I don't like quidditch. I just don't see the point of it, and even if you don't like quidditch because of the heights, and avoid it, you still have to get up there to watch it. Quidditch fans are just so selfish. That is what I tell myself every time I have to go to one of these stupid things, and I have tried to tell my boss that quidditch isn't for me, the heights aren't for me, and the fans aren't for me. But alas, here I am at another one of these stupid things.
I am a journalist for the Daily Prophet, in fact head journalist, so that is why he gives the most coveted article to me, the quidditch match. Hah, like I have ever thought to myself, in ten years I see myself as a journalist who writes about quidditch.
I find my seat that is unfortunately in the top box, because I am press and deserve the best, and try not to look over the edge. Instead I look around, there is about five others up here, and based on the language two are speaking they are from Russia. Hmm, then there is a woman wearing a kimono, with a man wearing robes that say something in Japanese. Fantastic, no one here can speak English, this will certainly be very boring.
"Imagine that, all here by yourself Granger?" Okay count to ten backwards, I tell myself. I mean I have avoided him for this long, why does he have to show up here of all places.
"Pleasure Malfoy," I sure hope he catches on to the sarcasm. "I am here for work Malfoy," I tell him real calmly. Than to my utter dismay, he sits right behind me.
I look up at the weather report, oh no, high winds. Just great. Before I have to dwell on it to long though, the announcer begins the match.
Not ten minutes into the game, the winds really pick up speed, and all of a sudden the top box starts rocking, back and forth, back and forth. Oh god was that wood I just heard snapping. And then it hits me, I am going to die, at the ripe age of 26. I haven't even begun to live my live. I need to say goodbye, I can't just die right now.
"Oh my god, are we going to die!" I scream.
"For gods same, of course we aren't going to die," I hear Malfoy yell above the winds. It is a really high drop. I really will die. Then, without my control things start spilling out of my mouth, things I have never told anyone, why would I tell anyone now though, god I was doing so well.
"I had the biggest crush on Lockhart," I hear myself say.
"Harry and I kissed while Ron and I were going out," Why am I saying this? Just keep your mouth closed Hermione, I tell myself.
"I caught Viktor in bed with some girl."
"I hate this girl at work, Tiffany, so I sometimes hide her cell phone in the ceiling," Oh my god that was just twice come one, shut up. But I can't. It's like someone is forcing me to yell my biggest secrets out. Then, there is another big gush of wind.
"I lost my virginity in my parent's bed"
"I hate quidditch," Okay well that wasn't a secret.
Whenever I get drunk I end up singing Michael Jackson's Beat it."
"I steal Ginny's clothes behind her back all the time; I mean she just has so many she rarely notices."
"My mom thinks I love going to the symphony with her, but I always just sit there with headphones on, listening to the Doors, instead of listening to the symphony."
Another huge gush of wind, was that more wood snapping?!
"At the Prophet's Christmas party last year I had sex with the janitor after everyone left," Oh my god, did I seriously just say that, I was still a little drunk.
"My boyfriend thinks I wear a size 2 when I really wear a size 4."
"I am completely caffeine addicted; I have about 12 cups of coffee a day."
"I once went through my dad's change box and took the money to buy condoms."
"I caught Harry jacking off," Then I hear laughter, what? I look outside and realize the trees look pretty still, and the game looks like its been going on for a little while. OH MY GOD! I am totally mortified; I look behind me and groan. There is Draco Malfoy sitting there laughing, did he hear that? How much? This has got to me the worst day ever.
"Malfoy," I say tentatively, "Umm, do you think you could just, forget this?" I ask hopefully.
"Absolutely not Granger, that was just too funny, who knew Granger had all those secrets."
"Uhh, I umm, umm, Malfoy," Oh my god, my life is over. How could this ever happen to me? There is no way I can get out of this. So I do the first thing that comes to mind. Run. Well I didn't actually run, it was more like I calmly stood up and walked out without a look back. I know that is pathetic, but really what else was I suppose to do.
……….
Okay, so it has been a week and I have been Malfoy free. It is fantastic; I certainly hope that I do never see him again.
"Large, black coffee to go please." I ask at the local coffee shop I always stop at in the morning, of course I stop here, after my first cup pf the morning.
"So is that your third cup of the day?" No, no, no, no. this cannot be happening; he has never been here before.
"No," I reply with as much dignity I can muster, "It is only the second." Then he starts laughing, ugh can you even believe him.
"Granger, relax, I promise I won't kill you." I just glare in response.
"Large black to go," I hear someone scream, thank god. I rush up to the counter and grab the cup. I immediately relax and sigh into the cup, coffee is just so good. I make my way for the door only to have someone there holding it wide open for me.
"So where are you headed this early Granger,"
"Work," I reply curtly, "and why are you in my coffee shop anyway, you have never been here before."
"I walk past this coffee shop everyday, and I haven't had my morning coffee this morning, so I stopped in. Where do you work?"
He wasn't going to give up was he? "I am a journalist for the Daily Prophet, and I really should get going," I try to take a left up here, even though that way is much longer, it is worth it if it gets rid of him.
"I don't think so Granger, I know for a fact that going straight is the fastest way, in fact I work right next to the Daily Prophet building. Surely you never noticed that Malfoy Inc. is right next to your building?"
Okay, I will admit I have noticed it a couple of times, but I was hoping he was more of a work at home kind of guy.
"So, urr, Malfoy…about the quidditch match, will you…not tell anyone about it…please?" I somehow stutter out, god I can't even bear to look at him and his stupid smirk.
"Maybe, for a price."
"Are you blackmailing me Malfoy, god you are so low." Who does he think he is anyway, I can't believe him.
"Blackmailing is such an ugly word, call it a favor."
"No. whatever it is I am not doing anything."
"Then my dear, you will be getting some nasty phone calls from your friends and parents." Could he look anymore smug, god how I hate him.
"What?"
"Well you see, my mother is holding a party, and she wants me to have a date, all you have to do is accompany me."
"Why on earth would you ask me, why not some girl you can stand?"
"My mother told me she is sick and tired of the usual girls I bring home, so that is why I ask you, you look nothing like the girls I usually bring."
Have I said how much I hate him yet?
"And if I don't go, you will just tell everyone my secrets?"
"Yes," he says with a smirk.
"When?"
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"Saturday evening at 7," Then he walks promptly away, into Malfoy Inc.
Why does god hate me so much? Am I just some pawn he enjoys playing with?
