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Chapter 14 - Chapter 13

Draco was the first to move into the flat his mother had prepared for him and Hermione. About a week after he got out of the hospital, she had forced him to move out of his old rented flat and bring all his belongings into the new one. He reached the place at noon.

The flat was in a building situated in a wizarding part of London, close to the Leaky Cauldron. The entire ground floor consisted of a library, its entrance facing the main street. Right above it stretched Narcissa's flat, or better called, Draco and Hermione's.

The space was split into three, rather large, sections and it seemed big enough for two flats. In the middle, and having access to entrance, was the common living area. The living room occupied most of the middle part of it, with comfortable looking armchairs, a big couch and a huge square black box thing attached to the wall in front of the couch.

Draco knew not what it was, but he felt it looked ominous. He gave it a glare when he passed it by on his way to the next part of the house and tried to push it out of his mind for now.

The kitchen, though not very big, seemed to be fully equipped for both muggle and wizarding use. Draco frowned slightly, pondering. He'd never been a big fan of kitchens. He was never allowed into the kitchen at Malfoy Manor and he never felt a dying urge to go and visit it without permission. House elves took care of his meals and that's where his interest in kitchens ended ever since he was a kid.

Walking past the kitchen, Draco reached a glass double door, tall from floor to ceiling, that appeared to open to a balcony. He reached the door and pushed it open. The balcony was longer than he expected it to be, but rather narrow. It did have a couple of comfortable looking chairs and a coffee table between them. Draco concluded this was a nice enough spot to relax and unwind.

He stood there for a moment, inhaling the air and taking in the sight before him. The sky was a bright blue and a warm breeze blew his hair around his forehead. The street below was almost deserted, barely anyone could be seen walking around at that time, as it was still early in the day and people were at work. With one last deep breath and quick gaze around, Draco entered the flat and closed the door behind him.

To the left of the common room, Draco noticed a small hallway and a black, impressive mahogany door at the end of it. That had to be his room, Draco recognized the color of the door to be the exact one he had back at Malfoy Manor.

'Mother', Draco said in his mind, letting a small smile appear on his lips.

Before going towards his room, Draco glanced at the opposite side of the common room. There was also a small hallway that ended with a door, but this one was a reddish colored one, like it was made of cherry tree wood.

'That must be Granger's', he thought.

Draco scoffed upon seeing this curtsey his mother was trying to show Hermione by first placing muggle kitchenware and now choosing a door that had Hermione's house color. It was way too much consideration in his opinion.

Feeling annoyed, he looked away from the red door and turned towards the black one. He opened it slowly and stepped into his bedroom.