I hate my job. Draco Lucius Malfoy wasn't meant to be stuck in an office answering calls from people who needed help with their lives. Being a psychologist's receptionist was not fun. You would think as a trainee therapist, Dr. Cantwell would tell me step by step what to do to help people, but instead, he tells me to answer calls and buy him lunch. The patients weren't nice either. They thought I was a pesky kid who got in the way of everything. This job is all my dad's fault. I wanted to be a lawyer but my dad wanted me to be a psychologist because he wanted me to pass down the psychologist job. The worst part is that I can't even quit! My dad will kill me if I do and I'm NOT joking.
"Alright kid, get out of here. Thanks for doing no work at all, you lazy, good-for-nothing slacker." Dr. Cantwell sneers.
I trudge to the parking lot, unlock my car and get in. It's a 1-hour drive to my apartment from here, so I usually pick up dinner on the way home. Today, I'm feeling like having some hm.... hamburgers. I head to Burger King since that's the fastest way in London to get hamburgers. BEEP! BEEP! I hear the familiar sound that comes from my phone which signals I received a text.
roomie: im havin a prty 2nite at r place so if yuo wana ocme ya kno whrer its gona b
I roll my eyes as I read Vincent's text. He's already drunk and the party hasn't even started yet. Vincent shares the apartment with me and he has parties there a lot, so I'm used to it now. I change my phone so it would vibrate if I get any more texts or calls. All I want to do is devour 5 burgers and gulp down a chocolate shake. I walk inside and stand in line. The line's pretty short today, so that's a relief. After I ordered, I sat down at a random, empty seat. I felt a vibration in my pocket so I took my phone out.
Unknown Number: Hey. I know we haven't talked in a while, but if I remember correctly, you live in London? Well, I'm in town and thought we should meet up! Let me know :D
My eyes look up to the sender's name. Unknown? Probably a wrong number.
"Number 7!" I hear my order number and get my food.
As I walked back to my seat I felt another vibration. 'Wow. I must be popular today!' I think to myself. Usually, I get 1 text a day. I pull out my phone after I get to my table and see:
Unknown Number: Hey again. This may sound weird, but I also brought you a gift.
Unknown Number: I don't even know why lol but I saw it in the shop and it reminded me of you.
Probably the same person as last time. I decided to text back to let this mystery person know that they got the wrong number.
Me: Hi. I'm not sure I know you. You probably got the wrong number?
A few minutes later I got a text:
Unknown Number: No.. I'm pretty sure this is the right number? This is Draco Malfoy, right?" Woah. How did they know my name? This is getting weird.
Me: Um yeah? Who are you?
Unknown Number: I'm Potter. Harry Potter.
Me: Potter? It's been ages!
Me: and I'm guessing you're still oddly obsessed with James Bond?Quickly, I add Harry's number into my contacts.
Potter: Haha yeah
Me: Well, I'm at Burger King on Tottingham at the minute. We could meet here if you'd like?
Harry: Okay cool. How about in 5 minutes?
Me: Sounds great!
I sat on my chair eating my delicious burger. Anxiously, I bounced my leg and waited for my childhood friend to arrive. I heard the door open and looked back. I saw an ebony-haired boy walk into the restaurant. I looked at him and saw the same sparkling green eyes that mesmerized me when we were younger. We made eye contact and his pink lips grew into a smile. He walked toward the direction of my table and sat down at the seat in front of me. "Draco Malfoy!" He grins.