Malfoy's Mudblood | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 8

The two made their way out the door of Jenavieve's apartment and walked down the sidewalk heading for the local small coffee shop that happened to be nearby.

"Have you been here?" Jenavieve questioned Draco, hoping to find some recommendations on drinks.

"I haven't," Draco shortly stated back. He didn't seem to be in the mood of conversing which Jenavieve found quite irritating as he was the one to mention the coffee shop once again. The two walked in silence as they approached the dainty shop. Stepping inside, a small bell rang, signaling a new customer had entered the store. Jenavieve looked up at the scenery before her, small bookshelves lined the walls filled with books. Jenavieve's heart fluttered as she took in the wondrous sight, eyes widening in excitement. She strode towards the shelves, examining and admiring all the books, looking for new novels that she would be interested in. Draco admired her patiently. Noticing her quick strides with those legs. Draco felt himself slightly become uncomfortable. Draco walked confidently towards her and approached himself immediately behind her. As Draco's chest pressed against Jenavieve's upper back, she flinched a little at the sudden feeling of the man towering over. She turned around and looked up innocently, gazing into Draco's eyes, holding a novel open like a curious child. Draco gazed down at her eyes, his icy grey eyes grew slightly darker, as mature thoughts fluttered through his mind. He smirked slyly and walked towards the counter to give his order to the barista. Jenavieve stood for a second still trying to process everything then followed him like a small child and ordered a warm cappuccino for herself. Draco offered to cover her. Swiftly giving the barista the proper amount of muggle money which he had to teach the currency to himself, Jenavieve stood there helpless, tattling otherwise of the offer. Receiving the change the barista returned, Draco stalked off towards one of the seating arrangements of the cafe. Jenavieve only barely had time to hesitantly whisper thanks before slightly skipping to keep up the pace of Draco's agile walk. The two attempted to make conversation while waiting for their coffees but failed miserably. They decided it was better to sit in silence, avoiding eye contact.

The barista arrived at Jenavieve and Draco's seats and gave them their drinks. Jenavieve blew on her drink slightly before raising the cup with two hands and tilting it slightly to take a sip of the deliciously warm drink. Draco elegantly drank his milk tea latte from his cup without flinching nearly the slightest by the temperature of the drink. The two set their cups down simultaneously.

"Are you sure you are a muggle?" Draco questioned her suspiciously, narrowing his eyes as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, head held in his hands. Jenavieve, expressing an agitated remark, merely laughed slightly, saying, "of course I am! What kind of question is that. I'd happily show you my inabilities with your wand." She continued to giggle at the odd question and sipped her drink once more. Draco leaned back into his chair, slightly dumbfounded. Anger flashed through his eyes briefly, unexpecting the remark she retorted back, giggling at his genuine question. In a huff, he considered leaving and stalking out alone, he decided to stay, as the gentlemen he is. He was not about to ruin his one chance at a true companionship. Jenavieve noticed his posture and remarked, "oh, Draco! Don't be upset, I'm not very knowledgeable on this topic, remember?" She reassured him. At the comment, Draco agreed and the two of them finished their drinks in silence. Draco finished his drink long before Jenavieve and waited patiently to finish hers. As she does, Draco picks up his now empty drink and offers to take Jenavieve's. She hands it to him and lightly thanks him.

As the two walked out of the cafe, a gust of wind blew by, causing Jenavieve to shiver as her legs were exposed to the cold wind. She briskly walks, trying to keep up with Draco. The sun became unseeable as dark clouds began to loom over. It was about to rain once again. Once they approached Jenavieve's apartment, now light raindrops falling from the clouded sky, she offered Draco to stay while the loud weather surged on. Draco graciously agreed to the gesture and the two headed up the small porch stairs into her apartment studio. Draco sat on her couch and pulled out his phone from his coat pocket, admiring the small device, noticing all its small gestures and features. Jenavieve hung both his and her coat on the coat hanger by the front door, entering the kitchen to begin making a small snack for the two of them as the clock struck noon. After a while, Draco began to smell some food so he headed towards the kitchen to find Jenavieve cooking herself a meal. Draco only admired her as her hair hung loose in her bun, strands of her long dark hair tucked back behind her ear. She glanced up at Draco, feeling his gaze on her. She slightly smiled and continued back to cutting the scallions into small bits. After admiring her for a few more minutes, Draco spoke up.

"What are you making anyway?" Draco asked, curiously peering at her skilled practice of using the knife.

"Oh, I'm making some Vietnamese fried rice for us! You're not allergic to shrimp are you?" she replied back eagerly, putting the sauce in the large fry pan along with the rice. Draco shook his head as the delicious scent fulfilled his nose. Continuing to admire her he questioned her hesitantly, "Do you think you can teach me how to cook?"

"Oh, you don't know how to cook? What are you surviving off of?" she questioned lightly, a smile pulled her lips.

"Cold pizza," Draco stated, slightly ashamed. It's a muggle, what would I care about her opinion. He retorted to himself in his head, although, slightly piercing his reputation that he held high. Jenavieve chuckled slightly as she glanced up at his gaze, still staring down at her focus. She quickly became enchanted by his gaze and became distracted. While cutting the onions, she cuts her finger slightly and yelps out in pain as the blood oozes out of the tip of her pointer finger. Draco strides toward her and takes her injured hand into both of his. He lets go and walks over to his coat hanging by the door and grabs his wand. He strides back elegantly towards Jenavieve as she sucks on her finger, trying to rid the blood from continuing oozing out. Taking her hand inside one of his once again, Draco points his wand at her finger and mutters a healing spell under his breath. An odd sensation took over her hand starting from the finger moving upwards to her arm. In merely seconds the wound was completely healed. Jenavieve, eyes wide, glanced up at the light against the wall, holding her hand towards it in an attempt to observe the wound more precisely. There was nothing left other than a small linear scar on her pointer finger. She put her hand down and glanced up at Draco, eyes wide still, blinking repeatedly in shock. Draco merely smiled genuinely as he walked back to the coat hanger and placed his wand back in his coat pocket. When he returned, Jenavieve had placed all the ingredients of the fried rice into the pan and began stirring them together. She finished cooking quickly, placing all the ingredients back where they belonged and setting the food on the plates. The two ate at the dining table silently, Jenavieve still in shock of the occurrence of the event that happened right before. Visually seeing the spell that Draco had set on her intrigued her immensely, feeling a strange warm attachment to the magic and the wand itself. She felt slightly compelled by the event. Draco ate the delicious food, craving such a delicious meal for literal months. After the two finished their delicious meals, Jenavieve took the plates and placed them in the sink, meaning to wash them later. Just then, her phone began to ring and she walked back over to the living room and picked it up, it had been from the London Hospital. Draco admired her as she casually spoke into the phone as if it were an everyday occurrence, though, Draco still found it odd to become accustomed to speaking to a mere muggle device. When she placed the phone back onto the coffee table, ending the call, she revealed to Draco merrily that the hospital didn't need her to come in today and advised her to stay at home instead. Draco gave a small smile showing no teeth.

"Draco, I have to show you something, follow me!" Jenavieve directed Draco as he sat up, curious to what the muggle had to show Draco so urgently, and followed her into her bedroom.