“I’m sorry about this. She was so excited a while ago. I don’t know why she won’t let go now,” the man said, still staring at his daughter. “And I’m sorry we’re so late.”

She smiled again. “It’s okay. She’s probably just nervous. I’m sure she -”

The man had just looked up, and their eyes had connected. She gasped. No… it couldn’t be. But this was impossible! No… she refused to believe it! It couldn’t…

“Malfoy?!”

“Granger?!”

Eleanor Perivale was left sitting at her desk, shaking her head. She had been in this world for far too long. She stared blankly at the door Hermione Granger had just left through, and sighed. She knew it would only be a matter of time until she would have to find herself a new Reception teacher. Perhaps blonde this time…

“Can I help you?”

He looked up to see a bleach blonde woman with an unnaturally small waist and large chest standing in front of him. He subtly steered Careen around, but a little unable to tear his eyes away from the woman’s chest himself.

He considered her question. Could she?

“I’m looking for a young woman. 23 years old. Around this high.” He brought his free hand to gesture somewhere around his chin. “Bushy brown hair. Brown eyes.” He contemplated this description. “Pissed off?”

‘I’ve never been the most traditional of men, and roses have always seemed a little tacky to me. Therefore, I hope to honour you with this bouquet of tulips, in the hope that you will honour Careen and myself with dinner tonight at the Da Paolo restaurant at 7.’

“She would want me to be happy.”

“Are you happy, Draco?”

Draco turned and looked her in the eye.

“You make me happy. But, I guess I can’t erase her from my mind.”