Draco Malfoy had had enough of the stress in the Wizarding World, so one night, he travels to Los Angeles, California to escape everything happening in the Wizarding World. He enrolls in the classic Muggle life, gets an Xbox, goes to high school, me...
I hold Hazelnut close to my chest, Draco snuggled up next to me. Finally, I was back in his dorm, in his arms, where I belong.
"Draco," I whisper.
"Hm?" He asks, snuggling me closer.
"I love you," I smile as Draco kisses the back of my neck.
"I love you more," He replies before pulling me out of bed.
"Let's do something fun," Draco says, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Elaborate," I reply, remembering when we crashed Hakeema's party. Draco spins me.
"I want to dance, and I know of a dance club a little ways away from here," Draco smirks and I nod, excited.
"Give me ten minutes," I run to my room and eagerly grab my outfit.
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^The outfit(but with more comfortable shoes)
Draco stares at me, his mouth open so far it could have hit the floor. He was in his all-black suit again, but hey, stick to the stuff you know looks good in.
"Your style and beauty never cease to amaze me," Draco whispers before taking my hand as we apparate to a club. The lights were blinding and bright. The music was loud and inviting. Draco takes my hand as we move onto the dance floor to dance.
"Where is this place?" I yell above the music.
"I think in the center of London. Blaise comes here a lot," Draco yells back as he spins me. I smile, letting the music take me away. Draco snakes his arms around my waist and we sway side to side, singing along to the songs we know. Draco dances, and although we aren't amazing dancers, it's never mattered. We dance for fun. Someone takes my hand and I'm about to call for Draco when I realize who it is.
"Hey, stranger!" I hug Blaise.
"She's already on her feet! I swear you amaze me every day," Blaise complements me.
"You're sweet. Come, let's take a seat. My feet hurt," I beckon Draco to come with us and I see how tense he is. I grip his hand and we sit with Blaise.
"Who are you here with?" Draco asks, a slight edge in his voice. Blaise nods to Kylie and I smile.
"That's adorable! Are you a thing?" I ask hopefully.
"You could say that," Kylie says, sliding in next to Blaise. Blaise's cheeks turn pink and we egg Kylie on.
"Sasha, we should dance together!" Kylie takes my hand and we dance to a song before each of our boyfriends come and dance with us. Draco spins me to a whole other part of the dance floor.
"Be nice," I tell him as the song changes.
"I am being nice," Draco argues. I look at him and he laughs.
"Okay okay, I will be nice," He kisses my cheek before we go back to dancing. Suddenly, the room felt hotter and stuffier.
"I'm going to get some air for a minute," I tell Draco.
"Are you alright? Should I come with you?" He asks. I nod and we walk outside, the brisk London air hitting my cheeks. I spot someone familiar in an alleyway.
"I'll be right back," I walk into the alley.
"Was that you in there?" I ask my dad.
"Apologies, I had to figure out some way to get you out of there," Dad replies before putting his hand on my forehead.
"Close your eyes, and lock away everything. And by everything, I mean everything that would be useful to DeathEaters," Dad tells me and I close my eyes, shutting away every memory of Harry, Draco, my family, my past whereabouts, and my powers. Dad taps me, indicating that I could open my eyes.
"Much better. Keep going, and find codes to unlock your memories again, alright? See you in a few days," And he disappears. I find Draco again, deciding that drawing the number 32 on my wrist would unlock his memories.
"Are you alright?" Draco asks, staring at the tip of his wand.
"Just fine. Come on, you promised dancing, and I want to keep dancing," I take his hand as we walk back into the club, dancing until my feet feel like jello and Draco has to carry me home.
"Thank you. That was a lot of fun, except now my feet hurt and I can't stand," I laugh and before I know it, I'm back cuddling with Draco, except now he figured out how to get a TV in his dorm.
"I thought Muggle technology doesn't work here," I say, looking at Draco.
"Just try it," He hands me the remote and I turn on the TV. It actually works.
"Well, now that we're here," I quickly head over to Netflix to start another TV show.
"C'mere," Draco pulls me closer and plays with my hair as we watch. I turned on an anime show and Draco gets up, taking two quills and pretending to use them as nunchucks. I take as many pictures as my Polaroid would take, crying from laughing too hard.
"I...can't...breathe," I hold my stomach, catching my breath as much as I could. Draco slides in next to me and looks at my pictures.
"I look like a fool," He says.
"That's the best part, it's hilarious! I'm giving one to Blaise and one to Theo and one to Diara and Cameron and the rest for me," I joke.
"Nope," Draco plucks the photos from my hands and places them on the bedside table next to him.
"Hey," I pout before Draco kisses me.
"No need to pout, love. I'll give them back," Draco promises before wrapping me in his warm and loving arms.
"I love you. I always will, no matter what happens," Draco whispers before falling asleep.
What's going to happen? Is Draco's task going to be more demanding? I sit up, my mind spinning. Press the off button I think. That's what Dad taught me. I mentally turn off my thoughts and try to fall asleep.
