Am I a decent writer?

Here's a part of my short story fanfiction for a contest (it is short because the contest had a limit and a theme):

Draco POV:

Alexandra Rowan truly is an interesting woman. I remember the first time we ever meet. I was in a quaint muggle bookshop looking for a science book. As much as I hated to admit it, the art of scientific discovery fascinated me. Especially Chemistry, I assume that is why I was also interested in Potions.

Anyways, so there I was paying for the book. The woman checking me out was a petite muggle girl who appeared around my age. She had brown hair that framed her face in soft large waves that reached to her mid back, and brilliant blue eyes.

“13.62.” She announced the price once the books were bagged.

“So that is which bills and coins?” I asked a bit confused. I hadn’t taken Muggle Studies due to my parents prejudice beliefs. I had been blinded by the lies they feed to me everyday but after the war I realized the truth about life; blood doesn't matter and it isn’t something someone can change about himself or herself.

The girl took the pile of money from my hand and removed a couple of bills and coins. She handed the rest to me and then my bag.

“You’re foreign?” She asked gazing at me.

“You could say that.” I replied chuckling.

“I’m Alexandra.” She greeted.

“Draco.” I smiled offering her my hand, which she took and shook. “So you want to get coffee later? I could use some help understanding this world.”

“Sure.” She smiled. “I’ll meet you at the place across the street at three, okay?”

“I’ll be there my love.”

She giggled at this before blushing. I smiled before leaving the store grinning. Who would have known getting one date with a muggle would make me so happy.

At three O’clock sharp I entered the small coffee shop. It gave a homey vibe and smelled of coffee and caramel pastries.

A few minutes later Alexandra entered. I waved for her and she joined me in a booth.

“Hi.” She greeted slipping off her coat.

“Hello.” I said kissing her cheek. I could be a charmer when I wanted to. She blushed as a waiter appeared to take our orders.

We ordered and then she left to prepare our drinks.

“So tell me about yourself.” I said starting the conversation.

“Well I am twenty and finishing up my second year at college. I work at the bookshop to earn a little extra money. And well I like reading and writing, going to the beach, and water skiing and horseback riding.” She said staring at me with her eyes.

They were the perfect vibrant shade of blue.

“I’m twenty also, and I enjoy reading especially about science and I have a job as an Auror which is something from my world which you wouldn’t quite understand, and I enjoy the beach as well.”

“What’s an Auror?” She asked me.

“I can’t tell you now but maybe I will in time.” I promised.

She nodded in response and looked up at our waitress as the girl placed our cups in front of us. I lifted mine to my lips and blew on it to cool it. I took a sip and allowed the rich caramel coffee flavor to take me to heaven. Of course, Alexandra would be there too.

“Zannie.” I whispered into my cup.

“Hmm?” She asked looking up from her cup.

“Can I call you at Zannie?”

She smiled up at me. “I actually really like that. How did you think of that?”

“Alexandra, to Zandra, to Zannie.” I replied.

“I’m going to have to steal that.” She teased.

“Go ahead.”

From that day on we would schedule to meet up at the coffee shop everyday after Zannie’s work. Slowly we grew closer and became more serious. Soon I would visit her during work, in between classes, and after a year we moved in together. It was her final year of college and so we got an apartment in a town right outside of her college, only five minutes away.

I remembered during that year I finally revealed my secret. I remembered her falling on the ground laughing, thinking it was a joke when I pulled my wand out. But once she saw me actually perform magic she became angry. Angry that I had kept a secret of that proportion from her, which was understandable. We didn’t talk for a month, we still lived together but avoided each other at all cost and then finally she confronted me and apologized.

A few weeks later I proposed and we were soon married. It is the clearest memory in my head, the image of Zannie floating down the aisle.

Her white dressed clung tightly to her upper body but fell loosely around her legs. It had thick tank top straps and gold embroidered patterns. The veil covered her face but I could still make out the beauty underneath. She held a bouquet of white and pink flowers.

This isn't the end, if you want to read the rest go to:

http://www.wattpad.com/2158480-the-pureblood%27s-p...

and to read more of my stories go to:

http://www.wattpad.com/user/insertunallowedsmile

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