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A/N: Recently, I really feel like writing again... Thanks for the reviews so far, they keep up the good motivation :) I try to move it at a natural pace, but soon we'll see "the other side" of the story. Also, beta would be nice ;)

Chapter 2: Arrival

Draco stepped out of the taxi and awkwardly paid the driver. Muggle money still felt weird to him. A gold galleon is something real, a piece of paper, on the other hand... Better get used to it, he thought grimly.

He watched the taxi drive away and soon it was just him and his trunk. That car had given him even more creeps than Muggle money. He wasn't completely unaware of Muggle things, but still Muggle studies hadn't been high on his list of things to know, being who he was. But that had to change, if he wanted to go through with this new life. That's also why he had only taken a small trunk with his favourite clothes and some other stuff. Most things remained in England, stored away for later - if there was a later. At least money-wise he should be OK. Even after the reparations, the Malfoy estate was still monumental.

Bringing his thoughts back to the here and now, he took in his surrounding. He stood in front of the house which address had been given to him. It was located away from the centre of Forks, in a small forest of sorts, without any immediate neighbours. It looked immaculate and pristine, a perfectly maintained garden in front of it, green curtains lining the windows and a small chimney coming out of the roof. That squib living there must really like it to keep it maintained that well...

He trudged to the door and knocked. He heard some shuffling noises and then the door opened. A small woman, maybe in her late fifties, greeted him with a smile. She had greying brown hair and wore a self-knitted bronze-coloured pullover over some black jeans. Her blue eyes twinkled sheepishly from under some old reading glasses.

"Mrs Delling?" he asked.

"Yes, that's me," her mellow voice rang out, "and you must be young Mr Malfoy?"

He nodded, "Yes, I guess you have been expecting me.?

"For some time now, yes." She stepped back from the door and waved in, "but do come in. You must really be tired after the trip!"

He walked inside and put his trunk down in a corner. The house looked as pristine as it did from the outside. A lot of plants and flowers, bright, cheerful paintings on the wall, but apart from that, a minimalistic approach to interior decoration. She gestured him to follow her and led him into the kitchen. This was a drastic contrast to the entrance. Warm colours, a bit of chaos, lots and lots of...things and a square table made from thick, dark wood on which some muffins were waiting for them.

"Sit," she smiled, "and eat."

"Thank you," he said as he sat down. He took one of those muffins and while he smelled it, Mrs Delling poured him a cup of hot, steaming tea. He couldn't help it but warm up to her.

"How was your trip?" she asked and seemed truly interested.

He quickly swallowed the first bite of the muffin. And, damn, they were tasty, he thought.

"Long," Draco sighed. "The train to Seattle, then a bus to Forks, and a taxi..."

"Oh dear, that's long! Why didn't you take the plane, or the floo network? I am connected, you know?"

"I had thought about it, but I must say that flying in those metal Muggle contraptions is still not something I feel comfortable with. I mean, I can trust magic to keep me flying, but this technology..." He took a sip of the delicious Earl Grey tea, "Trains I am used to, and I really could use that time to think. About this, about a lot of things."

She looked at him with a weird expression on her face for a long time. "Must have been pretty tough. The war, I mean." Draco looked up sharply. "I don't judge, relax. I never follow the whole European wizarding world that closely, but I know of that war. Was this the reason you left?"

"It was, mostly." Draco thought about it for a long while, then sighed. "I did some things – stupid things – I am not proud of. Things I cannot easily undo. I didn't want to stay home, because of me, of those I hurt, and a lot of other reasons. I got some ideas from my family that didn't turn out so well, all this pure-blood craze, dark magic... Let's just say I got humbled. Really humbled. So I guess I have been lucky to get this second chance at life..." He took another deep sip from his cup.

She smiled warmly. "Understanding is the first step to betterment."

"I hope so," his shoulders dropped slightly as he relaxed.

"Any plans so far?"

"Not...really," he smiled sheepishly. "That may have been the one thing I haven't thought about too much. Just that I am supposed to be less...integrated into the wizarding world here and lead a more Muggle-centric lifestyle." He still wasn't sure about it, really. I mean, Muggles... Stop yourself! he mentally hit himself. After what you've seen that mudblood Granger do, you still doubt?

"You can stay here until you settle yourself," she offered. "You take suggestions from a local squib?" She chuckled at his reaction of shock. "Just kidding," she laughed.

"I could do worse I guess."

"You're young, for Muggle society. Best thing would be to get you into high school. You'd learn a lot about Muggles, get contacts, and can start from there."

"More school," Draco whined. "I thought I was done with that after Hogwarts..."

"Trust me, I think it's worth it. I know a friend, should be easy, boy. Soon you'll be a happy student at Forks High School. And who knows, you might find a friend or two."