Chapter Ten - Rosalie Spinks

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Draco

Draco woke up before Harry, after Hermione, and to the sound of someone unfamiliar speaking in the living room. He lifted his head from his pillow, where he'd been sleeping face-down, and squinted groggily at the daylight outside the window. A few muggles were outside, jogging in outfits that woke Draco up more from the confusion, or wandering around and peering at their phones.

These phones puzzled Draco. They seemed to be everywhere. As if they were Muggle's versions of wands.

He got up and put his feet on the still-warm floor and then whisked the curtains closed. His few new outfits were hung in the closet. One was a black shirt with smooth texture across the arm and chest. He fingered it, remembering how it had fit in the changing room yesterday, then pulled it off the hook it hung from.

Hermione was in the kitchen when Draco wandered in, fully dressed. There was no one else in the kitchen, but a large and thin surface mounted to the wall had a moving picture of a man in front of a map. Different symbols, such as clouds, a raindrop, and some long, thin white lines moved across it. "Temperatures dropping next week," the man said, startling Draco, who didn't know moving pictures could talk. "Expect rain, which could turn into snow if this wind blows any more cold down from the north."

"Good morning, Draco," Hermione said from behind him. And even though he'd known she was there, he jumped a little as he turned away from the TV. "I need your help to make eggs."

"Right," Draco said, wandering forward. "Um, the moving pictures can talk?"

Then, as he spoke, the surface changed away from the map, showing an aerial view of a city. It looked as if it had been taken from a broom. Draco immediately backtracked to stare at it.

"No, that's the telly," Hermione said. "Muggles can display anything they want there and it's transmitted over radio waves in the air. There's so much content in the world that you'd never be able to see it all."

"Right. And how do they get in the air?"

Hermione glanced at the screen. "Looks like a drone shot. They have these… tiny machines with four propellers. They can hover mid-air and film."

"Propellers?"

"Think of it as those toys that catch wind and spin around." Hermione gestured him over. "Now, come help with this."

Draco paused. "I… can't cook."

Hermione thought about this and groaned. "No, of course you can't. Well, I can't make eggs, otherwise they'll come out scrambled… Harry! We need you!" She pushed Draco to the stove anyway. "We'll put you in charge of bacon. Now watch how I turn on the stove…" she pushed a button and twisted it and a light turned on. "See, here's High, and here's Low. Cook in this medium temperature. Set the bacon strips one-by-one in the pan and – Harry! Can you please come help us? – anyway, just cook them to your liking on both sides and put them on a plate."

She turned and began popping bread into the toaster. Draco cleared his throat and pulled at the texture on his shirt. "Hermione, what's this stuff here?"

Hermione spared him a glance. "Tire tracks?" she asked.

"Tire wot?"

Harry trudged into the kitchen, still rubbing his eyes and in his pajamas, and Hermione paused explaining what tires were to ask for his help. Harry joined Draco by the stove and together, the three of them began to assemble breakfast. Hermione had picked up a can of beans from the store. Draco had never had beans from a can before. At least, not that he knew of.

"I reckon," Draco said as they all sat down, "That if we were to perform a bit of magic near or inside the shops, that the ministry trace wouldn't be able to track us down. There might be enough magic in the area."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance. "If you want to, be my guest, but they gave me a full trial for underage magic at the beginning of the school year. I'd better not put a toe out of line."

"And if you do get caught, Harry and I are ditching you and you'd better come up with a reason why you're here and alone." Hermione bit into her toast thoughtfully. "Though it would be helpful, not going to lie."

"What're we up to today?" Harry asked.

"I'm finding the wizarding library," Hermione said. "And getting another pie – those things are like crack. Apparently, there's also a muggle market around here, a very nice canal walk, and a large and beautiful park."

Draco nodded along with her ideas, then set his fork down. "What's crack?"

They found the Wigan market in a large square building with concrete floors. Hermione hauled along her copy of Hogwarts, a History, even though she'd end up not touching it at all. People were selling all sorts of things inside. Meat and veg and books (Harry let him and Hermione browse for a moment) and a place that Hermione described as a nerd club, filled with funny dice and cards and action figures.

Draco gave these a cursory glance and then found the 3D puzzles. A cube with colours on each side you rotated around to try and find matches, something called a "gear sphere" and a silly little thing called a boondoggle.

Nearby, teenagers and adults were playing board games and cards. One group was dressed up, with pointed ears like house elves and robes and cloaks like a Gringotts curse breaker. They played with multiple sets of colourful dice. One person narrated, "Suddenly, a crowd of goblins emerges from the woods, rushing towards you. Roll for initiative!"

Draco picked the Gear Sphere and turned it around in his hands. Harry found several metal circles intertwined and put it on his arm, where it leaped to life and rolled up and down his sleeve. "Hermione," he called as she looked longingly back towards the books. He reached out his hand. "Nice to meet you!" They shook hands and the metal sphere rolled up Hermione's arm.

"How does it work?" Draco asked. "Is it electrical?"

"No, it's just mechanics."

"So it would still work at Hogwarts?"

Harry and Hermione both paused to stare at him. Draco picked up a nearby basket and held it out. Harry took the sphere and it shrunk back into metal circles. "Draco, we don't need it. You don't have to buy it for us."

"No, I want it," Draco said. "It's clever and funny." Harry hesitantly put the circles into the basket and Draco looked back at the table. He scooped up the funny dice in a pretty green colour. He grabbed the gear sphere. He grabbed a deck of cards called "Exploding Kittens", then wandered further into the booth. "You there," he said to the man behind the register. "What here doesn't need electricity?"

The man blinked at him. "Everything," he said.

"Or batteries?"

"Um…"

Draco picked up a large box labelled "Dominion". "What about this?"

Draco ended up collecting everything in his cart, along with a guidebook that supposedly went with the cards, and some 3D-printed action figures that he wanted to enchant later. Then, he noticed t-shirts with dragons and wizards and mystical creatures, and couldn't resist those either. Hermione gave up on watching him and left Harry to 'supervise' while she returned to the bookstore to be equally as irresponsible. It wasn't long before Draco had followed her there to seize several "fantasy" and "Sci-fi" books. Harry stopped him when he tried to put a plastic book into the cart he now had.

"Draco," Harry said, "That's a DVD. It needs a DVD player to generate a moving picture. You'll have to have a player and a telly to watch it. It won't work at Hogwarts."

Draco's shoulders sank before he realised he'd let them. Luckily, Harry had a solution. "Let's check it out from the library. We can watch it while we're in town. Okay?" Harry took the plastic book – the DVD. His eyebrows rose. "Oh, Doctor Who! That's a British classic. We'll find it easily."

"Why doesn't electricity work at Hogwarts, again?" Draco complained as they left the market.

Harry and Hermione were both chuckling to themselves as they helped him carry the four paper bags he'd filled up the road to the Galloways for another warm pie. "It interferes with magic," Hermione replied shortly.

"Well, why?" Draco demanded. "They're both part of this earth anyway!"

Hermione couldn't take it anymore and she set down her bag to laugh. Harry was smiling as well. "You realise you only learned about the telly this morning, right?" he asked. "We hadn't even introduced you to DVD's – they're considered old technology anyway."

"What?" Draco was dumbfounded. Muggles had pictures with sound and they thought it was old technology?

"Well, nowadays, people use their phones to watch videos and you can purchase the video for your phone without needing the DVD or the player. And you can buy things from other countries. And the store never runs out of copies!"

Draco grabbed his hair. "The Muggle world is so bizarre!" he exclaimed.

"Shh!" Hermione snapped. The three quieted and looked around. Not many people had noticed them. A few gave them odd looks as they passed. "You blokes are going to get us arrested. Come on, I want another pie."

The line to Galloways was lengthy, but none of the customers seemed to mind standing outside in the rain. Most of them had phones and were tapping, typing, or watching while they shuffled forward mechanically every few seconds.

Draco shuffled in his bag and pulled out the pretty green dice. He rolled one with twenty sides in his hand, over and over. "You both will need to play with me, so I can figure this out," he said. "Then I'm going to teach the Slytherins to play and charm these figures to move by themselves."

"Like in Wizard's Chess?" Harry asked.

"Exactly, yes."

"Ron might enjoy that," Harry said, glancing to Hermione. "Maybe I ought to go get a set of dice and figurines for him, as well?"

"He'd probably adore that," Hermione agreed. "Now, if I remember my map right, the magical library is inside of the normal one. I'm wondering if-"

"Malfoy wanted to check Doctor Who, the tenth doctor."

"With David Tennant?"

"Exactly. He's decided to come off his Pureblood pedestal and down into the realm of Muggle culture."

Beside the door was the woman Draco had seen watching them the previous day. "Back again?" she asked.

"The pies are really good," Hermione said. "Do you know of any other places we ought to try while in town?"

"Kung Fu," the woman said. Draco looked down at her tag again – Amelia. That seemed really hard to remember for some reason. It didn't quite fit her. "It's a Chinese place unlike any other. The portions are about that big…" She touched the tips of her thumbs and index fingers into a small circle, "and as fast as you can order, they're brought to the table. Like a massive speed-race of Chinese sampling."

"I've never had Chinese food," Draco said, mostly to Harry and Hermione.

"English Chinese food isn't really Chinese food," the woman – Amelia – said. "If you ever visit America, their Chinese food is actually more accurate than ours. It's bonkers."

"Maybe I ought to just go to China and try the food there," Draco said.

She laughed, and they continued forward in the line.

Hermione sighed and set Draco's bag down. "I need a loo," she said, and nudged the bag to the wall. She leaned her copy of Hogwarts, a History against the wall behind the bag. "Be right back," she said, and disappeared.

Harry and Draco exchanged glances. "Reckon her order will be the same?" Harry asked.

"If not, then she can have two," Draco said.

They shuffled forward. "Wish we could do magic here," he mumbled to Harry. "Would be nice to put a feather-light charm on all this."

"You should have thought of that before you bought it," Harry said. "Reckon your parents will be irritated?"

"They better not," Draco sniffed, then paused. "I mean, no. They won't mind." At this point, the money was barely theirs, and he couldn't imagine the Dark Lord being bothered, given all the money he had at his command.

Harry was silent. "I didn't realise I could use my wizarding money in the real world," he said. "I should have bought good clothes ages ago."

Draco nodded. "I was aware that the exchange rate was how Muggle-born people bought wizarding items, but it didn't occur to me that the Muggle World would have anything worth purchasing. I mean, there's no exploding snap… broomsticks… no chocolate frogs-"

"Oh, Draco, we need to get you a Cadbury!" Harry said. "And pinballs and Maoam! You'll love them. Forget the library – we're heading to Poundland after this!"

They bought pies – Harry covering for Hermione – and then decided to wait for her outside the shop. They ate their pies by bending the tin back and biting them like they were sandwiches. Harry had a slight advantage because he'd gotten the Pie-in-a-Barm again, but this time with a meat and potato pie. "This is surprisingly good," he told Draco. "I think I'm going to try them all."

Hermione appeared and sized them up. "Where's my bag?" she asked.

Harry and Draco stiffened. "Um, I think we left it just inside."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys," she said, and scooted around the line of people. She appeared only about twenty seconds later, a furrowed brow, but with the bag and her book. They didn't need to ask what was wrong because she opened her mouth immediately. "I don't know… do either of you recognise that server beside the door?"

"She was there yesterday," Harry said.

"Yes, I almost walked off without my book and she pointed it out to me. And now I can't shake the feeling that I've seen her before."

"Nice of her to remind you," Draco said. "Harry was telling me about something called pinballs – can we go-"

"Yes!" Hermione brightened immediately. "Let's go now!"

Much later than expected, they made it to the library. Draco had tried pinballs and Moaom and then decided to clear Poundland of their inventory. At that point, there had been too much luggage, and so they'd trekked home to dispose of everything in his room. Draco kept an open bag of pinballs in his pocket and passed some to Harry and Hermione to thank them for their patience in helping haul his stuff around town.

When they got to the library, Hermione disappeared again to find the wizarding section while Harry took Draco to the DVD section. He found a DVD that wasn't in as good shape as the one Draco had picked, but would be free. Then, he pulled another DVD off the shelf. It was titled "Sherlock". "Take it from me," Harry said, "You will like this show. Plus, it'll teach you a little bit about how Muggles survive without magic."

They took the DVD's to the front desk to check out and had just finished getting Draco a library card using their AirBnB address when Hermione returned distraught. "They had an updated copy of Hogwarts, A History!" she exclaimed. "It was checked out only an hour ago! Can you believe my luck?"

"Hermione," Harry said. "Don't you have your own copy?"

Hermione sighed. "It's not as recent, but yes."

"Hoping to find the last line of the prophecy?" Draco asked.

Hermione only pouted. "I just wanted to read it for fun."

Harry put his hands on her shoulders from behind and steered her towards the classics section. "I know what'll make you feel better," he said. "Let's check out their Shakespeare collection."

Hermione immediately perked up and Draco was left alone.

He found the wizarding section, but did not feel particularly inclined to search for the mysterious fourth line of the prophecy. He could do that at any time. So he wandered away, glancing at the shelves, and ended up in the children's section beside a book series called "How Stuff Works". The first one he sought out was electricity, where he learned that lightning was considered electricity, and so was static shocks. An American with a key on a kite in a storm had figured it out. Which begged the question, if static could exist at Hogwarts, why not television?

He stacked the book and picked up a book on television. Then on radio. This couldn't be true – had Muggles travelled to space? Yes, they had even made it to the moon… fifty-five years ago! That was before his parents had been born! The muggles had been going to space this entire time? He found a book on spaceships and leaned against the window to read. The rain continued outside, but at some point he saw someone with strawberry-blonde hair pass by. He paused in reading a book about cell phones and looked closer. He thought he recognised the coat worn by that person from Galloways. Perhaps she was off early? But she was walking away, and he could not tell for sure if it was her.

The next morning, the three of them decided to frequent Wigan Park. In the park was a statue of a man sitting in a chair with his foot out. The toe of the statue was a much brighter colour than the rest of him. As they passed, a jogger ran the opposite way, and stopped to rub the man's toe before continuing.

"Who is he?" Harry asked.

"Potter, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street."

"Malfoy, Merlin's Beard. It was only funny the first time…"

Draco walked closer to read the plaque. "Sir Francis Sharp Powell Baronet," he said. "Born in Wigan 1897. M.P. for his native town 1857-9 and 1885-1910. Erected by public subscription 1910." He examined the man's foot, which was almost golden. "Why does everyone rub his toe?"

"Good luck, I suppose," Hermione shrugged. They all exchanged a look, and then Draco leaned up to rub the man's shoed and shined toe. Harry and Hermione followed his lead.

The park was gorgeous and definitely worth the visit. Harry and Hermione walked beside each other, chatting about the weather and the scenery and everything. Draco trailed along behind them, enjoying the moment. And when Harry and Hermione paused to catch a breather on a bench, Draco kept wandering ahead. Kinda odd to be on his own for a moment in the Muggle World.

They caught up to him after not long and the three of them returned to town. They passed the Market and the Chinese place that had been exactly as the Galloways girl had described. "Are we getting pies again?' Draco said, who did not particularly mind the idea since the pies were so good anyways.

"There's actually a Mexican place over here," Hermione said. "La Sentidos Loca. Let's try it."

It was a sit down restaurant. They got a booth in a corner and were handed menus. A few options had chili peppers beside them and a warning about heat. Draco's eyes landed on something that had three chili pepper warnings. "What are ghost peppers?" he asked.

"Pepper imps but you feel it for days afterward," Hermione said. "I wouldn't."

So naturally, Draco had to. Though he ordered a salad beside it, just in case.

They had scarcely ordered when Harry glanced to the door with a little frown. "Huh. It's that Galloways girl."

Hermione was sitting beside Harry. She leaned into him to see. Draco turned around.

There she was. Her hair was almost pink with the light behind her head. She was wearing yellow today. A yellow shirt and blue jeans and her blue coat on top of everything. Her hair was down – Draco hadn't realized how long it was. It reached down her whole back. She was fixing an umbrella beside her hand when she saw them and began to approach.

"She coming over- oh yeah, she's definitely-" he heard from the other side of the table.

"Excuse me," she said, stopping before them. "Can I join you?"

Draco looked at Harry and Hermione. "We… don't know you," he said.

"Right, well…" she sat down beside him and Draco was forced to move or become her chair. "That's about to change. My name is Rosalie."

"Rosalie?" Draco repeated. The name fit her. "You work at Galloways."

"Yes," she said. "And I know you're from the magical world."

Time froze for a moment. Hermione looked ready for a fight. Harry just looked shocked.

Rosalie smiled. "I know because I am too," she said. From her sleeve, she withdrew a wand. It was lovely. A dusty coloured kind of wood. Sturdy around the circumference, and a handle with a groove in it. She prodded the napkins on the table and they burst into flame. Harry, Hermione, and Draco all panicked. "No, the trace! We're underage!" Hermione hissed. But the flames were gone as quickly as they came.

Rosalie chuckled. "I have more napkins," she said, and pulled some out of her pocket before stowing her wand. "Anyway! Harry Potter," she gestured to Harry. "Hermione Granger." A brief nod. "And I'm not sure what your name is…" she trailed off, looking to Draco, who sulked a little.

"I'm Draco," he said.

"Got a last name with that, Draco?"

"Got a last name for Rosalie?"

"Spinks."

"Malfoy."

Hermione shook her head. "How did you know who we were?" she asked.

"The Daily Prophet," Rosalie replied. "Though I didn't recognise you until yesterday, to be honest."

"How old are you?" Harry asked. "You must be over seventeen if you can do magic without the Ministry getting mad."

Rosalie's smile faltered for half a second. "Actually, I'm sixteen, but I'm an American Student. I've been here with family for a month and I'm hoping to get switched from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts officially soon."

"A sixth year," Hermione said. She was looking at Rosalie with a puzzled expression. "And how can you do magic?"

"Legal request to do magic early."

"So, I guess you're Muggle-born?" Draco said. Despite how well he'd gotten to know Hermione, his skin was crawling a little bit.

"No," Rosalie said. "I'm a pureblood witch. Just an American one."

"You sound English," Harry said.

"I can do different accents," Rosalie said in a flat, American tone. Draco's mouth fell open. "I picked up the English accent when I was small and visiting here. Since I moved, I've just taken it up permanently."

"What's a pureblood witch doing out in the muggle world?" Draco asked. There was an undertone of disgust, which he couldn't seem to shake.

Rosalie met his eyes with her very, very blue ones. "Admiring all they've got, obviously. Plus, my phone works better here." Her English accent was back in place and the American one felt like a dream. From her pocket, she withdrew one of the cell phones he'd seen everywhere these last three days. Now that one was so close, Draco couldn't resist the temptation. He touched the surface and it lit under his touch.

"May I…" He trailed off.

"Sure. Just let me… it's Face ID locked." Rosalie held up the device and Draco watched a face icon appear, and then the phone display changed. "There you are. You probably haven't ever had a phone before, right? Here are the games. Leave it on the table where I can see it."

Draco clicked and explored while Hermione continued to talk to Rosalie. "What did you say your name was?"

"Rosalie Spinks."

"Your name tag at Galloways said something different, didn't it?"

"I've been filling in for a friend there. Her name is Amelia."

"Amelia?"

"Yes?"

"I feel as if I've seen you before."

"Oh, it's me!" Draco said. He waved a hand over the phone and saw his hand wave back.

Rosalie smiled and picked up the phone. She angled it so it was her and him together in the screen and said, "Smile!" Against his better judgement, Draco did. The screen froze, and then Rosalie showed him a photograph of the two of them. "See? It's a camera."

"Does it need film?"

"Nope. It just takes the photo." Rosalie looked back at Hermione. "I don't think we've met before."

Hermione shook her head. A server placed down food in front of her and Harry. He asked Rosalie what she wanted and she said, "Just a Coca-Cola, please."

"A Coca-Cola?" Draco asked.

"A drink," Rosalie said. "They're really good. I'm not sure there's a good wizarding world equivalent." The server put down a sizzling, popping plate of ghost pepper poppers. Rosalie stared. "Have you got a death wish?" she asked.

"If you could," Harry leaned forward, "Please film this trainwreck."

"Gladly," Rosalie said. She took her phone back from Draco and leaned away, holding it up to her face. Draco couldn't deny that he felt nervous now. The server set down a complimentary glass of milk, and then left. Draco picked up one of the pepper poppers, blew on it, and then brought it to his mouth.

It was a lot worse than pepper imps. His eyes watered and his nose crinkled up from the fumes. He managed to put it in his mouth and swallow, but then his lips and tongue felt puffy. His temperature began to rise. Harry, Hermione, and Rosalie began to laugh.

He made it through three and thought he might pass away, so he guzzled the milk instead and turned to the salad. Rosalie finally put her phone away. "How long will you be staying?" she asked Harry and Hermione. Her hand snuck behind Draco's arm and began rubbing teeny-tiny circles beside his elbow.

"A few weeks," Harry said cautiously.

Rosalie nodded and hesitated. "It'd be… nice to get to know some Hogwarts students before I start," she said. "May we hang out before you leave?"

"We're going to Manchester for the Christmas Markets in a few days," Harry said. "You could come with, if you wanted."

"Alright," Rosalie said. "You should visit the Trafford Centre while you're here. They've got a massive Waterstones there – tons and tons of books."

Draco could sense Hermione's eyes glazing over in joy. Then, Rosalie turned to him. "Have you ever gone to see a Muggle movie?"

"I, uh, we watched Sherlock last night?"

"Ah. Well, you just performed a brilliant impression of an idiot."

Malfoy's face split into a smile. His excitement knew no bounds. "I'm not a psychopath; I'm a high functioning sociopath – do your research."

"Turn the other way – you're putting me off!" She waved her hand, feigning snobbishness.

"Don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street."

Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses. "I swear, Malfoy. I regret showing you that show."

"You remind me of someone in a movie," Hermione said suddenly, looking at Rosalie. "Was it… D-Dawson?"

Rosalie laughed. "I think you may be confusing me for Rose Dawson, from the American Titanic movie."

Hermione frowned. "No… well, maybe?"

"My hair's not so red," Rosalie said. "But, I think they usually have that movie on reruns down at the theatre." She looked at Draco. "Would you like to go see it with me?"

"What's it about?" Draco asked, unaware that Harry and Hermione were staring at him in obvious alarm.

"A couple on a sinking ship," Rosalie said. "It's one of the greatest movies ever created. Not favouritism – just a fact."

Draco looked at Harry and Hermione, finally. "Are we doing anything?" he asked.

Harry was thinking very hard, looking between Draco and Rosalie. Hermione seemed very nervous. "I'm not sure-"

"I think it's fine," Harry said suddenly. "Go have fun." He leaned back in his chair and made eye contact with every person.

"Great," Rosalie said. "Of course, the theatre will probably have other movies they do reruns for. Top Gun still gets played here and there – do you like flying?"

Draco's interest was piqued. "Hell yeah," he said.

"Maybe we could watch that instead. Or anything else."

Draco thought about it. "Can we do both?" he asked.

Harry pulled Draco aside at the house. "Listen up," he whispered. "While you're away with Rosalie on your date at the movies, I'm planning on setting something up here for Hermione and I."

"Oh, good," Draco replied. An interesting development, for sure, but about time.

"So don't come back until eleven, got it?"

"Got it." Easy.

Rosalie drove to Draco's. Hermione frowned when she saw the car in front of the house. "Is that her?" Outside, Rosalie got out of the car. "She shouldn't be driving," Hermione said. "She's not old enough yet."

"Americans can drive younger," Harry said.

"But she's not in America!"

Draco stepped out and met her on the steps. She was, without a doubt, the prettiest date he'd ever had. And tonight she was wearing a red sweater and white trousers. "Hello," he said.

"Hiya," Rosalie replied. "Come on, let's get going."

The car she drove was the nicest Draco had ever seen - out of all the ones lined on the streets. The console was all a surface – a screen, he corrected himself. And music was playing, unlike any he'd heard before. "You don't know any Muggle music, right?" Rosalie asked.

"No," Draco said. "But it sounds interesting."

"Welcome to the twenty-first century, Draco. The greatest artist on the planet right now is Maisie Peters," Rosalie said. "Or Taylor Swift. She counts too. Ed Sheeran and Maisie Peters are really just… bringing home the gold for England, lately!"

"I don't know any of them," Draco replied.

A glint appeared in Rosalie's eye. "Oh, you will," she replied.

And indeed, by the time they'd made it to the theatre, Draco had heard one of each and quite liked them.

Draco bought popcorn and drinks and together they found themselves in front of a giant screen for Top Gun: Maverick. Rosalie continued chatting about music. "I'm just so nervous for Hogwarts because I really don't know if I can do without my playlist for that long."

"I don't blame you," Draco admitted. "If I had music like yours, I wouldn't want to leave it behind either."

"Just wait til you hear the music in this movie," Rosalie said. "I love cinema. It's such an art."

Draco was still very fascinated by the giant screen – the biggest he'd seen so far, actually. But he was more fascinated by the beautiful person at his side. And when Rosalie took his forearm five minutes into the movie, he put his hand on top of hers to hold her fingers instead.

The next chapter will be called the Fourth Person. I will post it early if I get five reviews.