His room was a small depressing place. No doubt the walls were painted white a long time ago but now they wear a dirty grey coat, in the places where the walls met large ants come in and out through small holes in the wall. Eating at his face whenever Draco tried to sleep at night. He was standing in the space between his bed and mirror, folding down the collar of his shirt. Today like every other day he wore black trousers, a white button up, black tie, black blazer and matching black combat boots. Black on black, the colors of an Auror.
Draco left his room and briskly made his way to the cafeteria, five floors above him. On the staircase he ran into two others dressed in black, having a lively conversation. Neither made an attempt to speak to him. Draco scowled, why would they? Only and idiot would dare speak with Draco Malfoy, right?
His forearm started to itch.
The cafeteria reserved for the Aurors was huge, it seat close to three hundred comfortably, there was barely half that amount there today. Unlike that of his bedroom theses walls were actually bright white, as were the tile on the floor. All together it made him feel like he was stepping into a blizzard. To the left was the line for food, it was normally quite long but today barely a person stood on it.
"I can't believe he's here." A tall muscular man in front of him was saying to a rather short bald man. Bloody hell, only here for one day potter and you're already the talk of the town.
"Same, mate!" said the short one. "Didn't he say he wasn't going to join the ranks? A matter of fact didn't he kind of em….run away?"
"Yeah." The tall one replied. "Wonder what made him come back."
Kingsley's orders and my wand you marons, he thought bitterly but kept his mouth shut. The line crept forward. "I wonder what's he's like." The short one said, sending a longing look around the room. Draco followed his eyes and landed on the man in question. Potter was seated at a table close to the exit talking to a few of their fellow Aurors.
"You think he'll be mad if I go up and talk to him?"
"Why don't you go over and find out." Draco spat. "Merlin, look at you two. Standing around gossiping like a bunch of girls!"
"Yeah whatever Deatheater." The tall one spat back before walking away, with the short one on his heels.
"You look like you're in a fantastic mood." Rayssa said sitting opposite him. Rayssa was a tall brown skinned women with a lot of feminine features. She had long black hair that normally fell in waves down to the middle of her back but today she chose to tie it into a bun. Rayssa was dressed in similar garb as Draco but instead of black pants she wear a black skirt. "You going to tell me how you got that shiner on your right eye?"
"No." Draco said going back to his meal.
"Oh boy Draco Malfoy so much fun." Rayssa said dryly "Any reason your boyfriend over there has one too?"
Draco glared at her. "Joking." she said leaving to go get her own food. He was thankful for the silence it provided in which he ate his food in peace. The eggs were runny but the barcon made up for it. He was sipping on his on juice when Rayssa retuned.
"So Kingsley sent you to bring back Harry Potter." She said between sips of her juice. "Oh to be a fly on the wall for that."
Draco's head was starting to hurt "Please change the subject." Potter's the last thing I want to talk about.
"Gladly. So a little birdy at the jewelry store told me a certain someone sent stuff to a certain other someone."
"And who might this little birdy be?"
"Ah alas I can't tell you that."
I'm going to kill Blaise. Draco should have known that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. The two of them gossiped together like old hags. Draco signed "It not what your thinking"
"Enlighten me." Rayssa asked with a smile. Draco narrowed his eyes. How much do you know? A small portion no doubt. What happened between him and Granger was suppose to remain between them.
"Why don't you ask Blaise?"
"Oh I did but even he won't tell me."
"Good and neither will I."
"Oh no!" Rayssa's voice was dipped in sarcasm. "I guess I must go on forever thinking that Draco Malfoy has a soft spot in his heart for bushy haired gryffindors."
"Think what you want."