Hiraeth // draco malfoy

EIGHTEEN

all these fucking wizards

The air held an eery thickness as Dru sat alone in Draco's empty apartment. She recalled her day at work today, and heard Bianca's voice in the back of her head, screaming at her in front of several people, including Calista. Calista had no recollection of what she and Ziggy had witnessed a few nights prior, and as much as Dru wished she remembered, she was also thankful. She didn't need her friends involved in something that was way over all their heads. But Bianca, was more than cruel, and Dru wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to even return to work after all this. She was humiliated. As Calista had said, she shouldn't take shit from someone who doesn't pay her enough. It was true, but she had to make a living somehow.

Setting her glass of whiskey on the coffee table, she leaned back on the sofa cushion, with a sigh. She wished she could have been there for Draco in his time of need, but she understood the risks that would come along with that. There were very bad people in this world. Worse than she could have ever imagined and he had to ensure her safety by staying here. He didn't feel entirely comfortable with the idea of her roaming the streets of New York where she'd be unsafe, and preferred her to stay in his place. He wasn't sure what Rodolphus could know, or if Rodolphus had been keeping an eye on him with spies. He wouldn't be surprised. So, to feel confident with being away, he enchanted his flat to not allow anyone with wrongful intentions to enter. Meaning only friends could visit. That was reassuring to all of them. Dru didn't fully comprehend the severity of it all, but she would soon.

Deciding to not just sit around lazily, she walked to Draco's record player, sorting through Draco's limited selection of vinyls. All consisting of classical. Mozart, Bach, Debussy, all the main ones. "What is he, 80?" Dru muttered to herself, pulling out a single song record of Clair De Lune. "This will have to suffice, I guess." She popped the record on, and listened for the music to begin. Her eyes closed briefly, before walking to the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of tea. She noticed that the record had scratched briefly, and her head popped around the small dividing wall between the kitchen and living room to make sure it was okay.

The music began again, but she didn't feel entirely alone. Something in her body was urging her to pick up the knife from the kitchen rack, and investigate. She didn't want to take any chances being unarmed if an intruder had somehow made their way in. But how could that be? Draco assured her no one would be permitted to enter unless they had well intentions. So maybe she could put the knife down. No, she thought to herself. It's never wrong to take precautions. Gripping the knife tighter, she stepped from the kitchen area and toward the living room. She didn't notice the girl near the fire place at first, but once she did, the first thing she spotted was the long, pale blonde hair. Almost the same as Draco's. Could this be a relative? She wondered.

"Hello?" She spoke up, trying her hardest to sound more intimidating than she actually was. The unfamiliar person quickly whipped around, facing her, with a pleasant and inviting smile.

"Ophelia!" The stranger gasped, heading toward her quickly. Dru held the knife up clearer in view. The girl backed down. "Are you alright?"

"Who are you?" Dru questioned, even more confused. This was the second time she was called a name that was not hers, and she couldn't understand it, but that wasn't the important factor right now.

"Oh, dear. Right." The girl bowed her head slightly. "You don't know." She muttered, foolishly.

"I'll ask again, who are you?" Dru spoke up, somehow finally finding not only her courage, but her voice.

"I'm sorry, I just, can't believe it's you. I can't believe we've actually found you, Ophelia!" She exclaimed.

"Stop— stop calling me that." Dru shook her head. "Now answer me, before I, uh, call the police." She lied. She would never call the police. And this peculiar girl knew that.