I usually have an idea with where I want each chapter to go but I honestly can't even brainstorm right now. So I'm winging this. Sorry if it's shitty from that. I've never actually done that with any of the stories I write. So this will be fun(:
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… But I own Aly:D Maybe… She kinda reminds me of my friend... So maybe I don't really own her either…
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Draco lounged casually on his bed. His eyes were unfocused as his mind wandered and he absent mindedly stroked Romeo's head when the dog cuddled in closer to his leg. It had almost been a month. He'd survived a month without magic. With muggles. Though he'd never say it out loud, they reminded him of normal people. He didn't… hate them as much as Draco felt he should. After Allen had taken him under his wing in the kitchen, Draco didn't completely hate having a job. Cooking was an easy way to keep his mind occupied. If you didn't pay attention, the food was ruined. Allen was such a perfectionist that he wouldn't allow anything less to leave his kitchen for the customers. Draco almost admired him for that. He wasn't one for settling. Having a paycheck wasn't too bad either.
He didn't know if it was withdrawal from the magic world or if he was just finally losing his mind but this world was not so bad. Draco shook his head and ran a pale hand through his blonde bed head.
He was definitely losing his mind.
Aly padded down the hall in her bare feet. Her still-wet bangs from her shower hung in her eyes and she impatiently pushed them out of the way as she raised her eyebrow at Romeo.
"Traitor." She teased, ruffling his ears when she passed to head into the kitchen. "Do you want food before work?"
Draco's eyes had drifted shut after she passed. Her scent was always stronger after a shower. The cinnamon almost overwhelmed the apple smell and caused a small stirring in the pit of his stomach as well as a lower region he didn't want to admit. Draco sat up a little straighter.
Well that wasn't okay.
"No." He managed to squeeze out while trying to keep his thoughts in check and his breathing easy.
"Suit yourself. You know, you could always cook here. Show me some of that talent that Allen is always raving you have."
Draco turned to look at her just as she took a bite of the banana she peeled.
'Oh dear Merlin…' Draco almost groaned and turned around quickly.
There was a few hard knocks on the door and Draco practically fell jumping out of the bed.
"I'll get it!" He practically shouted, happy for the distraction from the muggle girl that he should be revolted by.
He undid the chain on the door and quirked an eyebrow at the man staring back at him. They were almost the same height but that was the only similarity they shared. The man's hair was almost black and cut close to his head. Black-brown stubble was smattered on his chin and his eyes were a dead brown. They lacked the life and spark in them that Draco had seen light up other's brown eyes.
Aly's brown eyes.
"Can I help you?" Draco said, shortly. He was aware of the rude tone to his voice and the deadly glare that he was giving the man.
"I'm looking for Aly." The man replied, glaring at Draco in return. "I obviously have the wrong apartment."
Draco was about to say that he did when Aly appeared out of nowhere, ducking under Draco's arm and threw her arms around the man's neck.
"Anthony!"
The man smirked over her neck at Draco and wrapped his arms around her small waist, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.
"You weren't suppose to be home for another three weeks!" Aly continued, excitedly. She pulled away and cupped his face in hands. Draco had to strain to keep from growling and shoved the door open wider as he turned back inside to escape the scene in front of him. He grabbed Romeo's leash, hooked the dog up to it, and pushed past them to go down the hall and outside. Draco smirked in satisfaction as Romeo growled at Anthony when they passed.
He sat on the apartment steps, letting Romeo sniff everything he could reach. He ran a hand through his already tousled hair.
Of course she has an Anthony in her life. Draco glared at nothing in particular.
'What a bloody prat.' He thought, angrily. Maybe he was just an old friend. An old hobo that she had helped. He felt the leash pull and saw Romeo trying to get inside, whining at the front door to the building. He sighed and stood. He really did not want to go back there.
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Draco stood at the end of the hallway and watched the scene in front of him play out. He knew it would be awkward if they both noticed him staring but he didn't care. He needed to know where those two stood with each other. He watched as Aly reached up and stroked the man's cheek. Her words drifted down the hallway to Draco's ears.
"We'll talk about this after my shift, okay?" She tilted her lips up at him in a half smile. Anthony's head angled towards Draco and Draco knew that he had been seen. As far as he could tell, Aly hadn't noticed him yet.
Without answering her, Anthony grabbed her face in his hands and smashed his lips onto hers. In response, Aly wrapped her arms around his neck again and Draco felt his stomach drop.
Of course it was going to be like that.
Draco plastered a scowl on his face and continued down the hallway, pushing past the snogging couple to get into the apartment.
"Get a fucking room." He spat as the two pulled away. Aly's cheeks were red with the blush creeping over her face and the man smirked knowingly at Draco. Draco glared back at him, daring him to do anything.
"I'll see you after your shift, okay? I'm not done discussing this." Anthony looked at Aly pointedly and she nodded before he turned and sauntered off down the hall.
"What a fucking winner." Draco said from his spot on his bed, glaring at the ceiling.
"Jealous?" Aly teased, walking to her bedroom.
"Obviously." Draco spat out sarcastically and turned so he couldn't see her hesitate at her door.
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Draco glared into the sauté pan, his mind going over the events from earlier in the morning.
"You okay, kid?" Allen asked dropping the food to prep next to him on the counter.
"What makes you think something's wrong?" Draco snapped, turning his glare on the burly man. Allen held his hands up as if to surrender.
"No need to get so defensive. You were glaring at the pan like it murdered your family, mate." Allen began to separate the different vegetables that needed cut. Draco turned his glare through the small window that looked into the dining room of the restaurant. Like a magnet, his eyes fell on Aly as she served a table of young men. He watched as she batted her eyelashes and tugged her bottom lip with her teeth.
"Is it all an act?" Draco asked suddenly, not taking his eyes off of her. Allen looked at him confused and then glanced out the window as well, seeing what Draco was focused on.
"She's a manipulative one, that girl." Allen let a smile drift over his face fondly. "She knows how to get tips from every type of table she serves." He turned to Draco and watched as the blonde's eyes narrowed when Aly giggled at something one of the men said and placed her hand on his bicep flirtatiously.
"This whole, help the fucking homeless thing. What do you think she gets out of it?" Draco asked, turning to help Allen sort out the vegetables. "It has to be an act to get her something."
"She just likes to help people I guess. What's it matter? She's helping you isn't she?" Allen asked, quirking an eyebrow at the young man before him.
"Who does something when they don't get shit in return? Honestly?" Draco picked up one of the knives and began to cut the green peppers in front of him. "A girl like that helping dirty hobos."
Allen pointed his own knife towards Draco. "Watch yourself you little wanker. I was one of those dirty hobos she took in."
Draco's eyes shot up to the man in front of him. "You're fucking joking."
"Absolutely am not." Allen's eyes hardened. "Three years ago she found me in the park on a bench. Shaking from withdrawal. Almost starved to death, I did." He turned back to the vegetables like he had to keep his hands busy while he talked. "She took me in, let me stay on her sleeper sofa. Got me a job here and I learned how to cook and now I'm making my own living. She's a lifesaver, she is."
Draco clenched his jaw together, thinking over what the man had just told him. He looked out the window once more and met Aly's eyes. She winked at him before moving on to her next table and Draco felt himself let out the breath he'd been holding.
"Who's Anthony?" He asked suddenly. Allen rolled his eyes and looked over at his self-appointed apprentice.
"Don't tell me, you met Aly's prat of a boyfriend?"
Draco stayed silent and continued cutting vegetables.
"They've been together since before she took me in. I know that at least. He travels a lot for his job, though I've never really gotten a straight answer on what his job is exactly. Louis hates him. Thinks he's stepping out on his little sister, see. No one else really cares for him either. A nice girl like her deserves better than that git."
Draco nodded slowly and heard the door to the kitchen push open.
"Hey blondie." Aly pulled herself up to sit on the counter next to where Draco was standing. "Want to cook this order for me?" She held up a slip of paper in front of his face. Draco batted her hand away and glared at her.
"A little fucking busy." He said, motioning towards the food he was prepping.
"Oh come on…" She urged, holding the paper out again. "This ones important."
Draco snatched the paper out of her hand and quickly scanned over the short hand he had learned to read so well.
"This isn't even on the fucking menu. Who ordered this?" He demanded, shoving the paper back into her hand.
"I did. It's my dinner!" She smiled innocently at him. Draco glared back and shook his head.
"Make your own bloody dinner." He looked at Allen's grinning face and rolled his eyes.
"But you're so much better at it." She purred, leaning in closer. Draco's head whipped around to stare at her, only to be met with her smirk.
"You are a fucking manipulator." He mumbled, as Allen snorted beside him.
"Good luck with this one, mate." Allen said in a low tone so only Draco would hear and turned to attend to the rest of the kitchen.
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Draco grudgingly tied the top of the garbage bag together and slung it over his shoulder to carry outside. This was the worst part of the job. A Malfoy would never be caught dead taking out the trash. That's what house elves were for. It made him feel like a mere servant. He started to turn the knob on the door to walk to the dumpster in back alley but heard Aly's familiar voice through the door. Draco dropped the bag by his feet and strained to hear the conversation outside.
"You're overreacting." Aly was saying. "He needed my help."
"Yeah? He looks like he's doing fine now. So he can find somewhere else to live."
Draco recognized Anthony's voice and his eyes automatically narrowed. It was obvious who they were talking about.
"I can't do that, Anthony… He hasn't made enough to be able to."
"I'm not going to sit around and act like I'm okay with another man staying with my girlfriend." Anthony growled.
"How is he any different than the others I've helped?" Aly asked.
"The way he stares at you Aly!" Anthony's voice began to raise. "Like he can't fucking decide if he wants to kill you or eat you!" Draco could hear Aly scoff.
"I'm not kicking him out." She said, stubbornly.
"Then I'm not sticking around."
Draco heard angry footsteps get farther and farther away until the sound was completely gone. He opened the door carefully and carried the trash bag to the dumpster.
"Was that Anthony I heard?" He asked nonchalantly, not looking at Aly.
"Oh… Yeah. He was uhh… just telling me he won't be able to come out with the rest of us tonight." Draco quirked his eyebrow at her. They both knew the lie was practically transparent. "Will you come out with us tonight, Draco? For once?"
Draco was ready to rudely decline the offer until he turned around and saw the pleading look in Aly's eyes. One night couldn't hurt. Could it?
"Yeah. Alright."
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Draco watched Aly dance with her friends. The muggles danced in strange ways. It wasn't the elegant dancing that he was use to from dances like the Yule Ball or any parties that his parents had put on. It was vulgar and sexual and Draco wasn't sure he'd even consider it dancing in the first place. He sat nursing a beer at a table with other men from the restaurant. Muggle alcohol wasn't nearly as strong as the firewhiskey he was use to. He wouldn't even feel this in the morning. Aly on the other hand…
She stumbled over to the table and caught herself from falling by grabbing onto Draco's shoulder. "I'm glad you came!" She shouted over the music thumping through the building. The bottle that she was raising to her lips was roughly ripped out of her hands as Draco held it out of her reach.
"I don't think you need anymore." He shouted back. After a failed attempt at getting it back, Aly slumped against the table, practically leaning onto Draco.
"If you're going to keep me from my drink then at least come dance with me." She said, holding out her hand for him.
"I don't dance." He replied, stonily. He set his glare into her brown eyes.
"Don't be such a git!" Aly grabbed his wrist and with surprising force, yanked him on his feet and began to pull him out onto the dance floor.
The dance floor smelled of sweat and other bodily fluids that Draco didn't want to recognize. The mass of bodies moving around him mixed with the flashing colored lights in the dimly lit area was dizzying. His head was spinning from the noise and the movement. After finding a clearing to dance in, Aly spun around so that her back was to Draco and began to sway to the beat of the music. Draco stared at her, unsure of what to do.
"Oh for godsake, Draco!" Aly grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips for him. She moved so that her backside was brushing against him as her hips moved with the music.
When he finally relaxed into this style of dancing, Aly bent over slightly and let the material of her black dress rise up on her thighs a little higher. As Draco watched, he couldn't help the tightening of his grip on her. His eyes dilated with lust and he spun her around to face him while they danced. Aly let out a small gasp when he pulled her hips against him roughly. Draco almost groaned from the incessant ache he now felt from his chest all the way to his groin.
"Draco.." Aly breathed out, barely audible above the music. And then he lost it.
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Her back was slammed against the ugly green front door to her apartment as Draco held her in place with his hips. His lips trailed kisses along her jawline and to her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin and pressed into her harder when she moaned at the sensation.
"The-the door. Open the-" Aly couldn't finish her sentence as Draco's lips collided with hers again. He pulled her bottom lip with his teeth and then slid his tongue across it to make up for the roughness. He pulled her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and was somehow able to get the complicated door open. Making sure his lips never left hers, he kicked the door shut and carried her to her room quickly, kicking that door shut as well to effectively lock Romeo out.
He let her legs fall back to the ground and didn't waste any time in pressing her up against that door as well. His hands roamed over her prominent hip bones and across her flat stomach, both of their bodies heating up with the lust. He pulled away from her lips long enough to attach onto her earlobe.
"We should stop." Aly said, breathlessly as he nibbled on the sensitive part of her ear. Draco growled into her ear and pressed his erection against her so that she knew exactly how he felt about that idea.
"Make me." He growled, only urged on by the moan she let out when he cupped her breast through her shirt. Draco spun them around and pushed her back onto her bed. He pulled his shirt over his head and settled himself on top of her. Pulling both straps of her dress off her shoulders, he landed wet kisses over her collarbone and moved his hand in between her legs.
"D-Draco, please." Aly's eyes were clouded with lust as her hips rose to push his hand closer to her center. He was in the process of moving her knickers to the side when Romeo's bark from the other side of the door seemed to bring him back from his trance of lust. He looked down at the girl below him. The muggle girl below him. And all of a sudden, Draco felt sick.
"I-I can't… I don't… For fucksake what…" Draco shook his head quickly to clear his mind as he tried to form a coherent sentence.
"Draco, are you okay?" Aly asked, placing her hand on his cheek. Draco flinched away from her touch and jumped out of bed as if it burned him.
"You… I-I'm sorry. I can't just…" Draco clamped his mouth shut and rushed quickly out of the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Part of him was afraid that she'd follow him and the other part wished she would so that he could stop thinking of all the reasons not to and just finish what they had started.
She didn't follow him.
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Blahh. I'm not really happy with this chapter. It seems really jumpy to me but that could just be because I didn't brainstorm it. I would really appreciate it if you guys reviewed(: It means a lot to me. Until next time guys.