Chapter 2
After Draco introduced himself to the intimidating little girl he would one day call "Granger", he returned to the kitchen taking his seat. His suspicious exit and return, gained him disapproving looks from both his parents, especially his father who sat across from him glaring from underneath his hooded dark eyes.
Draco broke away first, returning to his tea and trying to engage himself in his mother and Mrs. Grangers conversation on how to properly tend to a garden. Of course his mother couldn't have been that interested, she did nothing for herself, if she wasn't using magic to get something done she was demanding one of are poor house elves to do the dirty work, besides I don't think there discussing the type of plants his mother was interested in.
Losing interest he turned his thoughts towards the girl he met in the hallway. He had been intending to find the bathroom but was taken aback when he witnessed the door slam behind the young girl. At first he thought he had used magic, but a few seconds later, and a good look at the emotion shown on her face he realized that it must've been her. Hiding behind a closet door he finally mustered up the courage to approach her. He didn't know why he was so nervous; he was Draco Malfoy, part of one of the most respected families in the Wizarding World, at least a section of it anyway. He put his best "I'm better than you are" smile on his face, that he'd been working on since he could understand his parents, closed the closet door behind him, and swiftly turned the corner of the hallway.
He was taken aback when he heard her call out to her mother. Ignoring her shouting he continued to approach, lacking no confidence. At the same time he finally reached her, Hermione looked up. He recognized the presence of shock on her face but what affected him the most was the look that she continued to give him. It was if she was starring right into him, like she knew all his secrets, all his families secrets that he wasn't even supposed to know. This disarmed the nine year old boy to the point where he could handle it no more. In his mind the only way to keep himself a secret was to block himself out completely.
Regretting his choice to introduce himself he quickly said his name, hesitating after looking down at the boot that was still attached to her foot; the least he could do was help her out, so he swiftly waved his hand and placed the boot delicately beside the other. She looked up at him once more, face wet from tears of frustration, it was clear that she had never seen magic, which meant she was either a adopted or a Mudblood because her parents clearly weren't anything of the magical sort. Remembering the situation at hand he'd said his name once more, adding his last name, making it less friendly and more formal, and walked away.
"And this is our pride and joy Hermione", shrieked Mrs. Granger, bringing Draco back to the present.
He quickly glanced up and caught the girl with the pink boots starring up at him from the doorway of the kitchen. Hermione, so that was her name, he concluded that he would figure out some kind of nickname if they were to be acquaintances.
"Come on in darling, these are the Malfoy's they moved in next door last night, remember how the Belmont's moved away last month", Mr. Granger addressed.
"Pleasure to meet you", purred Mrs. Malfoy in the flirtatious tone she seemed to take on whenever in conversation.
Hermione composing herself quickly switched her gaze towards Draco's parents.
"The pleasure is all mine", she smiled sweetly, showing no sign of the tears she shed moments ago.
"This is our son, Draco, I hear you two are the same age, hopefully you will become good friends", said Mrs. Malfoy.
Draco knew that his mother wanted nothing more than to bolt out of this "hut they call a house" as she referred to it earlier, and back to the grand Malfoy estate. Despite her wants it wasn't possible. They were in hiding in the Muggle world. After planned attacks on other members of the family,he had packed up his family, and they've been on the move ever since. He wondered how they were going to handle the news about his new findings. Draco wasn't supposed to associate with Mudbloods and although he didn't know why, he simply accepted it and moved on.
"I think it's time we be going, we have much unpacking to do", Mr. Malfoy declared, finally speaking.
"Ah yes we must!" cried his wife.
They gave Draco a pointed look, and he slowly got up following his parents. As he reached the doorway of the kitchen he slowed and looked up at Hermione.
"It was nice meeting you", he said with a wink.
"I wish I could say the same", Hermione retorted with a snort, turning her back on him.
Maybe preventing a friendship wouldn't be as hard as Draco thought. The only thing that scared him was he was upset and distraught about the idea of not getting to know Granger.