@fullofaces | plotted starter | draco & hermione.
london , particularly muggle london , had never been a place he’d frequented. he may have visited during his few moments of rebellion against lucius and his mother , but it wasn’t often. still , with diagon alley still rebuilding , and not at all appealing , coming here had been the only thing he could think to do in order to escape another day locked away in the house. he hadn’t left lestrange manor in weeks , and while it’s nice to be in a home free of lucius and to see his parents rebuilding their lives —and his— , it was impossible to sit still any longer. the walls were starting to talk.
well , the portraits , but they are much louder and far worse. and they hate him and his father more than he thought they would.
although he knows he’s imagining the piercing glares at his back , he keeps his head down. no one knows him here, but it was no secret that most in the wizarding world still held a bitter taste in their mouths for him. between lucius being locked away and the scandal now plaguing he and his mother , he couldn’t even fathom stepping foot in diagon alley or hogsmeade or any place else he would be immediately recognized. it’s torture.
but as he walks , he figures he’s safe now. up until his shoulder collides with another’s , and he straightens on impact , apology prepped upon his tongue. it dies there too when he meets her eyes. ❛ granger ? ❜ the tone is instinctive. familiar. ❛ what the bloody hell are you doing here ? ❜
