Collision Course

Chapter Three

I scoffed inside my head. A wizard?! Yeah right. Try telling me your a purple flying people eater. I'll believe you better. No, just kidding. But at least I'll know if your a liar or not. Sure I didn't believe that I was a wizard, but with the array of magic like things Draco just showed me, he was either a wizard, or a very advanced graphic effect specialist.

But.. was it that far fetched?

"Really?" I asked.

He looked at me surprised. When does he keep turning away? He keeps turning to look back at me! Oh right- he keeps on pacing this gigantic room.

"You excepted that so easily?"

I sighed. "Why not? Your little displayed did nothing less than prove it to me."

He nodded. "Good then."

Timidly, I started asked him a question. "Can- Can I..."

He seemed to notice my change in demeanor again, and bent down. "Can you what?"

"Can I see your wand?"

With a semi smile, he handed it over to me. "We need to get you your own." he said gently.

"What? Am I now a person not an it? Can I actually own something?" I said with a laugh.

"Not many people like me." He said. "I thought you'd join the club."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Why don't they like you? Your pretty nice."

"You think so?"

"Duh. Your nicer than anyone to me- other than the Cole boy I've talked about."

He smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah. Cole is actually nice."

He smirked. "Thanks."

"I was teasing you, you know."

"Okay, sure."

"I was serious."

"Sure you were."

*****

Draco showed my a few more tricks, and taught me a few more pronunciations, before he declared it was time for food.

"We practiced through dinner, and now it is time for breakfast." He told me. "And since we aren't even in America anymore, it's more like brunch time."

"We aren't in America?" I asked incredulously.

"Nope. Your in London."

"Oh." I said slowly. "Can we go sight seeing?"

He turned to me (this time he was walking in front, not pacing) "Sight seeing?"

'Duh. I'm a London fan girl. Possibly a 1D fan too."

"Seriously? I hate 1D. They're so annoying."

"Good. I don't like them too."

"I thought you said-"

"I said possibly, not that I am."

"Okay then."

"So what's breakfast?"

"Ask anyone. Now that Dobby's gone, we have to make it by hand. So... burnt toast okay for you?"

I scoffed out loud this time. "News flash- Tira can bake."

"Who's Tira?" he asked.

"You don't know?"

"Uh, should I?" he asked.