– Draco's POV –
It was a chilly evening in Diagon Alley. The streets and shops were filled with laughter and excitement as students, like me, were getting ready for the new school year.
"You should have brought your house elf along with you," I spoke to Blaise who was struggling to fit all his new supplies into his bag.
"Lucky you, your house elf actually works for you... Wait– oh, Merlin." Blaise stopped walking and rummaged through his bag. "I forgot my wand at Ollivanders."
"How stupid do you have to be to forget your wand?" I stopped as well, annoyed by his carelessness.
"No, I mean I forgot to get it fixed." Blaise spoke, pulling out his wand case. "Draco, you broke it."
"Oh.... Right, sorry," then I remembered what happened and I chuckled awkwardly.
"You can leave first." Blaise strenuously closed his bag and patted my shoulder. "I'll see you on the first day."
"Alright, take care." I nodded to him and walked towards the end of the street where my carriage was. I was tired after hours of roaming around the busy Alley and I wanted to go back home already. But there were way too many people, and I couldn't walk fast.
"Watch out!" Then I heard a lady shouting from in front, and soon after, a little girl bumped into me.
"Hey!" I shouted, looking down at the melting ice cream on my wool trousers. "Watch where you're going!" I growled at the little girl who was on the verge of tears, looking at her empty ice cream cone.
"I am so sorry!" the little girl's mother apologised and rebuked her. "Honey, apologise to him." Then the girl began crying, which is one of the things that I hate.
I sighed and pulled out a handkerchief, as well as a sickle. I needed to put an end to that bloody noise. "Go buy yourself a new one."
"Oh, no! you really don't have to," the mum insisted, but I ignored her and put the sickle in the little girl's hand.
"Just," I breathed out deeply to sound calm, "don't cry. My head's ringing," but yes– my frustration could not be concealed. I just walked past them and went into one of the secluded passageways. I leaned against the wall and began cleaning my trousers, but the white imprint could not be completely removed with a dry handkerchief.
Shit. I threw the handkerchief on the ground.
But just as I was about to head back out to the main street, I heard loud stomping noises from behind. Then suddenly, someone grabbed my arm and turned me around, forcing me to push that someone against the wall.
It was a girl in a hood. "Help me," she was panting a little and her eyes were busy scanning the path she came from.
"What–" but before I could say anything, the girl put both of my hands on the wall around her head and pulled the collar of my shirt towards her. Our faces were now only inches away.
The girl tilted her head and leaned towards my neck. What is she...? Shortly after, the sound of mad stomping became clearer, and a group of hooded men entered the passageway. "Where is the girl?" Their wild whispering echoed, and in the meantime, the girl's breath brushed my neck softly. I gulped, trying to stay still.
Soon the footsteps faded, and the girl pulled away, her y/e/c eyes meeting mine. "Thank you," she spoke in a contained tone. I was still very shocked by the unexpected event, so I remained still, frozen. "You can put your arms down now," the girl chuckled, "ice cream boy."
"Ice cream– Oh." I realised what she was talking about, and I swiftly distanced myself away from the girl. "Trust me, it wasn't mine."
"I don't trust strangers," the girl smirked. "But since you just saved my life, I guess you're fine."
"You kind of forced me to," my lips curled into a smirk as well, "and I can hand you over to those men anytime."
The girl chuckled and stared into my eyes. I don't want to admit it, but they were... truly exotic. "Well..." She then kissed my cheek lightly. "Next time, try it again." The girl smirked and walked away. I furrowed my brow, but I could feel my face heat up a bit.
"Oh and," the girl turned around and waved at me, and I saw something glittering by the sunlight in her hand, "thanks for the ice cream... Draco Malfoy."
"How...? Wait–" I squinted my eyes to see what it was and hurriedly searched my pockets. It didn't take long to figure out that what she was holding was my stolen sickle. "You, thief!" I yelled as the girl disappeared through the crowd in the main street.
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The girl chuckled and stared into my eyes. "Well..." She then kissed my cheek lightly. "Next time, try it again."
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"Oh and," the girl turned around and waved at me, and I saw something glittering by the sunlight in her hand, "thanks for the ice cream... Draco Malfoy."
The thought of what happened earlier made me laugh softly.
"What is it, sir?" asked the house elf who was sitting across me on the carriage.
"Nothing," looking out the window, I continued revisiting the Alley in my head.
"Draco Malfoy."
The girl knew me. How does she... I thought to myself, and my face soon clouded with queries.
"Are you alright, sir?" asked the house elf again and I nodded my head slowly.
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