At this particular Sunday, was the coincidence that two old school mates met, at the most convenient way. Draco Malfoy headed straight to the golf court, his fans cheering behind him. It was a normal Sunday, at least for him, until the dance club next door had opened their gates, and a group of girls in frilly dresses poured out. But Draco had seen none but the last girl who trailed along, staring at her cell phone. Her hair was bouncing behind her as her graceful steps took her across the street. She was wearing ballerina shoes and a jacket over her top; no doubt the coach for the girls. Draco snapped back to reality as he remembered he came to play golf, and he flashed a cheeky smile at his fans and took his first shot, as always, which directly bounced in its hole, like it was rushing back home. He could hear cheers behind him.
None of that mattered. After a few rounds, he made an awful excuse to go get a drink of water—his fans were skeptical, because his canteen was right next to him—and hurried across the street. Something about that girl made his mind click.
"Hey!" he called to her, sitting on a park bench. "Do I know you?"
She sat up instantly, and squinted her eyes at me for a while, and as realization dawned on her, she gave me an indignant frown.
"Of course I know you, Draco Malfoy. I still remember when—"
He could hear his friend calling for him back at the court.
"Dude, Malfoy! Get your ass back in the game, was the girl really worth the sorry excuse for getting a drink?"
He felt his ears turn red. He made a mental note to kill him later.
"Uh, can I have your number? And what's your name?" he felt a little strange asking her that.
She stared right through me, as if pondering an ultimate decision.
"Alright Malfoy," she scribbled something on a note pad, and ripped it off. "Here. And it's Hermione Granger, star ballerina." she did a slight curtsey, and sauntered off in the opposite direction.
For some reason, her name made Draco's heart skip a beat.
The next day, Draco put a skip to his usual walk to the golf court, right after school ended. Realizing that he was exceptionally early, he knew exactly what to do. With a quick swipe of his hand, he pulled out his cell phone, and dialed Hermione's number, scribbled on that small piece of note paper. Somehow, the handwriting seemed familiar. Hermione answered on the second ring.
"Hermione Granger speaking. Who is rude enough to interrupt my ballet class?"
"It's-"
"Oh, it's you. How's your tennis game?"
"Golf."
"Oh, right. Golf. Can we talk later? You know I'm in a hard time. Also, stop sighing like that." And like that, she hung up.
Draco stared at the phone longingly, a mixture of feels inside. Embarrassed, because he didn't know he had sighed that much. Bored, because he still had a few minutes before practice started. But most of all? In love, because Hermione Granger was irresistable.
But he had no idea what he was in for.