Draco Malfoy ~ New Life

Chapter One

*Lina's POV*

I hurriedly ran down the stairs of my horrid school. Finally, last day of this school year. I sighed almost silently and walked a couple blocks to my home. My parents both were at work, therefore I was home alone, not at all surprising. I unlocked the door, leisurely strolling inside, lazily picking up the mail on the floor in front of the door. I tossed through the mail, searching for anything that could be mine, to no avail, there was nothing. I tossed my parents' mail onto the kitchen counter where'd they easily find it. I jogged up the small flight of stairs to the hallway leading to my bedroom. I threw my self on the bed and passed out, knowing this summer was bound to be a long one.

When I finally awoke from the longest nap I've ever taken in my life, it was nearly 1 in the morning. My parents came home during the time I was asleep, probably too tired from work to even say hello. Not that I minded to be honest, they worked a lot and they deserve all the rest they can get. I put my collar bone length hair up into a bun, and attempted to quietly walk down the stairs, trying not to wake any one. Luckily, I've made it to the lounge without waking anyone. I fell back into the couch in relief. I am so bored. It's one in the morning, I've got nothing to do, and surely all of my friends are asleep. Although I'm sure my outfit was absolutely pitiful, being a t-shirt, and ripped jeans, I decided to go on a walk. I threw on the first coat I saw, and slipped on a pair of shoes. I grabbed my house keys off the side table, and walked outside. I sighed while taking in the cold air. Although summer was coming, it was quite chilly.

Taking my long walk soon became even more boring, causing me to wander around parts of town I'd truly never gotten around to going. I soon found myself in downtown London, which from walking distance was about an hour and half from my house. I strolled down the streets, it was quiet and the cold was beginning to catch up with me. Though almost all stores were closed, I kept my eyes peeled for somewhere to get warm and take a break from walking. I took my hair down from its most pathetic bun in hopes to warm my face. It did not work at all. Finally, after a good 10 minutes of walking down the road of never-ending-down-town-London, I found a pub, the Leakey Cauldron. Despite its name, I was in no position to be picky. I was freezing, and it was the only place open I'd seen since I'd been out on this adventurous walk.

I slowly and somewhat nervously open the door, it creaking quietly. The pub was not extremely full, however, I figured it would be completely empty. No one seemed to notice my entrance, which I was very thankful for. I strolled to an empty table near the left side of the pub. There's only about 7 or 8 people in here, not including myself. After sitting there for 2 minutes, carefully watching everyone in here, I began digging in my pockets for any change. I was able to find enough for a tea, which I was extremely grateful for. I walked up and smiled warmly to the bartender.

"Hi, um, could I just get tea please?" I said shyly.

"You've got it." He said, smiling warmly at me.

I patiently waited for him to come back with the tea and I nervously tapped on the table/bar in front of me. He didn't take incredibly long, considering he probably was already brewing tea. I thanked him politely and walked back over to the table I was sitting at. Though, someone had taken it. I looked the extremely pale, bright blonde boy up and down.

"Hi. Excuse me, I was sitting there." I said as politely as possible. The boy slowly looked up at me, looking me up and down. He then turned around as if he didn't know I was speaking directly to him. He scoffed slightly.

"Not anymore," He said cooly and looked back down at this cup. I tilted my head and parted my lips in disbelief. I scoffed.

"And you are?" I said coldly. He looked up at me again, this time in annoyance.

"Not your concern." He said, obviously stating he was done with this conversation.

I exhaled and bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything else to him. I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly as I walked to a table that was only a few feet from his. I ignored him as I sipped my tea, not planning on staying too much longer. A man, looking to be in his 30's or 40's, soon came to the boys table. I safely assumed it was his father considering his hair and eyes were identical to the boys. The man sat by him and they began talking quietly. Although it sounded more like a bicker than a talk. I decided I should probably start going back home. I anticipated getting up, not wanting to disturb the calm environment. I slowly stood up, and heard one last thing before I walked out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Enough, Draco." The man said. I slightly turned my head back to look at them and saw that the boy, apparently Draco, was already looking up for me. I quickly turned back around, pursing my lips slightly into a thin line. After I walked out, I finally released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I then walked home, and couldn't stop thinking about the ridiculous name "Draco."