His life was over. He had lost his wand. Then his mother's wand. Then he thought he'd get a new one, but it didn't work properly, he couldn't do anything with it, only sparks flew out of it when he tried to cast a spell… what was the use in it?

- Go to Greta, - his father said.

He snorted. Greta, like she could help. One girl in the whole world who could perform wandless magic loathed him because he ended their friendship before he went to school. And if he didn't, there could be something more, but she was a half-blood. His father would never tell him to go to Greta unless there was no need to pretend you hate half-breeds and Mudbloods. Now it was time to recover though and what was so wrong about just seeing an old friend then? He just loved her, that's it, there was nothing wrong.

- And Miss Parkinson, - his mother asked.

What about Pansy? She ok, but she's not… oh, well.

So now he was standing by the door he had seen so many times in his life and thinking how many…

- Will you be standing there all day?

He recollected himself. She didn't even need to use Homenum Revelio to know he was there. He opened the door and walked it.

Greta was and unusual girl; by the time she turned 10 she was revealing such powerful magic that even her parents were scared she would do something wrong. She was brought to Hogwarts for consideration and at the Ministry hearing it was decided that she would not be allowed to attend Hogwarts due to her uncontrolled abilities and the danger she presents for the other people.

After that Draco did what he did. He decided to put an end to their friendship and never think of it again, because he expected she would turn in by the time he started his second year, but the Ministry thought different. Now she was living all alone in a hut not far from Stonehenge which was really close to where his lived.

'I am quite surprised,' she said seeing as he walked in a bit nervously, evidently shy. – I didn't think you'd ever turn up after all that.

He glanced at her. She was prettier than ever: long braided dark hair, piercing dark eyes, slim… what was he thinking? It had struck him now how wrong he was for seven years.

'Alright, you can remain silent, I know why you're here.'

Yes, and she always knew what he thought, obviously being better in Legilimency than he was in Occlumency. What else could you do if you had no life? Learn things, of course.

'I'm,' he began shyly. 'I've lost my wand and the new one won't listen to me, so…'

'I said I know already,' she spat angrily chewing bubble gum. His insides twitched. She loathed him more than he thought.

'Alright,' she said again. 'I believe it was Lucius who asked you to go here, which really surprised me, but I'm more surprised you even showed up. So what can you do?'

What could he do?

'Nothing.'

'Predictable.'

'Well thank you for being so attentive,' he spat blushing slightly, 'but I can't even control any wands now, as you may have noticed.'

She sighed.

'I won't promise I can teach, but you'll get better with wands, really.'

He sat down on the couch looking around. She still had the stupid phoenix figures Dumbledore gave her for any spell she had learnt. The bookshelf was enormous as usual packed with books on wandless Transfiguration, Potion-making, Charms, blah… She reminded him of Granger when she was reading, of Potter when she was nervous, of Weasley when it came to her cruel humor, but most of all she reminded him of himself when she was sneering, making rude comments, throwing insults the way only he could.

'You're staring.'

'Sorry.'

She had that freakish sixth sense. She could feel him watching even though she had turned her back on him while finding the book she needed.

'This,' she sat down beside him, his nose filling with the scent of herbs she was obviously experimenting with while she had nothing else to do, 'is the book that will require your full attention.'

What attention was she talking about? His full attention was drawn to the sight of her legs now since she was dressed into Muggle jeans. She changed a lot since he last saw her. She wasn't that arrogant before, but she was never so beautiful. Were those childish games just games or she had feelings for him even then when…

'Are you listening?'

He shook his head quickly.

'Yes.'

'What was I saying?'

'Full attention… I guess.'

She sighed again.

'Alright, Malfoy, you'll never change. I'm surprised to see you ever ended up finishing school at all, let alone the battle for the castle.'

He was crushed. She knew him too well even after the six years he didn't see her. He noticed she stopped chewing and was staring at him now. He returned the stare.

'Are you still dating her?'

'Who? Oh… no, no, we broke up.'

Greta sat silent for a moment or two then stood up. He was watching her, the way she moved. He couldn't resist it… he wanted her. Yet she will never give in to him, he had made a mistake and he'll never be forgiven.

'Read it before tomorrow's evening and then we'll talk,' she said closing the door behind her.

He looked down at the fat book she left on the couch beside him and raised an eyebrow. And then they'll talk? Has she lost her mind? Obviously… He saw a set of sheets and a pillow on the desk beside the window. She had a small hut, one living room which was like her office and only one bedroom. Evidently, she wouldn't let him into her bed… for now. He smirked and started unfolding the white sheets before laying down and opening the book.