She gulped. This was real. He was moving in, right across the way. This was not something she could run from. But I'm trying my hardest to, she insisted.
Hermione had done her best to forget him. And here he was, ruining all of her hard work. She felt a slight blush creep up her shoulders, sure he could notice. She wasn't used to all this attention—especially attention from him—even if he was fumbling for words. Draco Malfoy was here, gaping at her. Ruining all of her resolve to forget ever wanting him and making her even more late.
Draco had forgotten her. Hermione. Brightest witch of their age. How could I ever have—Seeing her in this outfit. This morning. Merlin. He felt shallow. He knew he was being an arse, but Draco couldn't resist letting a small smirk creep over his porcelain features. She cleared her throat, impatient. "I just... I wanted to say: living across from you should be fun" he said, glowering, and started back down the hallway, leaving her to crimson at his words.
It wasn't like he moved here on purpose. He'd been bought by the Wimbourne Wasps. He had a week to get settled in his new place before starting practice. Merlin, he swore, heaving boxes into his living room. Hermione Granger. He quickly located his owl's cage and, pulling a scroll out from another box, began scribbling away at the parchment. Chuckling to himself, he carefully set out two sets of dishes for dinner that night.