"Follow me," Draco said quietly, squeezing Rons hand and then letting it go.
He took a breath, and then seemed to almost transform in front of their eyes. He stood straight, head raising and practiced sneer covering his face. He looked a little like the spoiled brat he'd been at school, only infinitely more dangerous. Every pore in his body oozed authority and malice, a huge "fuck with me and die" practically blinking over his head in neon lights.
He walked confidently out of the alley, trusting Ron to help Susan behind him. The rough people they passed gave them a glance, but Dracos rough clothing and tough demeanour made them pay little attention. He seemed to fit in with the seamlessly, and anyone who dared to look at Susan or Ron got a flare so menacing that tjey backed off.
It was only two blocks to the seedy, rub down motel, affectionately called "Doze Inn". He glanced back at Susan and Ron and gave them the barest ghost of a smile before going.
An old woman sat behind the desk, picking her teeth with a butter knife. She looked up and smiled a gap toothed grin.
"Jacob! Where the fuck you been? S'been months!" She looked over at Susan and Ron. "'Oo the 'ell are they?"
"They're with me." He leaned in toward the woman and smiled at her, oozing pureblood charm. "You've got a room for me, don't you Norma?"
She scaled at Ron and Susan a little longer, then nodded.
"Yeah. Course I do. Yer favrite too!"
She tossed a heavy iron key at him with a wink.
"Anyone else oye should send up love?"
"No. Extra bit for you of you forget we're here."
Norma tapped the side of her nose and grinned again.
Draco walked down the hall, knowing he couldn't drop the act and check on Susan and Ron before they were safely behind a locked door.
The room was dark and cheap but surprisingly clean smelling. There was only one bed, a small table and lamp, and stand alone sink.
Draco locked the door behind them, then leaned tiredly against the wall.