The girl stood at the station, waiting for her train to arrive. Something about waiting for trains always tugged at her heart. It made her excited somehow; as if something magnificent were to happen at the next destination. As the train arrived at a screeching halt, passengers clambered on and off in a frenzy. Upon entering herself, she noticed the blonde haired man was sitting in her seat.
Well, then again it wasn't really hers. But she had always sat there. He had seen her sitting there. She obviously sat in that seat everyday. She would be forced to sit next to blonde haired boy. What was it about him that looked so familiar? Well, nevermind that, she thought, trying to push the thought out of her mind. She subconsciously pulled her book closer to her chest as she got closer to the man sitting in her spot.
She smiled politely as she took the seat next to him, stealing a glance at his rough jawline before cracking her book open to the marked page.
"Hello." he said suddenly. So much so that it caused her to flinch. She looked up awkwardly from her book. The blonde man was so much more handsome this close up. He had stormy grey eyes that were laced with a childlike gleam. He had a sharp but pleasant nose. A nose belonging to that of an aristocrat, she made sure to note. And all of it -from his forehead to his thin lips- were annoyingly, well, familiar. Dear lord, she thought to herself, how long have I been staring?
"Hello." she returned, her cheeks flushing a light pink as she said so.
"I'm Draco Malfoy." he said, offering his hand and giving her a dazzling wide grin. Now she knew she must have met him before. That smile- only one person could pull of a smile like that. But who was he? The image of the smile was there, in her mind, but everything around it was blurry, locked. And she couldn't seem to unlock it. It was rather irritating.
"Hermione Granger." she replied, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. "Have we met before? You look terribly familiar." she made sure to add quickly. The handsome man shook his head. "No, definitely not. I'd be sure to remember such a pretty face. But I do ride the underground often if that's what you mean."
Hermione could feel her cheeks reddening by the minute. Had he said she had a pretty face? This was all too ridiculous. He was obviously just a smooth young man, probably got his way most of the time by the looks of it. She willed her cheeks to return to their normal color. She wouldn't allow herself to fall so easily. Especially for some random guy she met on the underground.
"What are you reading?" he asked her, pointing at her book and snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked at the cover awkwardly, as if she had forgotten the title. "Pride and Prejudice." she said shortly. He stared at her blankly. "It's a romance." she tried. He nodded. "Makes sense." he said. The way he said it upset her. As if he had her all figured out. As if he knew her. And on top of that why did he have to sit in her spot? It was her spot. Didn't he know that? Somewhere far away the keeper of order in the universe was screaming. Maybe she just had OCD?
"Could I buy you a cup of coffee?" her heart nearly got stuck in her throat. Why did he want to have coffee with her? Why her of all people? Surely he had better options to choose from. She just wanted him to go away. Why couldn't he leave? Leave and get off of her spot. He should just stop talking to her. Doesn't he know she's not that kind of girl? He was so bold! Asking her for coffee when they'd only met just 2 minutes before. She would say no obviously. Definitely, actually. She would most definitely say no.
"I'd love some coffee." the words seemed to just slip out.