"...So my father moved here because his work is here, and work means everything to him." I could hear the boy talking to my parent.
"So where bouts did you used to live?" I heard dad ask, I stood at the bottom of the stairs and listened for the right moment to make my entrance.
"In a manor house about a hundred miles north of here", the boy said.
'A manor, his parents must be well off then,' I thought 'Shut up brain, it doesn't matter how well off he is, seeing as our family is one of the richest in the wizarding world, but seeing as we don’t want the publicity they just don’t know it!'
"We didn't move here that long ago did we, honey?" said dad to my mum.
"About a month or two ago, George." she said simply.
I chose that moment to walk in.
"Hi." I said sweetly to the guy.
"Hey." he said smiling and getting up to shake my hand.
"I'm Frankie." I said at the exact same time as he said, "I'm Draco". My thoughts were on his muscular body that I could make out through his white t-shirt. Damn he was tall and hot and my age and...
Mum's voice cut into my thoughts.
"So...Frankie, diner will be in an hour and a half, why don't you take Draco for a walk around? Show him all the places you've found." she suggested.
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