Draco's Disguise (Drarry)

Chapter 2: Disguise

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Draco had never felt so lost in his entire life. He doesn't know where to go, he doesn't even know where to start. He entered a whole new world to him, with very few knowledge regards about that place all by himself.

It was pouring hard that night. Draco was soaked and alone, he felt vulnerable and scared. He came to the realization that he didn't think things through, but he is here now isn't he? There's no turning back.

All he needs is a place to stay in until the rain stops. He just needs to get away from this storm, or else he might catch a cold. Looking not too far from the distance, Draco saw a dimly lit house. The gates were partly open, a perfect place for Draco to stay in for quite some time. He decided to run for it, finally a shelter that can shield him from all that rain.

His hair was an obvious mess, and his clothes were soaking wet too. Draco rubbed both of his arms to make himself warm. Looking upon his surroundings, it seems that he had entered a library of some sort, or maybe even a book shop. The place was cozy and has the home-vibes that bookworms love. There were shelves stacked up with different kind of books, and some other things that Draco couldn't quite identify. Perhaps it's some kind of writing tool made by muggles, he couldn't see a quill and some ink laying around somewhere after all.

Draco felt hesitant and alarmed as he was all by himself. He couldn't just let his guard down. He checked to see if someone or anyone's with him, but confirming that he is in fact alone, he decided to walk over the shelf, where the muggle writing tools were. The small thing really intrigued him, and he wanted to see how it works.

He took a small box. 'Crayons' was what it said on the cover. He curiously opened it, and inside were colorful sticks that Draco had never seen before. He was really amused, he admitted. He hadn't seen anything like this before, and the invention was quite brilliant. It makes coloring a tad easier. He took a small parchment and he found laying around somewhere, and began doodling snakes and the word 'Slytherin' and what not.

For a moment, Draco felt a small smile tugged on his lips. This feeling felt... nice. Here he was, alone, wet and scared, but free. Where no one knew who he was. Where he can draw stupid things on some paper he found. Where he has freedom. The invisible leash around his neck seems to finally break off.

"Are we lost, dear?"

Draco jumped at the sudden voice that had called him from behind. He was sure that he was alone a minute ago. Turns out someone was with him. He glanced back, looking for the voice who had called him, only to see a woman, who must be around her 60s smiling at him. She's short and wrinkly and her hair is tied up into a messy bun. She seems motherly-like, but Draco couldn't just let his guard down, so he aimed for his wand, making himself ready for future purposes.

The woman must have noticed Draco's tensed and alarmed posture. She tilted her head to the right, confused as to what might scare this little boy in front of her.

"My, don't be so frightened dear," she began, soothingly, "Here let me help you. You're soaking wet!"

The woman gently took hold of Draco's left arm, accidentally laying her hand on his dark mark, making Draco visibly flinch.

"Am I hurting you dear?" the woman asked, brows creased and lips frowning. She was obviously concerned. Concerned for someone who she just met.

There was a pause before Draco answered, eventually he just shook his head no. The woman sighed in relief, her frown immediately turning back into her warm smile. The old lady pulled Draco inside another room, located somewhere at the back of the shop. The place has a different feeling compared to the shop at the front, yet it has the same comfort and homey vibe.