Draco's muggle

"Ouch" I yelped as I went plummeting down on the cold wet street of London, landing on my hands and knees.
The tall figure above me grunted from the impact before picking up his own things and getting up.
"Watch where you're going next time, filthy muggle." The hoarse voice muttered, whispering the last part, but i still heard it.
I quickly pulled myself together and abruptly stood up, furious at the audacity of the rude stranger.
"Excuse you asshole, that was your fault! And what the hell is a muggle?" I demanded as I faced him, however, my tough facade slowly dissipated as I took in his harsh features.
His hair was bright platinum blonde, gently laying across one of his eyes, but not enough as to completely cover the stunning silvery blue colour of his eyes. His cheekbones were high and his lips plump, a vision to look at. He was beautiful, yet I was most shocked by the deep anger and dullness that his eyes showed.

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Layla, an ordinary girl from country side England, has finally landed herself her dream job in London. She expected a party, happy lifestyle after moving to London and finding a nice, fun guy to settle down with. What she didn't expect was to run into, literally, the rude, scary Draco Malloy of the Wizarding World. Nor did she expect to be dragged into a whole new world full of wizards, evil sorcerers, dragons, elves, wands and all else she could only ever imagined existed in her dreams.