A/N: All right, all right, product placement. Shoot me.

I awoke groggily and checked my watch. It was 5.43, I had been asleep for a few hours. I tried to turn back and hit something warm and hard. Suddenly, all the memories hit me like a crushing wave. Blaise, the look of evil in his eyes, the final words I would ever allow him to say to me...

But who was in my bed? I had never turned around to check, I had just been grateful for the comfort. I tried to feel the shallow movements pressed against my back. Muscles, a strong chest, an arm draped lazily in the crook above my hip, the other under my neck. I looked over at it in front of me, resting on the pillow. It was pale, a skin tone that could belong to only one boy.

I turned to my other side and snuggled into Malfoy's chest. It seemed to rouse him from his nap. His eyelids flickered open to look at me and he smiled, worming out the arm from under my neck so as to stroke my hair. He said nothing, just simply gazed at me.

"You are beautiful," he said. It didn't even seem like a compliment, simply stating fact. I smiled shyly under his watch. He caressed the patches under my eyes where the tears had turned my skin sticky. "What happened?" he asked.

"Blaise,"

"Yes, my Father told me about his uncle. He works in the Ministry with a bunch of other people who find as many reasons as they can to scorn the muggles. I imagine I heard the news around the time Blaise did."

"He's angry," I said, "with the muggles."

"Well I imagine he would be. They did kill his uncle after all..."

"All the muggles, not just those ones." I looked down.

"I don't see that it makes any..." Draco trailed off, looking suddenly confused. "This really does trouble you, doesn't it, this whole muggle thing?"

"Well, yes, it does. Muggles aren't all that different to us. We are all humans after all, but there's still this kind of unwritten hierarchy, which is ridiculous considering that most muggles don't even know magic exists! I just find it hard to hear everybody being so mean about them, especially when I practically am one,"

Draco looked at me hard, inspecting me.

"I-I guess you're right..." he said slowly. This was clearly a new point of view for him.

"Look, Draco, these attitudes have been bred into you, I don't expect you to have to understand,"

"But I want to understand," said Draco unexpectedly. I raised my eyebrows in shock.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I want to know what it is you're talking about."

I frowned for a moment. I wanted to explain to Draco, explain to him all the little things that made muggles so awesome, but I didn't have to words.

"Well then, how about this?" I proposed, "Next weekend, you and I will go into London and act like muggles for a whole day. I'll show you what it's like."

"L-Like a date?" he asked, bashfully. My heart fluttered.

"I-If you want it to be,"

He leaned forward and kissed me.

"It's a date."

The week dragged by slowly and painfully. I was constantly quizzed on Blaise after he left early to be with his family. In all honesty, he was the last person I wanted to talk about. My studies were brutal too, the fast approaching Christmas holidays apparently bringing with them extra inches for each essay along with many other pieces of homework. I did them all eagerly every night, making sure my weekend would be free. Draco and I chatted idly in public, for some reason reluctant to let other people know of our... relationship. I still didn't know how to define it.

Draco met me at the gates of Hogwarts on Saturday morning, clutching our Nimbus Two-Thousand-and-Ones.

"Just because we're going to act like muggles, doesn't mean we have to travel like them," he said, winking. I whipped out my two recently purchased oyster cards from my pocket.

"How do you think we're going to get around town then?" I asked, slapping one into his hand. He groaned.

"I've heard things about buses..." he began. I ignored him, grabbing my broom and taking to the sky. He was immediately on my tail as we made our way to through the misty skies to London.

We arrived swiftly enough into the alley outside the Leaky Cauldron, asking the bartender to keep them there until we returned. He grunted in reply.

We exited the Leaky Cauldron onto a busy London street. It was good to be back. I took Draco's hand. We weren't in school anyway, we could do as we pleased without running the risk of anybody seeing us. We walked idly along the street for a while, shoving our way through the weekend-goers until I spotted the world famous 'Underground' symbol.

"There!" I pointed, dragging him down. I showed him how to use his oyster card to get through, and with little difficulty we soon mounted the tube.

Draco sat with his hands between his knees, looking nervously up and down the aisle as if expecting something.

"What is it?" I finally asked.

"Isn't somebody going to come to check our tickets?" he hissed, "We haven't bought any!" I nearly laughed out loud. Draco Malfoy, famous bad-boy, had never been on the tube.

"Draco, there are no ticket collectors on the tube!" He looked at me quizzically.

"What do you mean? But surely if you don't have to buy a ticket it gets crowded!"

"It gets crowded alright," I nodded, chuckling.

We emerged from the tube into Piccadilly Circus, and next to me Draco gasped. I turned to see him staring at the screens in awe.

"I didn't know muggles could make pictures move," he said.

"Not with magic, but they've learnt many substitutes," I said, dragging him along. He turned his gaze from the screens to the cars.

"What are those?" he asked, hurrying across the street quickly and people halted by the zebra crossing.

"Cars, Draco, muggles can't just Apparate anywhere they want!" He continued to gaze at them as I walked along, looking at the names of each building until I found a cinema. If he liked the screens that lit up Piccadilly Circus, he would love a movie.

I bought two tickets for the next showing of the latest comedy, and then bought a large bucket of popcorn and two cokes.

"What is that?" he asked, eyeing the popcorn.

"Popcorn," I replied. Surely he'd tried popcorn?

"Like- corn corn?"

"Yep, try some" I said, popping a piece in my mouth. He too took a tentative mouthful and his eyes lit up.

"This is brilliant!" he exclaimed, taking another piece. "What's this?" he asked as I handed him the coke.

"It's a drink, but be careful, don't drink it too quickly on your first-" It was too late, Draco took a long drag on the straw, and then coughed it back up violently.

"What is that?" he spluttered.

"Coca-cola" I replied, lazily sipping on mine. "it's better in small sips."

We finally entered the theatre and sat down, when the movie commenced. As the music began, I didn't watch the screen, I watched Draco. His eyes lit up as he watched the darting images, a wide smile spread across his face. It made me want to kiss him.

As clueless as Draco was, however, he somehow seemed to know proper movie etiquette. Some way through the movie, he stretched his arm, resting it over my shoulders. In response, I snuggled into him. I don't quite remember at what point in the movie kissing became more important than the screen. Draco sure was a fast learner.

"That was brilliant!" Draco exclaimed as we walked away from the cinema. I spotted an Apple store.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" I said, pulling him towards it.

We pushed our way through the crowds until I found a purple iPod nano and gave Draco a headphone, finding a song. As it began to pump into our ears Draco inspected the small device. He looked at it up and down, taking in and out the headphone, marveling at the fact no-one could hear what he was hearing.

For a very late lunch, we ended up sitting in Regent's Park, huddled into each other eating sandwiches.

"The food's the same," I said, taking a bite into mine.

"At least," he replied through a mouthful.

We continued in silence, until we finally began to make our way back to the Leaky Cauldron, quite exhausted.

"What did you think?" I asked him.

"It was... amazing. Muggles, they can do anything. Cars and iPods and movies, it's all just like magic." I nodded. He understood.

The flight back to Hogwarts was quick and enjoyable, darting in and out of the clouds with Draco, each daring the other to go faster. When finally we arrived, it was six in the evening and already dark. We walked together to the broom cupboard, no longer hand in hand. When we reached it, Draco took me unexpectedly and pinned me against a wall, pressing his lips against mine. For some reason, I pulled away.

"Draco, what are we?" I asked. Finally.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we keep sneaking around and kissing here and there, but what- you know- are we?"

"I thought... you were my girlfriend." he said, confused. My heart leapt.

"Oh, good." I said, awkwardly.

"At least, I hoped you would be. You're amazing Angie. I l... I really like you."

I nodded. "You too,"

We kissed again.