Run Away, Far Away (A Dramione Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6: The Dinner Party

Author's Note: Sorry for not updating last Friday. I binge-watched the first season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and I forgot about my responsibilities. Haha. Anyway, here's the sixth chapter. I hope you enjoy. (I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING RELATED TO IT)

Run Away, Far Away

Chapter Six: The Dinner Party

For most of my life, the knowledge of Muggles being the inferior race to wizards was drilled on every nook of my brain. I was taught that these non-magic folk were uncivilized, weak, and not worthy of my respect. Of course, being lectured about something of the sort during my early days led me to believe that I am, my kind, have the privilege to look down and make fun of the subordinates.

That is until I finally indulged in their culture.

Magic can do mostly anything and wizards and witches have the ability to make the impossible possible. We have candies that are shaped like a frog enchanted to move just like the amphibian. The pictures on the newspapers move. Even the portraits of the deceased capture their mortal behaviors. And since almost every problem, physical or abstract, is solved by a flick of a wand, we don't put much effort into relieving our labors.

The Muggles, however, have to compensate for their lack of magical abilities. Thus, inventing contraptions and fascinating gizmo is on demand. And to be honest, I truly respect their creativity. Now I know how that old Weasley feels, though, I will never admit that to anyone personally. My ancestors are having a heart attack in the afterlife right now.

And, yes, transitioning from an easier and more luxurious lifestyle to that of a very dull new one was hard. It still is. My first few days in Edmond was nothing but hard and tiring work. It took me a week to work out how a washing machine works, for the love of Merlin! And another week to figure out how to change the television's channels. That is why I am so grateful when I met Aira.

Besides selling me a proper house, Aira Colorado became a personal friend. I found out that she is a witch in one of our meetings regarding the place that I had my eyes on. We held our meeting that day in her own house, the one she shared with her fiancé. In one of her folders was a badge that says "Ilvermorny". It has a resemblance to that of Hogwarts and the name sounded familiar. She ignored my question about the badge and told me that it was nothing important. When she went off to the kitchen to bring some more tea, one of her picture frames caught my eye. In the unmoving picture, there was a group of people, five men and three women in which she is one of. Her fiancé was beside her and behind them was a familiar face. It was Viktor Krum. I'm guessing both of them are Quidditch fans as well.

From that day on, she kept my secret and I kept hers. Outside of our houses, we were normal people: Muggles in my vocabulary, No-Maj for hers. But because her fiancé, Austin, is also a half-blood, both our families knew that we would get along.

"Do you like the Chardonnay, Draco?" Esther, Aira's mother, asked. She is a short woman in her early sixties with short brown hair and a rather plump frame who has an exceptional taste for alcohol. We always meet during the Christmas holidays and my daughter is fond of her because according to Larissa, she smells like bubbly soap and grapes.

"Very much, ma'am," I answered while raising my glass to her with a smile. She emitted a childish giggle that Larissa would very much love to hear. Unfortunately, my daughter isn't present tonight. This is the adults' dinner party, I told her, and she had to stay with my mother for the rest of the weekend. I'm certain Mother loves her company.