Malfoy's Mudblood | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 7

Jenavieve explained she better be going after the nice cup of tea and thanked Draco for his hospitality. As she walked down the sidewalk towards her apartment, she couldn't help but ponder all about the wizarding world. How could they hold an entire world of magic right under our noses? She questioned herself, slight disbelief in the world itself. As much as she wanted to, she felt the need to refrain from telling others about this world. It only felt right, commenting on how they have been in hiding from the muggles for ages without suspecting a thing. The walk back to her apartment was peaceful. It was a quiet noon, the sun shining brightly, the calm after the storm as the earth appeared drenched in glossy water, the gracious atmosphere suggesting otherwise. Arriving at her apartment, she immediately began getting ready to go to work.

Draco picked up his and her cups of tea and put them in the sink to wash later. He stalked towards his bedroom, flopping down on top of the soft mattress, Draco stared forward at his white ceiling, lost in his own pondering of thoughts. Was I allowed to mention the wizarding world to a muggle? No. The Ministry of Magic would surely be after him. But he felt a small spark in his heart whenever he made direct eye contact with the swift girl. Nothing that he's ever felt before. It couldn't be that she was faking being a muggle, could it? A muggle wouldn't be able to make my gut go slightly sporadic in excitement whenever my face is mere inches away from hers, could one? The complexity of this new feeling made Draco's head hurt in frustration. He decided he would call her later in the evening with the number scribbled on a piece of parchment paper on the counter.

Jenavieve returned after a long day's work at the London hospital as an intern. She had to take care of an extremely rude old lady who happened to catch bronchitis. Winding down for a pleasant evening watching a 70s comedy, Jenavieve heard the phone ring as she threw on her robe in the bedroom.

"Oh, an unknown number?" She muttered to herself in ponder. She picked it up after the fourth ring, hesitating whether she should pick it up or not.

"Hello?" She questioned confidently.

"Hey, Jenavieve, it's Draco." Draco greeted with his raspy, velvety voice that flooded the room with warmth.
"Oh, hello Draco!" Jenavieve smiled warmly, happy to hear his voice, and held up her phone with her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen to brew a pot of tea.

"Why are you calling?" She asked, voice filled with curiosity and lack of patience.

"I was wondering when we should schedule our meetup for coffee" Draco chuckled slyly as he scoffed under his breath for becoming so soft. Ugh, he thought to himself.

"Oh! I'm free this Saturday in the morning, and then I have an evening shift." Jenavieve exclaimed back, excitement boiling in her stomach as she had something to look forward to. She started taking a liking to the Malfoy boy.

"What do you do?" Draco questioned, curiosity hitching in his throat to learn more about this muggle, desperate to find out if she's truly a muggle or not.

"I'm an intern nurse at the London Hospital." She stated boldly, proud of her profession.

"That's wonderful, alright, you wanna meet me at your apartment around 10 in the morning then?" Draco suggested, losing interest at the disappointment of cracking this unusual person.

"Oh, okay, um, sure," Jenavieve commented back. The two exchanged her address and ended the call after talking for a brief minute.

The days passed by quickly as the two looked forward to meeting on Saturday. Draco attempted to practice some cooking throughout the days, in an attempt to learn something both artistic and productive. Jenavieve spent her days working at the hospital. As a new intern in Europe, the hospital worked her hard. At night, Draco couldn't sleep once again and dwelled on the idea of how he was able to sleep so soundly when the muggle was with him. He decided not to link his sleep to the muggle, but rather the amount of warm tea he drank that night when it was so cold.

Saturday came around quickly and Draco summoned himself off his bed, unable to sleep throughout the night once again. Dark circles began to present themselves under his eyes. Stripping himself, Draco set the water temperature of the sleek shower and set his towel on the bathroom counter. Draco sauntered under the nice steamy water as it rushed like race cars down his lean back. His tall stature was barely a match to the showerhead. He halted the water source and stepped out, steam drifting out of the shower onto the bathroom floor as the mirrors fogged from the temperature difference. Draco dressed himself checking himself in the mirror of his bedroom as the bathroom was impossible to gaze into. Clipping on his watch, he admired his tall stature in his slacks and dress shirt. He knew he looked good. Tossing his hair to shake the water out, Draco put on his coat and began walking down the opposite direction of London Central, towards Jenavieve's apartment.

As he approached the address, he looked at the dainty small apartment studio that stood in front of him. He rang the doorbell and it chimed thrice before Jenavieve threw open the door. Smiling widely as she gazed out, her expression quickly turned numb as her lips slightly parted at the sight before her. Unable to stop herself, she gazed at Draco, looking up and down at the tall statue that stood in front of her, her eyes quickly turned dark in slight desire. Shaking herself out of the trance, she welcomed Draco in. Draco chucking slightly under his breath, couldn't hold back his seductive thoughts as he noticed her slightly too short classy skirt and dressy forest green blouse she decided to wear. Her hair taunted him as it swayed slightly back and forth as she walked away towards the kitchen, clearly going back to the task at hand before Draco had arrived. Draco made himself at home and relaxed against the couch as he admired her small studio. Very dainty and neat, there didn't appear to be an item misplaced anywhere. A muggle wouldn't be this clean, she had to have a wand to cast a charm. Muggles were not this clean, Draco thought to himself, sold on the idea that she was faking being a muggle. He further deepened his thoughts on the idea as she didn't appear completely taken aback when he told her about the wizarding world.

Pulling Draco out of his thoughts, Jenavieve asked him politely if she could play some music.

"Go ahead," Draco responded slyly, making it seem like he had complete dominance over her. Jenavieve threw Draco a dirty look and a small scoff as she was a stubborn little one as well, knowing her self worth and sticking to it. She rose her head high as she strode over to the record playing in the living room placed next to the television and played a record having albums of Mother Mother. Playing one of her favorite songs, Jenavieve skipped away back to the kitchen, bobbing her head side to side. Draco noted the sight before him and laughed quietly rolling his eyes. Oh, muggles. He thought to himself.