Chapter Six

Draco and you get to a broken-down old shop front on Charing Cross Road. It has a very interesting name: The Leaky Cauldron. It has a bar and a large dining room. There are many people inside. It seems to be a very popular pub.

Draco keeps leading you by holding your hand. There is a man sitting at a table who is reading a book while stiring a teaspoon in his cup by moving his finger in circles. The waitress is cleaning another table with the help of a floating tray while a floating teapot is serving tea to a girl in front of her. A big smile blooms across your face. You can't believe what you're seeing.

—Are all of them magicians, Dray? Is this a wizarding pub? —You ask amazed. A beautiful smile blooms across his face.

—They're wizards and witches, to be exact. And yes, it's a popular wizarding pub and inn. —Your jaw drops and your smile turns bigger. He lifts you up by your waist and sits you at the bar. You spread your legs and he stands between them, caressing your thighs as you wrap your hands around his neck—. I'm not the kind of magician you think. I'm a wizard —he winks and plants a peck on your lips. You smile—. Hogwarts is the school where I study since I was 11. It's a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

—Wow! —You say amazed—. But... why does nobody know about this?

—Because nobody should, not even you —he caresses your face tenderly and you melt into his touch—. I could be punished for telling you about this.

—Oh no! —You exclaim worried—. Your secret is safe with me, I promise.

—I know —he gets closer to you and gives you a tender eskimo kiss. You smile.

—Am I allowed to be here?

—Well, muggle visitors are neither turned away, nor made to feel unwelcome here.

—Muggle visitors? —He smiles.

—Muggle is a term we use to refer to people with no magic.

—People like me. —He sighs.

—But you're so special. —You blush.

—And what does it make me that special? —His cheeks flush and he looks down. You caress his beautiful face and gently lift his chin up to you with your thumb and index—. This thing between us is a forbidden romance, isn't it? —He nods and smiles and you smile back at him—. That's so romantic! —You sigh—. Kiss me, Dray. Here —you tap your lips with your index finger—. Give me a bit of your honey —you tell him sweetly.

Draco smiles mischievously and presses his lips against yours without hesitating, dropping the sweetest of kisses on your lips. Then he pulls his lips away and gently strokes your lower lip with his thumb.

—We didn't come here for butterbeer, you know?

—Butterbeer? What's that?

—It's something that you're gonna like. We're gonna drink butterbeer later, I promise —he winks. You smile—. Let's go —he grabs your hand and leads you to the rear of the pub that opens up onto a small walled courtyard with no exit door.

—It seems like this is the end of the road.

—Do you think? —He winks—. Watch this.

Draco takes out his wand and touches the bricks of the wall with it in a particular sequence. Your jaw drops when the bricks start moving magically and form an entrance to what it seems to be an alley full of people.

—Are all of them...?

—Wizards and witches. Welcome to Diagon Alley. It's a very large area and essentially the center of Wizarding London. There is an assortment of restaurants and shops here.

—Wow! Your world is wonderful, Dray. I love magic! —You say amazed.

—I'm glad —he winks and smiles.

Draco entwines his hand with yours as he leads you through the alley. There are shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments that you had never seen before, windows filled with tottering piles of spell books, quills, rolls of parchment and potion bottles.

Everything is so wonderful that a big smile blooms across your face.

—You have a beautiful smile, you know, (Y/N/N)? —Draco says with a beautiful smile lighting his face up.

—So do you, Dray. And when your eyes sparkle like they're doing right now, I swear I melt all.

—Don't sweet talk to me or I swear I'm gonna smother you with kisses.

—Hmm... That sounds delicious! —You say mischievously.

Draco quickly takes you to a narrow alley between two shops and pins you against the wall by your wrists.

—You asked for it —he whispers against your lips and kisses you full on the mouth.

Your lips have been locked with his for a long time into a passionate makeout session. You love the way his tongue wipes softly against yours, giving you pleasure while your fingers entangle into his luscious platinum blond locks and his hands caress your waist.

He goes for a deeper kiss, taking you beyond the stars, where time and space don't exist and all that matters is just Draco and you...

—Wow! That was... intense —you say almost out of breath.

—Say it to me —he replies almost out of breath and you both giggle. He entwines his hand with yours and takes you back to Diagon Alley—. Do you see that building over there? —He points at a strange shaped white building on a corner—. It's Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

—Wow!

—And that shop over there is Ollivanders. I bought my wand there when I was 11.

—Wow! I can't believe that all this is real. —He smiles—. Why is everybody looking at me?

—Well, it's unusual to see a beautiful girl in a sexy red dress walking around Diagon Alley.

—Uhm... —You blush—. I... I'd better... button up my coat.

—No, please. I love the view —he winks. You smile—. I went shopping with you the other day, and now I want you to go shopping with me.

—Yay! I love going shopping! —He smiles.

—But our first stop is Gringotts.

Draco and you enter Gringotts and you're amazed by what you see. There are small creatures everywhere, creatures that you had never seen before. They look like elderly little people.

—Who are they, Dray? —You whisper.

—Goblins. The bank is owned and operated by them —he whispers and leads you to a big counter where the Chief Bank Teller is writing with a quill and seems not to have noticed your presence, so Draco clears his throat—. I wish to enter my vault.

—Identification? —The goblin replies without looking at him and keeps writing. Draco frowns.

—I hardly think that will be necessary.

—Young Malfoy! —The goblin exclaims, evidently startled when he looks at Draco.

—I've never been asked for identification before!

—Your wand will do, young Malfoy. You must understand that it's the bank policy.

—No, I certainly don't understand! My father will hear about this!

—Draco, calm down please. He is just doing his job —you tell him sweetly as you squeeze his hand and gently rub it with your thumb.

Draco looks at you and you smile at each other shyly. He sighs and gives his wand to the goblin.

—Very well —the goblin says as he inspects the wand—. Please follow me.

Draco and you follow him and reach the vaults by means of a small goblin-driven cart that speeds along miniature train tracks through the bank's underground tunnels. It's amazing. Your jaw drops in wide-eyed surprise when the goblin opens Draco's vault. It's full of gold coins...

After leaving Gringotts, you see children peering excitedly into the window of a shop named Quality Quidditch Supplies.

—Quality Quidditch Supplies. This is our next stop.

—Quidditch? Isn't it what it plays with broomsticks in a football pitch? —Draco smiles at your question.

—Real Quidditch it's played in the Wizarding World. We use broomsticks, but in a very different way.

—Do you play Quidditch?

—I'm the seeker and captain —he says proud. You smile even though you don't know what a seeker is—. You have no idea what I'm talking about, haven't you? —You blush and shake your head. He smiles—. I'm gonna take you to a Quidditch match one of these days, I promise —he winks. You smile—. You'll see, Hogwarts students are divided in four houses, and those uniforms you see there, are the Quidditch team uniforms of each house: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin —he says pointing at the respective uniform.

You look at the uniforms and notice that they have badges. An animal seems to be the symbol of each house. The Slytherin uniform catches your attention because its badge is a serpent.

—You're a Slytherin, aren't you?

—How do you know? —He asks, clearly surprised.

—The serpent pin on your tie and your serpent ring.

—Wow! My princess is very perspicacious —he leans in and plants a peck on your lips. You blush and smile—. That broomstick you see there is a Firebolt Supreme, the fastest one ever built. It's the reason why we came here.

—Wait, do you mean that you can ride it and fly?

—Wanna see?

Draco and you enter the shop to buy the broomstick, and you can't help but think on how handsome he must look in his Quidditch uniform.

—We need transportation to get to our next stop. Let's go, (Y/N/N) —he says after leaving the shop—. Ladies first —he makes a gesture with his hand, inviting you to ride the broomstick.

—Uhm... —You start getting nervous—. I don't know, Dray. I'm afraid of heights.

—Don't be afraid, gorgeous. I won't let you fall down.

Author's Notes

(Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

So, Draco just revealed who he really is 😍

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Where do you think Draco wants to take (Y/N) now?

Do you think she's gonna ride the broomstick? Or will she have a panic attack? 😱

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