thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

Draco found himself placing a hand over Jake's shoulder. "We're both here for a new beginning." He spoke in a soft voice as he attempted to reassure Jake.

He felt bad that Jake and his parents weren't close. He supposed that he was lucky in that sense. He's not sure what he wouls have done without them.

What would have happened if Draco's friends of the past could see him now? Interacting with a Muggle, Nevermind being on a date? Being kind, empathetic...? Not the same blond who had been in Hogwarts.

Jake knew none of that past and instead, took Draco as he was here and now. He gave a small smile of affection in return for the touch on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Like I said, that was then. I came for my future here and hey, maybe you were the thing I needed to push me to it."

It was frightening for Draco allowing himself to be this open with someone he barely knew or wouldn't have acknowledged in the past. He had so many mixed feelings running through him right now and had no one he felt comfortable talking with. He did know that he enjoyed being with Jake. But somewhere down the line he was going to have make some decisions that would probably cut some tied and stir up a commotion.

"Maybe," he replied smiling.

"It's weird," Jake admitted quietly, looking to Draco with an almost indescribable look. It made his eyes dark, curious. "As soon as we met, it felt like there was something there. Cheesy I know but-"

"Malfoy!"

Jake stopped when suddenly a voice cut him off. He looked up the sidewalk to see three other guys, who all looked keenly interested in Draco. Friends of his?

Anything that Jake was saying was forgotten as Draco tensed at the familiar voice and figures approaching him. His hands automatically clinched as he stepped forward in front of Jake. Not so much to hide him, but in a sense of protecting him from what he was going to witness.

Draco had to admit it felt strange seeing Goyle being the one in charge. He had always been told how lost Goyle and Crabbe where when he wasn't around. He wondered how long they had noted he was there and how much they had witnessed. He really hoped they saw nothing...but his luck couldn't be that good.

"Goyle,, Nott, Zabini, fancy meeting the three of you here," Draco replied in a stiff voice.

Where those all last names? That was so awkward. Jake didn't miss that faintly protective gesture and his stomach sunk with it. Bollocks, this had to be some of those people Draco was talking about about. He sounded completely different talking to these three than he had when they were just talking together, or even around his own little gang. He studied the three and their somewhat odd style of clothing, his eyes narrowing.

Goyle smirked, which did nothing to make his ugly face more handsome. In Jake's opinion, he looked a bit like a gorilla and twice as ugly. "We're on our way to celebrate the latest Quidditch Match." Speaking openly in front of Jake because he couldn't imagine the idea of Draco speaking with a Muggle.

While Jake's brows lifted slightly. Quidditch? It sounded almost like a sport.

Zabini peered over towards Jake, one brow lightly raised, arms crossed over his chest. This wasn't someone he recognized, dressed entirely in Muggle clothing. They had to dress somewhat acceptably to make their way over to the tavern they planned to be at, but this one looked far too comfortable in the mode of dress.

....And this is why Draco never let Goyle speak first. Stupid, stupid stupid. Openly talking about their world without even checking to make sure others around them weren't wizards or witches. Yes, the Draco they knew wouldn't be caught being seen with a Muggle...but a lot had changed in the last month or so.

Draco couldn't help shake his head at Goyle's remark. In he old days he would have pulled Goyle to the side and yelled at him for being dumb and not thinking first. Or roughed him up a bit depending on how severe the mistake was. He at least thought the others would have known better.

"And it still seems like you haven't learned much," Draco replied in a snide tone. He noted how easily he slipped into that tone. It was an attempt to at least warn him to shut up, but he doubted Goyle would pick up on it. He didn't want to single out Jake. He didn't want Jake to be their target.

Jake's brows went up right over again at the tone Draco took. That was nothing like he'd heard from the other since they'd met. It sounded more... well, like what he'd expect of a rich, stuck up brat.

Goyle definitely didn't get it, his brow furrowing hard before he sneered. "You don't get the right to say that any more to me, traitor."

But Zabini, at least, was quicker witted than Goyle. His eyes flickered back to Jake, brows knitting before they went up, looking back and forth between Malfoy and... a Muggle? It couldn't be. So he actually reached out and grabbed Goyle's arm for a second. "Cool it," he said calmly.

Traitor? These were definitely those enemies Draco had been telling him about. Jake's body tensed, just slightly, thinking there might be a fight.

"And what did you do to be walking out on the streets?" Draco retorted. Even though it was a vague question, he wasn't sure how Goyle would answer with out giving away too much.

Only, it seemed like the others picked up on it really fast that Jake was not a wizard but a Muggle. He cursed softly. This was going to go south really fast. Goyle so much wasn't the threat, but it was more or less the others he was concerned of.

As he spoke to Goyle, he made a slight gesture with his hand and created a protective barrier around Jake. He wasn't going to take this chance.

Jake felt something in the air, a tension, a vibration, he wasn't at all sure what it was - he was feeling the barrier go around himself. He knew the fight was coming and it was in the air between them. His fingers slowly curled into fists, watching the three closely.

"None of your damn business," Goyle snapped, ignoring the hand on his arm. He was far, far from the brightest bulb, and his hand moved clearly towards where his wand was hidden. "Why are you even here?"

"Goyle," Zabini snapped.

"You can't bother to answer my question, why should I give you the curtsy?" Draco replied. He easily saw what Goyle was going to do. He kept himself in check, but it was hard to not automatically go for his wand in response. Instead he issued a warning.

"I really advice that you stop where you are because that's not going to look good for you. You can consider that as my only warning in respect to our friendship." Draco matched Goyle's gaze, not letting him out of his site. Maybe he might listen, but he was unsure about it.

It was slowly starting to sink into Goyle's brain and he frowned, but he didn't even make the connection to Jake. Instead, he looked around before he snorted loudly and his hand moved away.

Jake, meanwhile, was pretty damn sure they just survived this gorilla going to pull a gun on them.

"Told you why we're out here." He finally looked at Jake, eyes narrowing. "Who's this?"

Draco rolled his eyes, but said nothing. Mainly because Goyle only repeated what he said earlier and didn't answer the question. At this point it didn't matter. His family probably lied to get out of going to prison. "Why does it matter? Go and celebrate. What I do in my time doesn't concern the three of you anymore." He tried to speak in a calm tone although there was a slight defensive edge to it.

What he didn't need was for them to know who Jake was and then to try and target him later on. He only hoped that Jake would understand. It was bad enough he was going to have to explain more afterward.

A lot of people got out of Azkaban on the same lie - the Imperius Curse. So many people had been subjected to it that it was difficult to prove who was and wasn't. With those still in school, leeway had been given. They still believed in the innocence of youth, though Goyle would deserve none of it.

Goyle snorted again, sneering. "Says someone who left a friend to die. No better than scum." Goyle walked past them, purposefully hitting his shoulder into Draco in the process. Jake reached out and quickly put a hand on Draco's other shoulder, making sure that his friend didn't rise to the bait. Zabini's look towards Draco spoke volumes; unlike the thick headed Goyle, he knew. He knew what Jake was. Yet he said nothing more, walking after Goyle with Nott at his side.

The fact that Jake reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, held Draco where he was. He was about to defend himself, but knew at the same time what was said would be used against him. He unclinched his fist. Instead he glared back at the three of them as they walked by. He knew that they weren't finished with them. There would be another time and talking wasn't going to get them out of it.

It hurt Draco deeply as he watched his old friends head to the tavern to celebrate over a Quidditch match. Something they would have all done in the past. Now they looked down at him. It just reminded him of how isolated he was from his own world. He also realized as well of how much he had changed with in the months away from his people. It only made him realize how horrible of a person he had been and was glad that Remus had pulled him away from that path.

Edited 2015-12-08 14:27 (UTC)

"Let it go, man, let it go," Jake said quietly, hand remaining where it was. "They're right knobs. We didn't get hurt and they're buggering off. Let's just get out of here and you can cool down." He had about a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but getting somewhere safe was way more important. He tugged a touch on Draco's shoulder, trying to get him to move. That big guy had a gun, Jake was sure of it, and they needed to get out of view.

Quietly, Draco obediently followed Jake. He was thankful that the other wasn't asking questions yet and giving him some room. He was really surprised with how Jake was calm about the whole ordeal and knew enough not to interfere.

It was only once they were far from the from the place did Draco began to relax...just a little. His grey eyes still had a stormy expression about them, but he remained silent.

Jake would freak out later when he wasn't so damned scared. He just needed to get them somewhere safer. So the ice cream parlor it was, but he just pulled Draco into a booth instead of getting in line.

He sat down himself, and about that time, realized his hands were shaking. One came up to run through his hair. "Bloody hell... we could have died," he whispered.

"I'm really sorry that you got pulled into that mess," Draco said in a soft tone, when he realized how upset Jake was. He was thankful that Jake had managed to keep him together while he was frightened. His own friends wouldn't have stopped him. He was the one to stop tgem and pull them out of the trouble they got in.

"I wasn't expecting to see them here and the last thing I wanted was them targetting you because of being with me."

"That's the kind of people you were talking about. ...Enemies. They didn't seem like upper crust, at all. That big one looked like a gorilla more than a rich bloke. He was going to pull a bloody gun on us..." He let out a breath and looked up to Draco, eyes wild before he slowly leaned back.

"You've got some right scary people after you, Dragon." The nickname came out with a nervous laugh, but he was trying to keep it together.

"Goyle's not the one to worry about. He's not very bright and easey to confuse. It's the other two you need to worry about," Draco replied. The nickname earned a nervous laugh from him.

"I can understand if you want to pull out now. No hard feelings if you do..." He said hestitantly. "I don't want you getting in trouble because of me."

Jake gave a bit of a shrug, though he was still tense. "Friends don't just ditch because of some arseholes. Even ones packing heat. Though... damn, you have some bollocks standing up to them. Though... you can't try to knock their blocks off. You were almost itching for it."

He gave Draco a concerned look. "There's no point in getting yourself hurt."

Draco was surprised that Jake choose to stay. Any tension evaporated and Draco relaxed complety. A smile formed that showed in his eyes. He felt for sure Jake would leave. He had every right to and that had ment a lot to him. So this was what a real friend was like, not the gang he had formed.

"I will do what I have to, too protect those I care about." He said in a firm
voice.

"I hope that doesn't meant you're going to up and leave because that happened." Because it well and certainly could depending on Draco's idea of protecting. The mention of 'care about' made a certain warmth go through him, one that brought out a hint of his normal smile.

"I can handle myself in a fight, but I also am not about to get my arse kicked if I can avoid it. That big'un was itching to start a fight."

"No, if I leave they win. I'm not giving them that luxury. I'm just going to have to figure out how to take them down a notch."
Draco replied in a determined tone. As he spoke he was already trying to think of a plan.

"Like the rest of everyone they think they can disrespect my family. To be honest, I'm glad that I'm no longer with that group. I'm ashamed to have been like them."

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