This is my first Dramione fic. Not that I write that much. please feel free to leave a review, constructive criticisms are welcome. :) Thank you :D
She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, felt the temperature dropped a few degrees and felt eyes boring a hole through her soul. She drew her coat closer to her body as she looked behind her, and she was right, he was following her again.
He'd been following her the whole day and he had been blatant about it even smirking her way when she caught him. She didn't reproach him however, thinking that this was another ploy of his to get into her nerves…as always.
She sighed. Haven't he had enough?
It had been five years since the Dark Lord reluctantly left this world, two years since her relationship with Ron came to an amicable end, and a year since Draco Malfoy (who is still following her by the way) came to work with her in the Ministry of Magic, in the same department no less.
She had thought that he was a changed man but when he benevolently pointed out her mess of a hair and her apparent lack of taste in the fashion department on his first day of work, she placed him in the "forever a git" category. Then that became his usual greeting, much to her chagrin and to Ron and Harry's amusement. They teased her about it relentlessly, saying that Malfoy was just acting like a besotted brat in a playground; apparently for them bullying was a sign of affection. She played his game at first, but then got bored and just ignored him. That was when he started being creative with his teasing. When he saw that none of his barbs affected her anymore, he resorted to following her.
A rush of icy wind on her face got her out of her reverie. She looked behind her and smiled when she didn't spot him trailing her, she didn't let her guard down though. She continued walking to the café she frequented to after work, humming as she listened to the ice crunch beneath her shoes.
She entered the café and felt her spirit being uplifted as the aroma of coffee assaulted her olfactory senses. She sat on her favorite spot near a window then saw him sitting 3 tables away from her sipping coffee. She ignored him, thinking that it's natural for him to be here since, she always go there and he has been following her these past days.
A waitress approached her as she was perusing the menu. The waitress served her usual coffee with a note, asking when she will notice the person behind the note. She thanked the waitress for the coffee.
She took short strides to where Malfoy is currently enjoying his coffee. She took the seat to his right and gave him her most annoyed glare. "Out with it Malfoy, why are you following me?" she asked. He sighed, looked into her eyes and said in a nonchalant manner "Blame my parents Granger."
"Why," she asked, feeling a little anxious; his dad was a former death eater after all, and she helped with Voldemort's downfall. He smirked at her reaction while reaching for her hand across the table, "I hope you're not into catching flies with your mouth Granger, but if you must know, my parents told me to follow my dream, I'm just following orders."
With that, he got out of the café leaving a certain blushing brunette.
Maybe he was really acting like a besotted brat in a playground.