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C'est L'amour by annarae

Format: Novella
Chapters: 5
Word Count: 11,949
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Romance, Action/Adventure, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lucius, Narcissa, Goyle Jr., Draco, Ginny, Blaise (M), OC
Pairings: Draco/OC, Arthur/Molly, Bill/Fleur, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 06/29/2010
Last Chapter: 08/19/2011
Last Updated: 08/19/2011

Summary:
I didn’t know what to say. All I could do was stare at him and slowly sit down in the snow.

He sat down next to me. “Juliette. What you saw... That was...”

I turned to look him in the eye. “Magic. That was magic,” I whispered.

Draco’s head hung low. “Yes. Magic.”

Juliette and Draco. As different as a pair can be. Yet, somehow, they find themselves getting closer and closer as the fight between good and evil resumes.


Chapter 1: Brooke's Grocery
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The snow was twirling around in the cold December air like there was no tomorrow as I walked to my job at Brooke’s Grocery. Don’t laugh. I was short on money two months ago, and the antics that go on in that super store have grown on me. Like the giant pillow fort from last week and the line of dominoes that went around the whole store on my first day.

“Jules. What the hell are you doing walking in the snow?” Charlie, the store manager and secret mastermind of all of our employee schemes, said when I walked in. He had a rubber chicken and large roll of duck tape in his hand. God only knows what he’s planning to do next.

I shrugged and shook the snowflakes off and threw my sweatshirt behind my register. “I like walking?”

“Right. Well. We’re a bit empty again today. No one likes Brooke’s these days...” he said, with a genuinely upset look on his face.
   
“I wonder why...” I muttered, shaking out my deep red mane of curls. Thank God I didn’t inherit freckles with this hair.

He glared at me, squeezing the chicken. “Just for that, you get to help the skinny blond kid who’s lurking around the store. It’s like he’s never set foot in a human civilization before. He keeps walking up and down every aisle picking everything up and then setting it down like it’s poison.”

I followed his stare to a tall, extremely pale kid with bleach blond hair was stalking the refrigerated section nearest to the registers. He had a smug look on his face and was constantly looking over his shoulder.

What’s shoved up his ass?

“I hate you,” I mumbled to Charlie who was grinning with delight.

The boys eyes grew large and his mouth grew thin as I walked towards him slowly. It looked as if he didn’t want me coming near him.

“Hello, welcome to Brooke’s. Can I help you find anything?” I said with my fakest, cheeriest, sugar coated, standard greeting Charlie has us say.

Random ass pale creeper comes in and wastes my time.

He took in a deep breath before talking in a British accent. “I was wondering if you.. had a... Snugger? Or whatever the bloody hell that blanket thing is.” He looked like he was going to barf. Brit’s face was growing paler by the minute.

I almost snorted with laughter. “A Snuggie? Yeah... Follow me, please.”

He reluctantly started walking behind me a good ten paces behind me. Ass wipe? I think so.

“So what brings you to my neck of the woods?” I asked casually, trying to lighten the mood.

“Your what?” he hissed.

“America. Why are you in America?” I asked, dropping the happy voice.

He sighed. “Family.”

“Oh. Well. Have fun, I guess.”

No thanks from Blondie.

When we got to the Snuggie section, I pointed out his choices. “You could get the blue one, the pink one, there’s zebra print, and also cheetah.”

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “Does it honestly look like I care what print I have on this stupid blanket? Just give me one.”

I raised my eyebrows and tapped my foot.

“Did you not here what I just said, muggle?” he asked, with disgust in his voice. “I said give me one.” His eyes didn’t meet mine, but it looked as though they had gotten darker.

“Hey,” I shot. He looked down into my eyes with an eyebrow raised just like mine. “I did not wake up at 10 in the morning on a Saturday and walk here from my house in the snow just to come here and get bossed around by some creepy pale little shit who can’t stand being in this store, and probably this country. So I would strongly suggest you take that crap attitude of yours and shove it up your pale ass and keep it there until you leave this country and never ever see me again.”

He raised his other eyebrow as if he wanted to challenge me.

“You raise your eyebrows all you want, I don’t really care.”

He sneered at me and forcefully grabbed the closest snuggie, one with zebra print, and started walking to the registers.

After creepy pale kid bought his Snuggie, which by the way was one of the funniest things I’d ever seen because of his lack of American currency knowledge and odd hatred for me, he finally walked out the doors into the snowy wonderland.

“I think I deserve a pay raise for dealing with him,” I told Charlie, who was smirking from his place at Register 2.

He just laughed and shook his head, taking a drink from the giant red slushie he was holding.

“You’re so evil,” I cried.

“You’re such a newbie. Although I admit, he was one of the weirder ones, he wasn’t as bad as some of the people that walk through these glorious motion sensing doors,” he said with such pride. He offered me some slurpie.

I made a face, which he in turn gave me a look of depression. “Sorry. Slurpies ain’t my thing. And remember the time I had to deal with that awful family? The dad was gigantic, and so was his son, but the mom was mad skinny and pissed off looking. Her face was so... horse-like. They still haunt me. And they were from England, too! I’m so not a newbie.”

“Please. At least you didn’t have to deal with these guys in black robes with the hoods up. They all were really creepy. And... come to think of it... British...” he smiled.

“Damn Brits,” I muttered.

He laughed and finished the last of his nasty corn sugary red drink. I watched him as he threw it in to the garbage can and screamed with delight as he got it in.

“How did you become manager?” I asked him, watching him as he gazed longingly at the door. No one had entered all day except for the blonde freak.

“Hard work and dedication,” he sighed, balancing a pencil on his lip. “No one’s coming in.”

“I’ve noticed,” I mumbled. “Only someone stupid would want to go to Brooke’s on a day like this.”

“The customer is never stupid,” Charlie said, swiping the pencil off and glaring at me.

“You’re right. The manager is,” I laughed.

He rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. “You can leave now. I was thinking of closing up for the day. Or at least having newbie cashier Dan come and fill in. I’m not feeling up to being a mighty manager today.”

“Charlie, are you okay?” I asked him, with a smile forming on my lips.

Did I really just walk all the way here to be told to go home?

He laughed. “Am I ever okay?”

I laughed and thought better than to answer that truthfully.

“Tomorrow, though, you will be here on time, and you will stay until your shift is over. Then help clean up,” he grinned.

“You take your powers too far, sometimes.”

“Having power brings the worst out in every man,” he shrugged. “Now go. Your lack of ‘Brooke’s Pride’ is getting to me.”

I pretended to be crushed for the sake of seeing his ‘I-think-I’m-awesome-for-doing-that-but-really-I’ve-just-been-played-and-I’m-completely-oblivious-to-it’ look. “Wow, thanks Charlie for throwing me out on the curb.”

He smiled wide and waved cheerfully. “Love you!”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled, grabbing my sweatshirt and heading out.

Walking out into the cold was something I really did not want to do, especially because of my lack of proper cold weather gear. I was contemplating on calling my brother, who was home from college for Christmas break, and having me pick him up, but I shoved my phone back into my pocket when I saw creepy pale kid standing there in the snow, looking terribly confused.

Chapter 2: Draco Malfoy
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“Can I uh... help you?” I asked, trying not to smile at the awkward on his face. His deep, pale grey eyes were open wide, and a bit of sadness was inside. He looked completely vulnerable, and devilishly handsome standing there alone with the snow falling around him. His hands were in the pockets of his grey wool coat, and his dark green scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck. The colors made his white blond hair and pale face pop, which in turn were contrasted by his beautiful, sad eyes. When he saw me, they instantly got darker and his mouth became tightly shut.

“I don’t know where I live,” he mumbled after a while, obviously pissed he had to ask me for help.

It took all the power I had in me to not start laughing hysterically at the boy. It was just so... odd. After I shook the laughter out of me, I straightened up and walked a bit closer to him. “Do you know your address?”

He sighed. “Nope.”

Wow. Fail.

“Uh. I don’t know if I can help you, then,” I said, not looking at him.

“It’s near a big yellow building with a big black lot and weird metal things sticking up from the ground,” he said. “There’s an American flag on a pole in the front.”

“That would be Specter Elementary School,” I told him. “And the big black thing would be the parking lot. And the metal things coming from the ground would be the playground.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah,” he said, nodding his head.

Dumb ass.

“I live near there... I could walk with you and help you find your place, maybe,” I said after a while. I knew he would not like it, but if he wanted to get home, then he had to be with someone who could take him.

He nodded reluctantly. “Thank you...”

“No problem,” I nodded, awkwardly. “I’m Juliette Fortescue.”

“Draco Malfoy,” he said, giving me a nod.

Draco Malfoy. Draco fucking Malfoy. What the hell kind of name was that? I mean, of course he would have the Latin word for Dragon as his first name, and his last name would, of course, be “Bad Faith” in French. Of. Fucking. Course.

“Nice to meet you, Draco Malfoy,” I told him. He jerked his head as if he was saying ‘you too’. “Well, follow me, I guess.”

We started down the road silently, watching the snow fall around us. Draco hardly made a sound the first five minutes. Literally, if I hadn’t been looking to my right every 30 seconds to check that he was still there, I would have thought he had disappeared.

“So,” I started, determined to start a conversation. “What’s a muggle?”

I seemed to have surprised him, for he jerked his head to look at me with his eyes opened wide.

“What?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You called me a muggle, earlier. What is it?”

He was taken off guard by my question. “Uh. It’s... a term, used in Britain, for American’s. Slang, as you would say.”

“Really?” I asked, looking him in his eyes, which were not meeting mine. “I thought you called us Yankees.”

“Oh we do,” he smirked. “But we also call you Muggles.”

I nodded my head and let it fly. I had never in my life heard the term ‘muggle’.

“What’s England like?” I asked after a while. Awkward silences are not my thing.

He cleared his throat after a while. Apparently talking wasn’t his thing. “Boring and cold. Like America.”

“It can’t be that boring. I mean, there has to be something exciting,” I reasoned. “I heard something about a bridge randomly collapsing and killing a bunch of people. Not that that’s good... Also something about a flying car.”

Draco’s body stiffened when I said this. “People are mad. They make things like that up for attention. The bridge was faulty,” he added.

“But who would make up a flying car? It seems so odd. I mean, maybe a flying cat, but...” I said, more to myself.

He started laughing. “A flying cat?”

“Don’t laugh,” I said, trying not to smile.

Draco turned to look at me, and I was surprised when the corners of his lips turned upwards and his eyes grew lighter. “Muggles are so weird.”

His mysterious glare was overpowering, but I was not going to let him win. “I’d say you Limeys are right up there with us.”

He finally looked away, his small smile still on his face. “I remember this road. It’s near here, is it not?”

His question took me out of my trance, and I looked around to get my bearings. I had walked this route so many times, I sadly hardly even noticed things anymore. We were on Bayberry lane, and 3 blocks from Specter. “Yeah. We’re a couple minutes from the school.”

“Okay,” he said. “I think I’m beginning to understand my surroundings.”

A British hottie named Draco Malfoy would say that.

Chapter 3: the Salem Witch Trials
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For the next four days, Draco would come to Brooke’s and we would hang out in the candy section, stealing as much as we could without any employees noticing. I don’t know what caused him to be so...weird on the first day we met, but ever since he smiled about my flying cat comment, he’s opened up and acted so natural. I learned about his obsession with medieval writings, witch hunts, and the Arthurian Legend. He could recite every powerful family in Great Britain in the 1500’s, most of whom I’d never even heard of, he could talk on and on about a poem that Gaspara Stampa wrote on her deathbed, that I, incidentally, had never read. He talked about how his family is descended from an incredibly powerful British family, and how they’re all obsessed with legends as well. It was just shocking to listen to him talk about these things. He just knew so much I didn’t about Europe, which was making me quite uneasy, for I was planning on maybe majoring in some sort of European History. (It scared me into thinking that possibly, I wouldn’t get in to college because there were others like Draco out there. Incredibly smart, hansom, rich, British...) But besides the uneasiness, there was something about Draco that drew me in. Maybe it was his enticing grey eyes, or his classic style, or his interesting intellect, or even how he hardly ever touched me. Whatever it was, it kept me interested in what he had to say.

Honestly, it was really strange how well we were getting along. I even got him laughing over a Hannah Montana talking and singing doll.

“I still can’t believe you muggles have talking, singing, dancing, blond dolls,” he chuckled. He had also been calling me a muggle a lot, which gave me a small, odd feeling. I had looked up the term ‘Muggle’ on the internet when I got home the first day, and it popped up with ‘No Results Found for ‘Muggle’. Did you mean ‘Puggle’?’ Apparently a puggle was a cross between a Pug and a Beagle. Who knew?

“Well, America is an odd place,” I smiled, as we walked the same route back home again. I hadn’t seen Draco’s house, yet. He always said goodbye when we got to his street, which was incidentally a dead end. The woods at the end were thick and dark, and there was a small stone wall that had apparently been there since the 1500’s just chilling around the edges.

“Very odd indeed,” he grinned.

We were nearing the his street again, and an empty feeling haunted me. I didn’t want Draco to leave yet. For some reason, I felt like I could tell him anything. When I got home, I would have no one to talk to, considering my family’s always out and about. And don’t even get me started on my friend situation. I’d like to say we’re not on good terms at the moment.

“Well, we near my street once again, Miss Fortescue,” he said in a slightly saddened tone.

I nodded, and was about to say something, but was cut off by a large man with a black winter cloak and broad shoulders.

“Malfoy!” he sneered, glaring at him with dark eyes. Another damn Brit! Maybe they were family?

“Stoker,” Draco said calmly, not breaking the stare they were having.

The man, named Stoker, turned to look at me. “What the bloody hell are you doing with that muggle? That’s bad blood!”

Stoker spat in snow next to his feet.

Draco’s jaw clenched as if he understood what Stoker was saying, but didn’t want to hear it.

And what the hell did he mean about my blood being bad?

“Just drop it, Stoker,” Draco said quietly. “She was giving me directions. I can never remember what street we’re on.”

He was obviously lying. Draco Malfoy had proved over these past few days to be anything but dumb. A genius, is more like it.

“You could have easily apparated,” Stoker replied, his eyes narrowing to dark slits.

Excuse me, he could have what?

“In plain view of the muggles?” Draco asked, his eyebrows raising. “That wouldn’t be very smart.”

Is this some British thing?

“Draco-” I started, but when he quickly put his hand up and didn’t break Stoker’s glare, I knew I had to shut up.

“If your father knew about this-” Stoker said, shaking his head.

“If my father knew about this, I wouldn’t care,” Draco cut him off, his voice still calm. His eyes still hadn’t left Stoker’s, but they were beginning to darken like they did when he snapped at me about the Snuggies.

Stoker reached into his jacket and pulled out a stick, but Draco apparently was faster, for he had also taken a random stick out and was pointing it at Stoker’s head. “I will.” Draco told me quietly to move out of the way, and I silently obliged, not knowing what was about to happen.

I think someone should have taken a picture of my face and entered it in “The World’s Most Confused People” contest when I saw it. I honestly didn’t know what to do. Run? Scream? Call the police?

Keep watching?

Stoker had sent a flash of purple light out of his stick, or wand, while Draco’s shot a red light. Draco’s red light made Stoker’s wand fly out of his hand and into the snow 10 feet away. Damn.

Stoker looked at Draco, his eyes full of anger. He stomped off without looking at me again, and muttering foul words to himself.

I turned to look at Draco, who was staring at me with wide eyes and a frown. I must have been paler than him, because before I knew it, he had rushed over to me and kept me steady. “Juliette...”

I didn’t know what to say. All I could do was stare at him and slowly sit down in the snow.

He sat down next to me. “Juliette. What you saw... That was...”

I turned to look him in the eye. “Magic. That was magic,” I whispered.

Draco’s head hung low. “Yes. Magic.”

“Muggles aren’t Americans... They’re people without magic, aren’t they?” I asked him, my voice hoarse.

Honestly, I should have ran, but there was something about the situation that I knew I would never want to avoid.

Draco nodded, his eyes still not meeting mine.

“Draco... I...” I started, but couldn’t find the words to finish it.

“Don’t know what to say? Don’t know wether you should run or not?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Don’t run,” he whispered. “I’m sorry you found out like that.”

I stared at the white blanket of snow, and shivered. Draco quickly took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. It smelled nice. Like aftershave and mint.

“Juliette, I don’t know what to say. I understand it if you want to leave right now and never see me again, but what just happened... No one can know about this,” he said with pleading eyes.

It took me a while to say something, but when I did, it came out harshly. “Draco, he just tried to duel you! Because of me! Because I’m a muggle or whatever it’s called!”

He looked at the ground and swallowed.

“Why am I such a problem?” I whispered.

I tried not to keep the tears from coming, but this was all too much. I had no idea what was going on.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked. I wasn’t prepared for him to actually offer something like that.

But I pulled my courage and strength together, and nodded. Who knew what was going to happen? But I know for damn sure that I would regret it later on if I didn’t.

He stood up and offered a hand to pull me up, which I gladly accepted.

“Do you care if I use magic and take you somewhere?” he asked slowly, not looking at me.

“No. Go ahead,” I answered, almost sounding like I was asking a question.

He told me to hold on to him tightly, as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Keep you arms and legs together. This will feel a bit weird.”

I nodded, not caring what would happen. I just needed some answers.


A bit weird, as Draco put it, would be a major understatement. Whatever the hell just happened was one of the worst feelings I’ve ever had. It was like I was being sucked away somewhere, and my head was spinning around, detached from my neck. My insides had never been more upset, squirming around and tying in knots, and once we landed on solid ground, I fell down to my knees to keep from puking.

“Weird?!” I screeched from the ground after gaining my voice back. “You think that’s a bit weird?!”

He gave a small chuckle, and helped me up. “You get used to it, I suppose.”

I was still in shock from what had just happened. “I feel sick,” I mumbled. He put his arm around my waist again to steady me, and brought me to a chair at a table. Only then did I realize we had gone to a totally different place.

I looked around with my eyes opened wide. We were in a small cafe by the looks of it, with golden lighting and a warm feeling. There were ten tables in the place; everyone being empty except for ours.

I looked at Draco who gave a small, scared smile.

“Draco... Where are we?” I asked, looking out the windows. There was snow everywhere, and I could make out a dimly lit building across the street.

“London,” he mumbled while a bit of his hair fell over his eyes. “Bram’s Cafe.”

“London?!” I almost screeched again. “Why are we in London?!”

He looked away. “It was the first quiet, empty place I could think of.”

My leg started to shake, and I bit my bottom lip; both signs of me worrying. I looked around, and noticed a small man asleep at the counter where the register was. He was snoring lightly, which made me feel a bit better to know that he wouldn’t be listening.

“Don’t be scared. Nothing’s going to happen. I just... I just thought this would be a nice place to sit and talk...” he said nervously.

“I’m not scared,” I replied quickly, knocking over the napkin box. I quickly picked it up with slightly shaking hands. I still had Draco’s coat on, but I was unbelievably cold. And Draco noticed that.

He got up and told me to wait a moment. I tried to tell him not to leave me alone, but my voice had left again, leaving me to watch him as he walked to the counter. I then noticed he had taken his scarf off, and had a crisp white shirt on with black moderately tight trousers. Once again, he looked devilishly handsome.

He poked the small man at the counter, who woke up quickly with a jump. “Ah! Oh. Hello there, Mr. Malfoy. What can I get for you today?” he asked with a yawn.

“Hello, Mr. Goftens. Two Hot Chocolates, please,” he said, taking out weird looking coins. No wonder he had trouble with American currency. Look at the stuff the magical world uses!

Mr. Goftens waved his wand over two mugs, and they were instantly filled with hot, creamy brown liquid. Draco gave him the coins and walked back over to me.

“Here you are,” he smiled.

I mumbled a thanks and felt the warmth of the mug on my hands. “So you’re a legit wizard?”

Draco smiled and nodded. “You’ve been keeping up very well.”

“I don’t like to miss things,” I answered, still looking around the shop.

“So...” he said, setting down his mug.

“Why were you really in Salem?” I asked, blowing on the hot liquid to try and cool it down.

“I was honest about that one,” he said, doing the same thing. “I really am visiting family.”

“You have magical relatives in Salem?” I laughed. “What wizard or witch would want to come here?”

“My weird grandmother,” he smiled. “Do you honestly not get the whole Salem thing?”

I shook my head.

“Salem, Massachusetts was one of the first magical civilizations in the world,” he explained to me. “Did you ever learn about the witch trials?”

“The Salem Witch Trials? When they hung a bunch of women because they thought they were witches?” I asked. “Oh. Oh!”

He nodded, with the same small grin on his face. “There’s a whole magical town right here that’s protected against the muggle population. Salem is an extremely famous place.”

“So why didn’t the other witches get mad when some of them were killed?” I asked him, instantly interested in my town’s magical past. “Why didn’t they do anything?”

He laughed at what I had said for a couple minutes. “You don’t honestly believe that those muggles killed them, do you? No way.”

I turned my head, stating I didn’t understand.

“The Salem witches were notorious for pretending to be hung. They'd be 'left for dead', when really, they were all working together. They simply suffered minor bruising and soreness of the neck." He smiled a bit. "None were ever killed. They could get themselves down easily. And that they did."

"What about burning witches?" I almost demanded, as though I wanted to be assured that my ancestor's 'muggle ways' worked. (Though I really did not want people to die. I just needed some hope for my kind.

He smiled. "Yes. During the...as you call them... 'Witch Hunts', muggles tried to kill the accused witches by burning them. In the muggle's mind, they were indeed left to die, begging for their lives to be saved in a fire that would eventually kill them, while really, they charmed the fire to make it tickle them. It was quite a pleasurable experience, they thought, having a warm tickle, while they pretended to die,” he said. “A muggle who could kill a witch or wizard back then must have tried to kill someone very dumb.

“I guess now you guys stand a chance because of your nifty inventions of the gun, and other lethal weapons, or whatever they’re called, but we can still heal ourselves and others,” Draco said, taking a sip of his coco.

I was surprised how much he knew about the “muggle” history. “So, you have been staying in this secret town with your weird grandmother?”

He nodded.

“Why’d you go to Brooke’s?” I asked, not understanding the need for a Snuggie.

He shrugged. “Grandmother saw it on something called a televise or something. She wanted it. And what a Malfoy wants, a Malfoy gets,” he added with a smirk.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You call her Grandmother? How drab. And it’s called a television.”

“Very drab indeed,” he said. “What’s a television?”

I smiled and took a sip of my coco, which was really quite amazing. “I’ll show it to you later.”

“So you still want to talk to me even though I’m a wizard?” he asked, his eyes almost showing hope. That glimmer of hope vanished from his eyes when he realized I saw it.

I shrugged. “Why not?”

He smiled and looked out the window at the other building. There was an outline of a tall man and short woman going in, but Draco ignored it and turned back to me.

“Why did Stoker hate me so much?” I asked him. He sighed like he was hoping I wouldn’t ask him that.

He was silent for a while, but cleared his throat and began to talk slowly. “My family and the people we associate ourselves with have a reputation of hating muggleborns, muggles and half bloods. I’m a pureblood, just like everyone else in my family. Talking to you is like a king talking to the rival country’s peasant,” he explained, giving himself an odd look after his analogy. “Not that I think you’re a peasant!”

What an odd comparison. Scratch that. What an odd boy.

“What I’m trying to say, is that it’s kind of forbidden,” he said. “Honestly, if a year ago I heard I was going to be enjoying a conversation with a muggle from America, I would have laughed out loud and made sure that it never happened. Things have changed in the magical world, Juliette.”

It seemed like an iffy subject to press on, but I pushed my luck. “What kind of things?”

And boy, I should have waited to hear this.

Draco’s eyes filled with sorrow and despair as he thought of what words to use. “There was a war. A brutal war for power against good and dark magic.”

I swallowed hard and regretted ever bringing the subject up. You could tell from his face that this was extremely hard to talk about. “Draco... You don’t have to tell me.”

He nodded. “No. I want to explain things. It’s just hard to finally talk about it.”

I nodded and let him think for a while.

He finally sat up straight and cleared his throat. “About fifty years ago, a boy, named Tom Riddle, went to Hogwarts, one of the three top magic schools for witches and wizards. I’m redoing my last year there. Anyway, he went there and learned about his dark past and became interested in the dark arts. Very interested. I guess as time went by, he became, it’s safe to say, pure evil. Pretty soon, he would become the most feared person in the magical world, going by the name of Voldemort.

“Voldemort killed countless people in order to get power and a muggle, muggleborn and half-blood free world. He wanted only purebloods to walk the earth. Of course, families like mine thought he was a hero, and followed him religiously. His most faithful servants were called Death Eaters. Lots of my family have been Death Eaters. Juliette, I have been a Death Eater,” he said rather angrily, pushing up his sleeve to reveal a black, faded scar of a scull with a snake coming out of the mouth. I stared at it until my eyes started to water from not blinking.

Had he killed people for this guy?

“You see, he gave everyone this mark, the Dark Mark, when he thought you were loyal enough to serve him. Two years ago, I got marked,” he said. “But getting back to Voldemort. As I said before, he killed countless people, and tortured too many with the help of his Death Eaters.

“One day, he went to the house of Lily and James Potter, to kill them and their son, based on a prophecy that said that Potter, their dimwitted, annoying, pompous, stupid-” he snarled, but I cut him off.

“Draco!”

He grinned sheepishly. “We have issues. Issues like, we’ve hated each other since our first day at Hogwarts.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Men.”

He ignored my comment and kept talking. “Voldemort went to kill them all because he heard in a prophecy that Harry Potter, or Neville Longbottom, would destroy him.” He stared at his mug. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...."

Draco recited the prophecy perfectly, sending tingles down my spine.

“He went for Potter, though, I don’t know why, but I guess he did make the right choice. That Longbottom is one clumsy git,” he laughed.

I glared at him with an eyebrow up until he sent me an apologetic look and continued talking.

“When he went to kill Potter, after he had just killed his parents, he tried, but somehow, the curse backfired and it hit himself. Voldemort basically was living in a forest regaining his strength for years until Potter was old enough and tried to kill him a bunch of times. Voldemort had made a bunch of horcruxes, which is when you split your soul by killing and keep the pieces in objects, making it impossible for you to die unless they are all destroyed. Because he made these things, Potter and his two ridiculous friends had to go find them and destroy them because Snape killed Dumbledore, Hogwarts’ headmaster, and the only person Voldemort was afraid of, when I was supposed to, because he had given the task to me. Then all hell broke loose at Hogwarts.”

Uhhh.......... What the fuck?

“The Death Eaters were in hiding for a while, killing more people, and getting ready for battles. I swear to you, Juliette, that the things I had to do when I was with Voldemort were the most horrifying things I’ve ever experienced, and I never want to think about them again, but it haunts me at night,” he said, the tone of his voice sounding miserable.

I don’t know what came over me, but I reached over and took his hand. I squeezed it lightly and gave him a small smile.

He was silent for a while, but started up again where he left off with a shaky voice. “We went back to Hogwarts and had a final battle, in which I was running around, being saved, sadly by Potter, which means I owe him big time in the magical world, and then freaking Longbottom apparently destroyed the last horcrux and then Potter killed Voldemort. And that was the end of the war” His eyes filled with tears, and he quickly wiped them away, not wanting me to see him cry. “I had to torture so many people, Juliette...”

I squeezed his hand again, and he rested his head down on his arm, taking in the silence that filled the air.

“Draco... I’m... I-”

He shrugged. “It’s over. It’s all over now.”

He sat up straight, and I could tell that this conversation was over, so I switched topics.

“What’s Hogwarts, and who’s Snape and what’s wrong with Harry Potter?” I asked him.

“Hogwarts is where most of the wizards and witches go to school in Britain,” he said. “There are four houses: Slytherin, which is obviously the best, our rival, and Harry Potter’s house, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. I was in Slytherin, like everyone else in my family.”

“Are most purebloods?”

“Most rich and powerful purebloods,” he said with a smirk, obviously laughing at something in his head. “Voldemort was a Slytherin. So was Snape. Who was Potions Master at Hogwarts for years until my 6th year when he became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, which was his wildest dream. He was also head of Slytherin. And he tried to help me kill Dumbledore. He was killed by Voldemort. And don’t even get me started on that stupid, Scarfaced Potter.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Scarfaced?”

“Voldemort left him a scar in the shape of a stupid lightning bolt. Everyone makes such a big deal over it,” he mumbled. God, he must really hate the guy.

“Well. He seems...” I hesitated. Truthfully, Harry Potter’s probably not that bad. I mean, Draco was a Death Eater or whatever, and is probably over exaggerating. A lot.

Draco just raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Draco, why’d you become a Death Eater?” I asked him out of the blue. Although I got the sense that he hated talking about the war, it only seemed fair that he told me.

He shifted in his chair and didn’t meet my eyes. “I think you should get home now.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he shook his head.

“We’ve been out here for a while. Your parents will be wondering where you are,” he said, completely building a wall around himself again.

“Draco-”

“Juliette, it’s late,” he said, putting his scarf around his neck and getting up from his chair. He pushed it in and held his arm out so we could do that horrible transporting thing again.

I rolled my eyes, but got up and threw the napkin I had in my lap down on the table. True, it didn’t make much of the impact I was hoping for, but it seemed as though Draco got the message. “If you hold on and let me take you home, we’ll talk again sometime.”

I looked away and grabbed his arm tightly, while he wrapped his other arm around me. We were sent swishing in the air and I fell on the ground again once we had reached Salem.

Panting, I looked up at him. “How... how can you do that so many times?”

He smiled. “It takes time. Everything takes time.”

I got the hidden message and pulled myself up. “When can we talk again? I don’t have work tomorrow.”

“It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow,” Draco reminded me. “Aren’t you going to be with family?”

I shrugged and looked around. We were back on his street. “I guess.”

He rolled his eyes and gave a small laugh. “I’ll walk you home. I don’t want you to be walking around alone right now.”

“Why?” I asked, although I knew the answer. He didn’t want Stoker to come kill me or something.

“I have my reasons,” he said. He also knew that I knew. He was just being Draco Malfoy and not telling me the full truth.

We walked a couple more blocks until we reached my street. “Godric Court?” he asked, not believing if he was reading the street name correctly.

“Yeah. Why?” I asked. What’s wrong with Godric Court?

“How long has this street been here?” he asked with a small frown.

“Well, we’re in historical Salem, Mass, so... I’m guessing a while,” I said. Draco furrowed his eyebrows. “Why? Is it magic related?”

He looked at me and grinned. “You have no idea.”

I lead him to my house, which was an old white house from the 1700s with a large red barn. Draco gazed at it with amazement.

“You have no idea how much magic has been in this house,” he laughed. “It’s just so great.”

“How can you tell?” I asked him, wanting to see what he did.

“Just look at how it still stands. It is perfect,” he explained. “Also, the name plate on the side says Agrippa. They’re a wizarding family that goes back for centuries.”

Wow. Never knew my house was so bitchin.

“Well,” he started, obviously not knowing what he was going to say. “I- I guess... Thanks.”

“Thanks?” I asked. I had not seen that coming.

He stared at me with that same look of sadness he had when he spoke about the war. “I never talked about it before. It was nice to get out.”

I took his hand softly and squeezed it again. “You can always talk to me. Draco, no matter what crazy things go on, and believe me, today was a lot, you can still talk to me.”

He looked up and gave me a smile I had never seen before during the past four days. Usually his smiles showed humor and arrogance, but this one was different. It was almost as if it was gratitude. “Thank you, Juliette Fortescue,” he said sincerely. “Can we take a walk tomorrow morning?”

I smiled and nodded. “Sure.”

His smile of graciousness turned into that smirk again when he thought for a second. “Don’t be scared if I pop into your room a little early. It’s that one, is it not?”

He pointed up to the large window overlooking the stream running through the backyard. I nodded. “How could you tell?”

“The coat you wore yesterday is hanging right up there,” he said, pointing at the white wool coat that I had indeed worn yesterday. Damn him and his keen observations.

I made a face. “Whatever. Just not too early.”

His smirk grew into a grin. “Of course.”

God, what am I getting myself in to?

I smiled and walked away, still wearing Draco’s coat. God, I hope he wasn’t too cold walking home... But it just smelled so yummy.

A practically ran through my house, shouting that I was home, all the way to my bed, in which I threw myself on to. My head was clogged full of information that I could have probably gone a whole lifetime without knowing, yet I was still giddy with excitement. Magic! Who knew?

Draco’s face flashed in my mind, along with Stoker’s and Mr. Goftens’. They all were a part of this whole other world, right in front of our noses. We were just too stupid to realize that there was something else there. The flying car and the bridge all make sense now. Some lunatics must have been stupid enough to drive a car in the middle of London, while people like the Death Eaters probably destroyed the bridge.

No wonder why Draco wouldn’t even look at me the first day we met. He was so against muggles! God, I never thought I would call myself a muggle...

For the rest of the night, I tried to imagine what the magical world looked like, and what kind of people were there. I tried to imagine Draco’s family, and came up with uptight looking blonde hotties who wore really nice clothes. I also tried to imagine Harry Potter and Voldemort. For some reason, I imagined Voldemort being really pale and skinny with great abs, and Harry having brown hair, that ‘stupid scar’ as Draco says, and just a normal body. But who knew.

Slowly, I drifted to sleep, not knowing what to expect when Draco Malfoy would appear in my room tomorrow morning.


Chapter 4: Dreaming of You.
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“Come on, Juliette, try it. It wont hurt,” Draco said, grinning. His smile had been widened to the point where the ends of his grin reached his ears. His teeth were gleaming white and sharp. He was holding his wand, levitating my brother in the air.

Max was squirming and yelling with pain. His skin was stark white, and his eyes were shut tightly as he tried to endure the obvious agonizing pain Draco was inflicting on him.

“STOP IT!” I cried, tears streaming down my hot cheeks. “PUT HIM DOWN! PLEASE!”

Draco’s grin grew wider and he cackled with manic laughter. “But why would I do that?”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE HURTING HIM!” I screamed. “PLEASE STOP IT!”

I tried to run to my brother, but I was stuck in my spot. Something fell on my foot, and I screamed to see that it was my cousin, James. His eyes were open in shock, but he wasn’t breathing. I bent down to feel his neck for the pulse I knew in my heart was not there.

“Ah,” Draco smiled. His mouth was back to normal. “I see you found your cousin.” I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. “I didn’t want to do that to him, but he just wouldn’t stop trying to save the others.” He motioned to something behind me with his free hand as Max let out another wail of pain, and a plead to put him down.

I cringed at the sound of Max’s voice, but turned around anyway. I almost threw up at the sight. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep what had happened from happening.

There was a pile almost to the ceiling of the large dark room we were in. Bodies. They were all bodies. They were piled in such a fashion that it could have been right out of a book on the Holocaust.

With flooded eyes, I focused in on the faces, and let out a scream. The cold, lifeless faces of my family and friends and teachers and people I had met randomly were all staring back at me.

I turned back to Draco to try and attack him, but I couldn’t even speak from the shock of what I was to see next. My mother, my step father, my step brothers, my real father, and my best friends, Lily and Maya were all in the air, screaming and squirming with the same pain that Max was experiencing.

Underneath them stood tall, pale and beautiful wizards and witches, with dark eyes and demonic smiles, pointing their wands at them, and laughing at their pain.

I screamed and cried and pleaded, but all I could see was them becoming larger, and me becoming smaller and smaller.

“PLEASE!” I cried once more. “PLEASE, STOP HURTING THEM! JUST STOP IT! I’LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!”

The beautiful wizards and witches simply smiled at me and waved their free hands.

Draco laughed. “Nothing can be done now. They will soon all be like your cousin, and all of those muggles over there.”

“DON’T YOU DARE CALL THEM MUGGLES, YOU FILTHY BASTARD!” I screamed. I was shaking from head to toe, drenched from my own tears.

Draco smiled. “Now now, Juliette. Please don’t get testy with me. I may not be able to stop myself from doing something rash...”

“FUCK YOU! YOU’RE A HORRIBLE EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!” I was pointing my finger at him, wishing that some random burst of power could kill him right there.

His eyes darkened, and his smile vanished. He released Max, who fell on to the floor with a lifeless thump, and turned on me. “What did you say?”

“YOU’RE WORTHLESS! YOU’RE SCUM! FILTHY SCUM!”

He raised his wand and sneered, “You’ll pay, you-”



Crack! I shot up out of bed, my eyes opened wide, but I could hardly see anything. There were tears streaming endlessly down my face, and I couldn’t keep from shaking and letting out sobs.

Lumos,” I heard someone mutter, and a ball of warm light suddenly appeared. “Good morning-”

I let out a stifled scream when I saw him holding his glowing wand, and pulled the covers up over my nose. I scooted to the far corner of my bed, furthest from him.

“Juliette, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice full of concern. He moved towards me, but stopped when he realized I was moving away from him. “Whatever you dreamt... Whatever happened... I would never ever do something like that.”

“You killed my family!” I sobbed, trying to keep quiet.

He turned to the door and pointed his wand at it. “Muffliato.” He turned back to me. “I would never do that.”

“I don’t know that,” I choked. “You tortured people! You said so yourself!”

Disappointment and shame and even fear showed on his face. “I was forced.”

“You still did it!” I cried, recognizing that he wasn’t speaking softly anymore. Muffliato must be something to make us silent. I had taken the sheet down so it rested on my chin.

“I thought you understood!” he said in an exasperated voice. “I had no other choice. They would have killed me.”

“Then you should have died,” I said quietly. “That’s what I would have done. I’d rather die standing up for what was right than be a coward and hurt innocent people.” My voice was so full of venom. I didn’t know why this hadn’t hit me last might.
 


Chapter 5: Awkward Dragons
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Draco breathed in deeply. “Maybe this was a mistake.”
 
I raised my eyebrows. “What? Being my friend, being exposed for who you truly are in front of me, telling me about your dark past? You can’t be mad at me.”


His eyes were the same dark, angry gray they were the first day I met him. “You don’t understand.”
 

I scoffed. The sheet was now resting under my folded arms. “Apparently.”
 

His face went stone cold. “You couldn’t run from the Dark Lord. You couldn’t not join him. Once you’re down on his list, you’re on it forever. He never forgot you. He didn’t let you fight for what was right,” he lashed. “You think it was easy? You think I enjoyed torturing those people? I’ve seen and done things that you wouldn’t even imagine was possible. I’ve seen and done things so horrible, that you would break down and want to die yourself. You don’t know anything about what I went through.


“Get mad at me all you want, but realize that I didn’t chose this life. I didn’t chose to be a wizard. I didn’t chose to be born into my family. I didn’t chose to be set up with connections to the darkest wizard of all time from when I was first conceived. I was born the way I am, and I had no say in any of it.”
 

I was silently watching him try and calm himself.
 

“I had no say in anything I did my whole childhood. It was always, ‘Draco, you must do this’, or ‘Draco, you must learn that’, and ‘Draco, you must be friends with them’. Juliette, it’s like you think I wanted to do those things to those people. I know I’m not the most respected person, and that I have done wrong, but that hurts that you would think of me as a bad wizard, only doing things to harm people.” He stopped to breath. “I’m sorry if what you saw in your nightmare upset you. But understand that I am never doing anything like I did if I have the choice.”
 

..................

 

I was so...embarrassed. Thank God it was dark, because my cheeks were burning red. What was I thinking? Saying he had wanted to torture people. Can I ever stop myself from saying stupid things? That notorious “throat lump” grew faster than light as I lay there, wishing to take back that moment.
 

It was the most awkward silence I’ve ever had in my entire life. For minutes, and I’m not exaggerating, for minutes we were silent, him glaring at me, and me not daring to meet his eyes. I groaned into my pillow. 
 

“I’m sorry...” I mumbled, trying not to cry.
 

I heard him shuffling around the room until he found the light switch and flipped it on. While he was walking, I quickly wiped my damp eyes.
 

He nodded and sat down on the bed with his back against the wall. “Do you want to...talk about it?”
 

I couldn’t hold back a small grin. Asking someone if they wanted to talk about something was probably not near the top of his everyday things.
 

He, however, wasn’t amused. “I’m serious, Juliette. Because if you’re honestly and truly scared, I can wipe your memory, and never come back...”
 

“No!” I cried. I remembered my sleeping parents and clapped my hand over my mouth. “No. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to leave. Honestly, I don’t. And I am truly sorry. Really, I am. It’s just...you can’t expect me to be so cool with things like this so quickly...”
 

He nodded. “I didn’t expect you to. That wasn’t the way I wanted you to find out. I was actually surprised when you didn’t freak out and want to leave.”
 

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to,” I said, shrugging. “I’d be too interested.”
 

“And that happens to all of us,” he said, sending a miniscule smile my way. I took that as a relatively good omen.
 

“Hey. Were you planning on telling me?” I asked suddenly. It took him off guard.
 

“Uh... Eventually...” he mumbled. “I thought it was a bit too early... I mean, I didn’t even know if I’d see you again after the holiday.”
 

I grinned. “Now you have to.”
 

He grinned and shook his head. “I know...”
 

“I really am sorry, Draco,” I said again. “You’re right. I have no idea what it’s like to have to do those things...”
 

He shrugged. “It’s something that no one should ever go through. No matter how horrible they are.”
 

It was silent again, but this time, it was a calm silent. It was still awkward, don’t get me wrong, but it wasn’t bad. 
 

He then started to explain, completely changing the topic to reduce the stress and my embarrassment, the types of dragons that are in the world.
 

“Hey.  Are you up for an adventure?” he asked, after going over the Hungarian Horntail, the most dangerous dragon breed.  Apparently that Potter guy had to take an egg from one of them in this tournament he promised to tell me more about.
 

I was about to say yes, for anything Draco had to show me was probably amazing (twss), but then I realized the time.  “It’s 4:31 in the morning!”
 

“All the more reason to get up!” he whispered with excitement. 
 

I groaned and threw the white comforter over my head. I felt his warm body lie down next to mine over the blankets. His breathing was steady and calming, and I could feel my eyes starting to droop again. That is, until he took the covers off of my head. I opened one eye slowly to see him smirking at me with bright, beaming eyes. 
 

I was glad that the whole, “you’re totes gonna kill my family and friends” thing was over and forgotten.  (Maybe not forgotten, but saved for another day.)  Because I really love this Draco a lot more.
 

“You’re not a morning person, I can see,” he said. 
 

“How could you tell?” I said, turning away. 
 

He shifted closer to me. “Come on, Juliette, you’ll be amazed.”
 

I groaned dramatically to make him understand I was still weary about this, but I reluctantly climbed out of bead.
 

“Smashing!” he exclaimed as I walked to my closet.
 

“What to wear... What to wear...” I mumbled going through my clothes. I didn’t know what Draco had in mind, so I called him in.
 

“What should you wear?” he asked, his smirk playing on his lips.
 

“Yes, Draco, what should I wear? And keep it down! If I get caught sneaking out with a boy at this hour...” I said uneasily.
 

He snorted. “A simple memory charm would do the trick.”
 

I looked at him with my eyes in slits. “Draco!” I whisper-screamed. “You are not using magic on my family!”

 

He looked like he regretted it.  “I’m sorry.  But hurry up so we can apparate!” he said, sounding a excited. “And just wear normal clothes. But bring a jacket, this time. A real one. Because as much as I think the gentleman should give the cold female his jacket, I was turning purple while walking home. That grey one is the only one I packed.”


I grinned and pushed him out and closed the door. “It’s on the desk chair.”
 

My fingers traced the clothes hanging on the racks until I gave up and grabbed a black and white baseball tee and dark blue skinny jeans. Simple and easy.
 

I changed quickly, gave my red curls, which were more wavy and calm today, a quick finger comb, and put a bit of mascara on. Good enough for me.
 

When I returned, I saw Draco sitting on my bed with my cellphone in his hands, looking quite amused, but scared at the same time. Especially when I received a text message, which made the phone vibrate and Draco throw it up in the air. 
 

Who sends a text this early?
 

“What is that thing?” he hissed, his eyes wide with fear.
 

I picked it up from the floor and smiled, holding it out. “A cellphone. See? Flip it open like this and you call people.”
 

“It’s a telephone?” he asked, bewildered. 
 

I nodded and stuffed it in my pocket.


“But why did it just... shake?” he asked, his face still showed shock.
 

I couldn’t help but laugh while I grabbed my woolen yellow jacket and put it on. “Someone sent me a message. It’s like getting a letter, but you type it on your phone and it will go to someone else’s phone. Pretty nifty, huh?”
 

He nodded and got up. “Wow. You muggles managed to survive quite nicely without magic.”


“Thank you, sir,” I said, rolling my eyes as he held out his left arm again, and put his right around me.
 

I grabbed it and silently wished that he would hold on to me tighter, for the thing that would happen in a couple seconds was less than pleasurable. Draco seemed to read my face, though, because he tightened his grip on my waist, but not so it was painful.
 

“You ready?” he whispered in my ear. I could tell he was smirking again. Boy loves to smirk.
 

I nodded slowly and shut my eyes tightly, tightening my grip on him even more. He chuckled, and then we were off. I don’t know how he did it, how he managed to transport himself and me to a completely random place.
 

Trying to put the odd sensation out of my head, I thought about him.  I thought about what I dreamt, and what he said in response.  It made me, as a normal human being, just feel so...average.  There was so much competition in my world, thinking that we’re the ones on top, when really, we’re not.  At all.
 

“Juliette?” he asked, and I realized we were on the ground in a totally new place. I opened my eyes, and saw him staring down at me, confusion spread all over my face. “Are you sick?”


“Surprisingly, no,” I laughed. “I didn’t concentrate on it. Though it was very hard not to.”


He laughed. “What could you have possibly thought about while apparating?”
 

You. “I don’t know. This whole... situation.”

 

“I’m a situation now, hmm?” he asked.
 

I was instantly reminded of guidos, but tried to keep my laughter inside. If Draco couldn’t believe a text message, he certainly wouldn’t understand a tan guy from New Jersey walking around with no shirt on, pointing at his abs. “No, just how there’s a whole other world out there. And us muggles didn’t even suspect it.”
 

He nodded with The Smirk- he uses it enough for it to have its own name- and led me along the gravel path that I just noticed was there.
 

We were in a dark green and brown field, with patches of melting snow, a hill rising on our right, and a small path just wide enough for two people to walk on. The sun was just beginning to rise, and I wished I had brought my camera along with us. It was just so beautiful and picture worthy with the way the pinky orange colors crept up from the horizon and blended with the fog. I also wanted a picture of Draco. He just seemed so photogenic with his sharp features, pale skin, and gorgeous eyes. He could be the first wizard model in the muggle world. He’d get a kick out of that, for sure.
 

“Do you like it?” he asked after we had started walking. 


“Like it? This place is so awesome!” I exclaimed. 
 

“Just wait. It gets better,” he said, subconsciously placing a hand on the small of my back and letting me go first where the path became almost covered with snow.
 

Draco was right. He had never been more right in the time we had known each other. The path started to take us up the hill, and after trudging for what seemed like hours, while it was of course only five minutes at most, we were standing on what I realized to be a cliff. Below us, the dark blue ocean crashed roughly on large, sharp looking rocks and the sun was finally a full orb over the horizon. The cool breeze took my breath away for a moment; it was if I was standing on top of the world. Draco pulled me closer and I was glad he did. His body warmed mine, and his delicious aftershave/mint smell had the faintest hint of blueberries for whatever reason. My hair blew furiously in the wind, but I didn’t care about how bad it would certainly look when the wind died down. This moment was one of the best I’d had in my life. It was so peaceful and real. Plus the kid standing next to me was a total stud/wizard. Who smelled freaking great.


“Do you want to sit?” he asked. I turned to him to give him a questioning look, but melted when I saw him smile like that. “I got us breakfast. I thought it was the least I could do for waking you up so early.”


Right. I had forgotten about that.  “I like breakfast,” I sighed, and plopped down. 
 

He followed suit and pulled out a very expensive looking black leather wallet. Was there some drive through wizard dining thing up here or something?
 

“Uh...” I started, thoroughly confused as to why he needed to pay.

 
He just smiled and didn’t take his eyes off the wallet. He reached in, and I almost screamed when his arm went all the way down. It was like the wallet was a large bag. 
 

“What...?” I mumbled.
 

He pulled out two small packages and juice boxes that looked very much like the ones Brooke’s had on sale yesterday. He then pulled out a camera. And then a blanket. A freaking blanket! How deep is that damn wallet?!
 

“Draco, I know you’re a wizard and all, and it’s mad cool, but how the hell did you do that?!” I asked after a long silence. 
 

He had been arranging our meal, but stopped and started laughing. “Enchantments that make the depth of something a lot bigger than it normal would be. You see, I didn’t want to carry around a bag. That would seem so..”
 

“Un-Draco-Malfoy-ish,” I finished and he nodded.


“Exactly,” he grinned. “I’ve got a reputation to keep up with.”


“What? Being a pureblood rich and powerful wizard?” I asked with a giggle. “Hate to break it to you, Malfoy, but I think your reputation just died in a well when you enjoyed a conversation with me.
 

He looked around and shrugged. “Maybe I want to change my reputation, Jules” he said, nonchalantly. Sparks shot through my body when he called me Jules, and I could feel a blush starting to come. “I mean, you know what I used to be like.  I’m afraid that what you saw in your dream is what people actually think of me.  I used to be a mean coward, Juliette.”
 

Draco Malfoy should get the “Most Improved Young Wizard” award for his new social abilities.
 

“I know that what I saw this morning was nothing close to the truth.  You may have been immature during school, but you’re really trying to change.  If they knew the Draco I know, they would see that you’re trying so hard,” I said softly.
 

“I am! But that’s what no one wants to understand. My family, my friends, other kids at Hogwarts who were scared of me,” he cried, dramatically slamming the juice box on to the ground. He let out a defeated groan. “How do you open these things?!”
 

I chuckled and grabbed it from off the damp grass, and waited until his eyes were locked on to the box to show him that the straw went through the silver hole. “Just pop it through like that.”
 

He smiled and grabbed mine, obviously wanting to do it himself and show his macho-ness. I watched him as he punctured the small silver hole, and did a dance, until he squeezed it too hard and juice squirted out onto his again, crisp white Oxford shirt. 
 

“Good job,” I laughed, taking a sip of mine. Apple juice. Smart kid.


He mocked me and made a face and took his wand out of his pocket. He aimed it at the stain and magically, it was gone.


“I thought you had to speak to do spells,” I said. Each time he had done magic in front of me so far, he hadn’t said a word.


“I do. But I do them in my head,” he said with The Smirk. “I’m old enough to know how to do these things. I’ll never pass my N.E.W.T.s if I couldn’t do nonverbal spells.”


I didn’t even ask what a N.E.W.T. was. For some reason, I was sure that I would get some long answer about stuff I didn’t understand. “Well, congratulations, Draco.”
 

“Why thank you, Juliette.”

 
For the rest of the morning, we ate our breakfast, which turned out to be the best breakfast burritos I’d ever had, and talked about different spells and my family. I told him about my parent’s divorce, my step family, and my real family, while he told me about his favorite hexes and charms and school. I also learned that he, along with many others, decided to retake the school year from last year, which was taken mostly by the war. He also took his camera and started snapping away, much to my protest. 


“Draco!” I cried, after he took another close up of me. 


He just laughed and started running away, which of course, made me run after him. In the distance, I could see him stop abruptly, his eyes going wide with fear and happiness. He whipped around and motioned me to be quiet, and turned back around, not even blinking.


“Dra-” I started in a whisper, but instantly stopped when I saw what he was staring at. I tried to take in deep breaths, but all I could do was throw myself at him and try to hide myself in his coat. Which sadly, didn’t have the same depth as his stupid wallet. 



He pulled me closer to him, but turned me around so I could face it. “I’m not going to let you get hurt,” he whispered in my ear. “Just open your eyes and look at it. She’s beautiful.”


I slowly opened my eyes, just enough to see it lying on the ground 100 feet away. A dragon. A long, black, scaly, sleeping dragon, with green spikes on its back and long black claws. Its wings were huge, a bit lighter than it’s jet black body, but still, a site to see. Now I really wished I brought my camera.
 

“Isn’t she great?” he asked, his voice full of wonder. A dragon for Draco. Of course.  “Now this is what I wanted you to see.”


I nodded and took the camera from his hands. “Can I?” He smiled and stepped away so I could get a better shot. “No, you stay right there! Keep holding on. I don’t want to be taking a picture of her and being alone when she wakes up!”
 

“You want me to hold on to you,” he asked, The Smirk starting to form.


Duh. “Draco! Please?” I cried, giving him a pouty face.

 
He rolled his eyes and stepped back, putting his arm around my waist, holding it tight. I smiled and took a picture. And then one of him, which he was highly for, making a ‘creepy sexy’ face.


“Oh!” I almost yelled, glancing at my phone. Draco clapped his hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t wake the dragon, he now wanted to name Olga.
 

“You’ll wake Olga,” he said into my ear.

 
“I have to go!” I said back. “It’s 7:45!”


He nodded, showing he understood, and we started for the path.
 

Every time we apparated, there would be a crack of noise. I fell on the ground again, not distracting myself from the suction as I should have. Draco chuckled and pulled me up. 


“I promise, you get used to it,” he laughed, looking around my empty bedroom as I stumbled over to my closet to hang my coat up. Thankfully he remembered it was still early in the morning and needed to be quiet. “You hardly have anything in here... Except for books and these long, skinny, flat square things.”

 
“A record?” I asked, not knowing if he had ever seen one. 


It was true. Looking around my room, you’d be bored. The floor was white, the bed was white, the walls were the lightest possible purple you could imagine, and it was neat and organized with the essentials: desk (also white), book cases (do you even have to guess?), and T.V.).
 

“A record? The black circle thing?” he asked. 


I nodded and pointed to the record player that sat neatly on a small shelf with piles of records around it. 
 

“Your room is nice,” he smiled. “I like it.”
 

“It’s boring,” I mumbled. Truthfully, I liked it just the way it was. Anything too crazy about it would make me uncomfortable. My hair is wild enough as it is, not to mention the crazy colored clothes I wear, and the wizard kid standing at the bookshelf. 
 

“It suits you,” he pointed. He’s too smart.
 

“I’m boring?”

 
He took his eyes away from the book he was staring at, (Catcher in the Rye), and shook his head. “No, of course not. It balances things. Your hair is crazy, in a good way, your clothes are brighter than anything I’ve seen in a while, and you have so many books and records that it all looks nice. Plus, I just popped into your life,” he said with an award winning smile.
 

Kid knows how to charm a girl.


I rolled my eyes and lay down on my bed, still trying to get over the lightheadedness I was currently going through. I kicked my shoes off, which Draco so kindly, observing my obsession with neatness, put them in the closet in I assume was where my shoes normally go. My eyes started to droop with a sudden exhaustion I had assumed would soon come, and Draco put the white, down comforter over me.


“This morning was amazing,” I mumbled into my pillow. “Thanks, Draco.”


He gently brushed the stray hair off of my face, and while doing so, it made me realize that he really wasn’t what everyone thought he was.  He was...gentle...?
 

“Go to sleep. It’s Christmas Eve,” he said, ignoring my thank you.
 

“What about you?” I asked, trying to keep my eyes open to look at him. All I managed to see though, was a head of blond hair and pale skin.
 

“I don’t like to sleep,” he muttered. As he stroked my hair again, we both heard the sound of footsteps in my mom and step dad’s room down the hall. “Goodbye, Juliette. I’ll see you later.”


Before I could even say goodbye, he had left with a crack, and I drifted off to sleep.


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