L O Y A L; [d.m.]

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A/N: I don't own this picture or any of the others but idk whose this is but it was perfect for this chapter so credit to all the Draco Malfoy silhouette challenges because I'm jealous lmao

Anyways....

~Kat Turnwell~

Draco hated the muggle book shop. The scowl on his face proved it. He hated that I landed in an alley, just around the corner from the store. It had stray cats, garbage, and there was one small rat. He hated that I took forever finding the book that I wanted. But after scanning the romance section three different times, I finally found it.

He turned his nose up at the muggle coffee that I ordered. He only ordered hot tea that came in a paper cup, which in of itself, made him even more moody.

He was, however, amazed at the plastic card that housed my muggle money. "You mean to tell me...that all of your muggle money is on that card?" His confused face looked over my debit card as he turned it around in his fingers. "Weird. How do you know how much you have left?" He hands the card back to me. "Muggles are weird," I hear him mutter under his breath.

"I can go to the bank, ATM, and all that. But I usually keep track of it in my head," I tap my temple before grabbing Draco's hand as we walked out onto the busy sidewalk.

"Sorry, I just-" I say, my breathing rapid. "I hate big crowds."

"'S alright," he whispers as his grasp on my hand tightens. "Anywhere else you want to go?"

"No, unless you're hungry. I know a good little-"

"If it's muggle, no. I'm done with this filthy place," Draco sneers, turning his nose up at the congested intersection. "I'd rather go to The Three Broomsticks than eat here."

We apparated to The Three Broomsticks and sat at a booth in the corner. After Draco ordered for the both of us, he stared at his hands that took up room on the table.

"Dray," I say, smiling. "I think I'll call you Dray."

"No. Just no," Draco turned his nose up at my nick name for him.

"C'mon! It's cute and I'll be the only one calling you that," I clap my hands playfully.

"No," he says sternly.

"Fine, whatever," I fake pout before pulling out my muggle book.

Silence.

"What's that book about anyways?" Draco asks, his eyes brimming over the cover page.

"Romance," I say as I lay the book down. "Two people falling in love with complications along the way."

"Sounds boring," he scoffs. "And like real life. Thought people read to get away from reality."

"It's not a reality for me," I say, feeling slightly embarrassed. I look at my hands that were folded in my lap. "I don't exactly have people knocking down my door."

I thought I heard Draco mumble under his breath. I could have sworn he said, "They must not be looking hard enough."

"So since we're supposed to be friends now," Draco said in between bites of food. "What's your favorite color? Yellow?" He half smiled at his stereotypical assumption.

"Dark green. Like the forest," I smile as I sip my pumpkin juice. The taste lingers in my mouth and I have a hard time not showing my dislike for the drink. "Red. Black. And then yellow." Draco's eyes never left mine as I continued to eat. "Yours?"

"Don't have one," he said quickly.

"Mm," I don't believe him for a moment. I watched Draco as he avoided eye contact with me.