the happy ending [DISCONTINUED]

chapter one

For one, Harry still made Draco sign a form to not use his magic under any circumstance and not to bring up any wizarding facts. He also made sure Draco understood that Harry was only allowed to bring him into the muggle world because he had appealed to the High Comission of Magic with the condition that Draco would be supervised. Other than not being able to skip the terms and conditions, the train ride was bearable.

They arrive at a train station identical to the one in the wizarding world except people here dressed more flashily. They had weird devices that buzzed and words would pop up. In the middle of athe station stood a strange booth where muggles would walk in and place a cuboid banana to their ear. Either muggles had their own form of magic or that they were all insane.

"You okay?" Draco jumped as Harry begin to rub his backs in a circular motion. After getting used to it, it certainly did not feel bad. It was strange, the muggles were so vulnerable and powerless yet they still lived like they were royalty. There wasn't much difference between muggles and wizards apparently, that's what Draco recall Harry telling him at least.

"C'mon. It won't be that bad- Let's go flag down a cab." Harry pulled Draco towards the exit. Dread bubbled in the ugliest pits of Draco's stomach as the exit grew larger and larger, threatening to swallow them up alive. If the inside was already so intimidating, what awaits them in the real muggle world?

The air was thick, with the smell of burnt chemicals suffocating Draco's throat. People hollered and there were siren-like blares randomly piping up at times. The muggle cars had streets and could only be driven on roads. Pathetic, Draco thought. How much more efficient it would be to just enchant a car and fly wherever the owner wished.

"Taxi!" Harry joined them. Draco was mortified, Harry was flailing his arms out in front of cars whizzing by the road like an idiot!

"What are you doing?" Draco hissed, pulling Harry's arm so that he would step backwards.

"Getting us a cab?" Harry lifted an eyebrow. Cabs were not common in the wizarding world, only at train terminals or large events but otherwise everyone drove or flew around without the aid of anyone else. Modes of transport was as trivial as picking out a pair of shoes in the morning.

"This is how muggles do it." Harry continued, as if hearing Draco's flabbergasted thoughts. Draco felt heat rising to his face, the muggle world was so unfamiliar and overwhelming, he felt like a complete idiot! He didn't know what to expect, he didn't know how muggles work or what they did. His whole life revolved around magic, he can't imagine a whole world without it!

A car stops in front of them, a chubby man sat in the driver's seat. His hair slicked back and glossy it looked like solid plastic, a cigarette wedged in between his fat fingers, smoke flying out like spit as he spoke to Harry.

"Where yer lads headed to?" He grumbled, sounding like a boar in need of a tonsil removal.

"93 Moonshine Street in Devon please." Harry replied sweetly. Draco frowned, how could one stand the sight, let alone converse with such an atrocious being? Even trolls looked better than this buffoon. He gets paid to meet and drive people around, at the very least be presentable!

"I see, I see... Well, get on then. We'll be there in a jiffy!" The man cackled. The smell was absolutely horrendous, this man's existence was a personal attack on Draco!

Draco turns to Harry, who returns his grimacing expression with an expectant smile. He motions for Draco to get in, to which Draco responds by inhaling deeply before getting in the creaky moving metal box. The ride was painful, the man wouldn't shut up and Draco couldn't fathom how Harry could keep up with the conversation without minding how rude the man was or horrible the man smelled.

Not before long, the gloomy buildings begin to fade out into the distance and houses were becoming more sparse. Draco studied his surroundings intently, it looked rarely empty. Nothing whizzed past above, nothing was in the woods. It felt like an off version of home.