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Just a little thing that came to me. I hope to make it into a full fledged love sotry between DM and HG. I need you guys to review though!
This was not a place that respectable people frequented and Draco Malofy was nothing if not respectable. Walking down the narrow streets of Knockturn alley transported him back many years to when he served reluctantly under Lord Voldemort. It hadn't changed much. It was still dark and foreboding. Unsavoury types walked in and out of dirty shops. There was still… ahem, 'ladies of the night' trying to rope him in with their slutty appearances and throaty suggestions. The look on his face managed to deter all but one such 'lady'. She seemed a bit different than the others… Familiar somehow. There was no doubt that she was one of them with her tight black skirt, lacy blouse that exposed the creamy colour of her considerable cleave and he slathered on makeup. Her brown hair was held back in a rough ponytail. Several tendrils had escaped the savage bun, falling to frame her face with their curls. Draco stood there as she walked up to him, hips swaying and lips pursed. She stopped in front of him with hands places provocatively on her waist. She leaned towards him and whispered,
"What's up big boy? Looking for a little fun tonight?"
She leaned back and peered up at him uncertainly, waiting for his reaction. He was silent as he tried to place where he knew her from. Why was she so darn familiar?
"Well?" She said impatiently. She flipped her hair to the side and tilted her head as she looked at him quizzically. "Are you going to answer the question or not?"
It was like a light switched on his brain. But how could this woman, selling herself on a street corner be…
"Granger?"
Hermione frowned. "Do I know you?"
She took in his businessy appearance before raising her eyes. Almond brown took in the blond locks and stormy grey. They widened in recognition before squeezing tight in humiliation.
"Malfoy." It wasn't a question but a statement. It was bad enough that she had lowered herself to this to fund her growing alcoholism but being seen and recognised by Draco Malfoy after she had just offered her… service… It was just too horrible. She opened her eyes to see him regarding her with shock. Than came the questions.
"Is that really you? Why are you doing this? Surely you of all people could find another job! Where are Potthead and Weaselbee? Why are they letting you out wearing that? Isn't Weaselbee jealous?"
The questions continued. It had been a long, fruitless day and everything was just going over Hermione's head. She put up her hand to stem the flow of questions. She raised her eyes to his again.
"Please. You didn't see me here. Just go. Forget you ever saw me."
Her eyes pleaded with his before she turned and walked away, whispering once more, "Please…"
Draco stood in shock for a few more seconds. 'Was that really Hermione Granger? The know-it-all? What was she doing on a street corner looking for all the world like she belonged?' He shook his head before turning around and leaving, his brain teeming with questions.
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P.S. Sorry about any mistakes!