Yes, but I'm going to take you somewhere that is much better than all of this."
"Well, would you let me go?"
"Oh, yeah."
They walked for what seemed like another ten minutes until they finally reached Gringotts.
"This a bank? "Morgan asked.
"Yes." Draco walked into the big building.
"Should I go in with you?"
"Unless you want to stay out here. "Draco gestured to the long street filled with people. It wasn't scary or creepy at all, but it obviously was for Morgan.
"Right. I'm coming in."
Morgan followed Draco into Gringotts, where the Goblins eyed her suspiciously.
"What are those?" Morgan asked. She scooted up closer behind Draco.
"Those are goblins, don't look at them straight in the eye." Draco smirked even though Morgan couldn't see him.
Morgan quickly looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with the Goblins.
"I need to visit my vault." Draco asked the front Goblin, who, as everyone else was, staring at Morgan.
"Who is that?" The Goblin asked.
"I don't need to tell you who she is, just get me to my vault."
"Oh sure thing, if you would excuse me, sir." The goblin wobbled off into the back.
"What are they doing back there?" Morgan asked, craning her neck.
The goblin returned before Draco had time to answer. "I'm sorry but your name is not in the book, or at this bank."
"What do you mean my name isn't in the 'book'?"
"Draco calm down, he's probably new..." cooed Morgan.
"He is not new! He's been here since before my mother was born! My family is one of the oldest ones here! He's just saying this because you're with me in that muggle horrible outfit!"
Morgan looked down pitifully at her messy diner uniform. Draco sighed. One of the other goblins came over.
"Come on, I'll take you." he said, eyeing the other goblin suspiciously.
The goblin got into the front of the cart then Draco got in the back and patted the wet seat next to him for Morgan to sit on. When she just stared at him, he said " What? Your outfit has nothing to lose."
Again, she looked down at herself.
As the cart started out at a slow pace, Morgan said "Where are we going next?"
"Nowhere."
"Do we have to drive there too?"
Draco looked at Morgan. "No...Nowhere as in, your house. Nowhere."
"Actually, I have to go back to work."
"Oh yeah."
The cart was picking up pace, and speeding around corners.
"I never wanted to be a waitress." said Morgan, starting a sob conversation.
"What did you want to be?" asked Draco.
"A photographer."
"Why?"
"I dunno, its just...I dunno."
"Hm."
"Where do you work?"
"I've already told you."
"When?"
"Last night."
"Oh really, no one remembers anything when their drunk."
"I do."
"Stop lyin'"
Draco said nothing.
"I have a feeling you aren't listening to me."
"Your feeling is correct, because I'm not."
Morgan stared at him and looked away.
A few minutes later the cart screeched to a stop.
"Key, please." said the Goblin.
Draco handed over the key.
"Ya know you would be cute if your face wasn't so...disgruntled." commented Morgan.
The goblin frowned.
"Morgan." said Draco.
"What? He would. That's a complement for him."
The goblin kept his eyes on Morgan angrily as he opened the door.
Morgan's eyes widened once more at everything inside. All the gold cups, the silver plates, oh and The door closed as soon as it opened. Morgan looked sad.
"I got what I needed." said Draco, chuckling at Morgan's depressed expression.
"But-" said Morgan.
"Come on or you'll be late for work." Draco said, sitting down behind the goblin.
"I hate that job anyway."
"Why did you get a job there then?"
"Long story."
"We have time."
"No, you have time. I have to get to work."
"I thought you didn't like your job."
"I didn't say I did."
The cart screeched around a corner.
"Then why are you going to work?"
"Because I-dude just shut up."
"Wh-"
"Shut up." said Morgan.
They got out of the cart when they reached the end of the ride. They quickly left Gringotts, left Diagon Alley (It took some time, Draco didn't know how to get back to the Leaky Cauldron. Luckily, a couple was coming in and happily let them through) and made their way back to Morgan's car, in 10 minutes to spare.
"Hurry up!" shouted an angry Morgan when Draco couldn't get his seat belt on. "Oh my goodness." she cried, and launched her self over the arm rest to do it for him. "You are going to make me late for work!"
"You already are."
Morgan looked at the clock and saw that she had only 6 minutes left .
"Dammit!" she muttered to her self as she quickly started the car and pulled out of her parking spot. She drove as fast as she could without breaking any of the British laws as Draco grabbed hold of the door handle.
"You are on the wrong side of the road!" shouted Draco angrily as Morgan drove on the right side.
"UGH! I forgot." She swerved on the other side of the road, causing the other car on the correct side to stop on brakes.
They drove in silence except for the fact that Draco was whimpering and Morgan was muttering to herself. After 3 minutes she stopped at the apartment she lived at.
"Here is the key to my apartment. Get out of the car. You can stay at my house until I get off from work or you can call a cab to take you home. If you do take a cab, leave the key under my door mat." Morgan spoke quickly ushering Draco out of her car.
"What is a cab?" asked Draco.
Morgan stared at him. "My apartment is on the top floor. Just take the elevator up to the 15th floor."
"What's an elevator?" Draco looked at her puzzled.
"Bye." Morgan drove off, leaving Draco standing at the curb.
"Muggles." muttered Draco, walking toward the apartment building. "Muggles with all their fancy stuff."
I hope you all liked! =D I like reading other fan fictions. Harry Potter fan fictions, that is. I like learning new things about characters, even if they are made up. I like learning new spells also. If you have a fan fiction you'd like me to read, I'd be happy to. :D Oh and about this story... it is based in 2013. I know its not supposed to be. Its supposed to be 2004. I know. But I like it this way. :D R&R!