Former Animosity

26. Mall

We walked to the living room. And there she is, writing letters. Looking rather... busy. There's papers scattered everywhere.

"Mother."

She looks up from her work, and her eyes laid onto his and mine.

"Draco. Sit down here."

She gestures to the vacant seats next to her. We proceed to follow her instructions. She continues writing for a few seconds. We wait for her. I can tell Malfoy was awkward next to me. She puts down her quil and slid the papers aside.

"What is it you wish to tell me?"

She focuses on us now.

"...We're leaving tonight."

His mother looks disappointed but she tries to shrug it off.

"So soon? You've only been here yesterday."

"Yes. I'm sorry. We're sorry. But we plan on  going to his home. We have necessities to buy on the way."

She nods slowly.

"It's alright then. Well, what are you doing for today meanwhile?"

She sighs. Malfoy looks at me.

"I was planning on asking Potter if he could teach me how to drive."

She quirked her eyebrow for a split second and looked at both me and him.

"Were you?"

She asked quietly. He nods.

"You better get going then."

She ushers us away with swift movements of her hand. I let Draco lead the way, wherever he was going. There was silence between us, and I wasn't going to be the one who breaks it. I'd expected him to go outside, for that driving lesson. But we went straight to his room.

He begins unbuttoning his blouse. My head was starting to be in the gutter and looked at him confused.

"As much as I'm enjoying the view, I have to ask. Why are you taking your clothes off?"

I say sarcastically. He looks at me as if he just noticed my presence and walked to the bathroom while still trying to unbutton his blouse. I followed him, of course. But as I entered the bathroom, he was already in the shower. I waited.

He comes out with a jeans and such. It was surprising. Very surprising.

"Whoa, hold on."

I say immediately. I take a look, taking in on what I'm seeing. I say again.

"I'm not sure I'm sober. Is this really you?"

Malfoy rolls his eye.

"You are so dramatic. It's me in muggle pants. How is that so mind-boggling?"

He says while walking past. I follow him, grabbing by his shirt lightly with my two fingers. He keeps walking to his cupboard, seemingly used to my behaviour.

"Of course it's shocking! I've never, ever seen you in jeans."

I say, letting his shirt go. He turns to me.

"These are called jeans?"

He say with a face. I look at him, rasing my eyebrows.

"Yes?"

"Can't muggles come up with anything worse?"

He says while tying his regular shoes. I wouldn't expect him to wear muggle shoes. But with him wearing jeans, it might as well be possible.