Malfoy's Mudblood | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 4

The night came and passed by. As usual, Draco had trouble sleeping. However, not for the same reasons. He had something to look forward to. In the morning, Draco practiced his magic with his wand. Although he no longer was a part of the Wizarding World, he still desired to practice some of his magic to maintain them. He began slightly missing the Wizarding World. Freely being able to practice magic, having the house-elves serve for their masters. It was all easy work that could have been done by others. Muggles have it so hard, what a shame, he thought to himself. By the time noon came around, Draco grabbed the cold pizza in the refrigerator, deciding to take a slice. He looked in the fridge and halted, possibly he could try cooking again, or else better, he rather stick to the cold pizza. It wasn't half bad anyway, although Gordon Ramsay, the famous muggle chef he had seen on the muggle television would be greatly disappointed.

    For the rest of the afternoon, Draco waited for Jenavieve to arrive. He was becoming quite excited as he had something to look forward to, in this case, observing the intriguing-ness of muggles. Are they really different, or are they like us without magic? Draco thought to himself. Throughout the afternoon, Draco watched the muggle television show, with Gordon Ramsay, inspired to learn cooking for himself as Ramsay made cooking appear to be an art form rather than a chore. When the clock struck three in the afternoon, Draco had decided to start getting ready. This change in lifestyle after moping around for the last half of last year had made Draco excited, and very antisocial for him.

    He grabbed a dark green towel, reminding him of his Slytherin days back at Hogwarts, and walked into the sleek, black bathroom, lit by the natural light entering through the small clerestory window above the shower. Stripping himself of his clothing, he turned the knob of the shower handle to quite a steamy hot temperature and waited for the water to adjust. He stepped inside and stood leanly underneath the smooth water mopping his hair and streaking down his slick, fair body. Enjoying the warmth that the shower released, the time quickly passed after he applied shampoo to his hair, and the water quickly turned cold. In annoyance, Draco shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing his towel and quickly drying his body and hair. Sliding on some sleek dark slacks, and cuffing his dress shirt, he looked at the time only to realize he had been in the shower for the past forty minutes. However, under Draco's high class and prestige, Draco felt no need to rush, and would only acquire Jenavieve to continue waiting for him.

    As Draco applied his Dior Sauvage cologne around his neck and wrists the doorbell rang. Draco approached the door and opened it swiftly.

"Hey, Draco!" Jenavieve exclaimed enthusiastically. Her kindhearted soul was almost overwhelming for Draco's liking as he isolated himself in his apartment for the past few months.

"Hello, Jenavieve," Draco stated with his velvet voice. Jenavieve glanced at Draco's long posture up and down. Peculiarly he was wearing a suit, how odd, she thought to herself.

"Um, Draco, can I ask why you are wearing a suit?" She questioned, intrigued by his outfit as she stepped inside Draco's apartment.

"What do you mean? Am I not allowed to wear a suit? It's what I would like to wear, is that bad?" Draco answered back with a question, closing the door.

"No, it's just, now I feel underdressed. I didn't expect you would be wearing a suit. It's not like we are going to an office!" Jenavieve giggled as Draco turned and stepped inside his bathroom, looking for his gold watch when he took it off to shower. Although he appeared to give little notice to her other than their conversation, Jenavieve noticed how his damp hair hangs over his forehead and eyes in a way where it looks like it's supposed to. She actually found him quite attractive. To say the least. She twiddled her thumbs in front of the bathroom waiting for Draco as he latches on his watch to his wrist and steps out, without a word.

"Are we ready to leave then?" She questions, tapping her hands on the side of her thighs, clearly a sign of her waiting patiently. It was then he glanced at her and made eye contact with Jenavieve. She admired his piercing grey eyes that seemingly saw right through her into her soul. She blinked suddenly, seemingly getting distracted by his enchanting eyes.

"Yeah, let's go." He states blandly. Without a word, the two of them head out to the living room and out the door, Draco remembering to bring the keys to his apartment.

    On the way to the telephone shop, Jenavieve endlessly remarked what phones are, their purpose, functionality, how they work, cellular data, as well as the extra costs. Intrigued by the idea, Draco paid attention, not flinching at the idea of spending more money on useless muggle devices. Everything about the muggles seemed to circle back to having money. With a retort, he embarked on the idea exclaiming, "why is everything about money to muggles anyway?" Jenavieve stopped in her tracks.

"A what?" She repeats after Draco, trying to hear the word the peculiar man spat out. Draco, completely forgetting he had been speaking to a muggle it happens so infrequently, quickly retorts and laughs at the comment.

"I said, why is everything about money to people anyway?"

The two continued walking side by side.

"No, you didn't say that! You said muggles. What are muggles?" Jenavieve laughed lightly at the silly word.

"Oh, you caught that? It's just a silly name that I call people." Draco answered quickly back, quickening up his pace.

"That's so fun! I'm going to call people muggles from now on!" Jenavieve exclaimed in excitement.

"I rather you not," Draco replied quickly and sternly while staring at her, looking downward as she was quite short compared to his height. He had become slightly irritated that he had let something slip like that, especially when she would remark on it. Ugh, this filthy muggle, sometimes I just- he immediately stopped his next thought processes as they were unethical.

    When the two reached the telephone store, they stepped inside and admired the muggle telephone devices.

"Woahhh, here's a new Nokia! You should get this one!" Jenavieve exclaimed in excitement. Draco simply glanced at the device peculiarly over his shoulder and continued walking around the display tables with all of their devices. One of the workers stopped to talk to them and explained all about their phone plans and the devices themselves. It took quite the while in the store before the two of them stepped out of the store, on their way to walk back home. The two walked back silently, clearly too tired to converse any further. It was quite dark in the evening when the two arrived at Draco's apartment. It began to rain and dark clouds loomed over the once bright moon. Jenavieve exchanged a worried look on her face.

"Um, Draco, is it alright if I stay at your place for the night? It's getting dark and I don't feel comfortable walking back to my apartment alone at this hour especially when it's raining." Jenavieve asked cautiously, making eye contact with the tall, lean man, she gazed into his deep grey eyes. By this, Draco was slightly taken aback, however, he agreed politely, making her sleep on the couch. The two entered his studio apartment and both hung their coats on the coathanger. As she got settled on the couch, Draco quickly cleared all his wizarding items away into his closet and grabbed an extra pillow and a thin blanket for the young woman waiting in the living room. As Draco walked elegantly back out into his living room, Jenavieve was quick to notice his tall stature and his gorgeous blonde hair that hung over his eyes. She admired from afar, quickly turning away when he noticed her staring, smirking slyly out of habit.

    Back at Hogwarts, Pansy Parkinson happened to have a sly thing for the handsome man. The two of them hit it back and forth with each other until the Battle of Hogwarts. He knew exactly what he did to Ms. Parkinson, and found it quite amusing that he was able to do the same for this mere muggle. Jenavieve quickly gathered herself. Her previous serious relationship had ended extremely poorly and pledged to herself that it would be for the better to avoid all intimate interaction with the species of men for a few months or more. It was for the best.

"I'll be in my room if you need anything, the bathroom is the first door down the hall on the right," Draco mumbled as he stalked clumsily down the hallway into his bedroom and shut the door loudly.