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Chapter 2

After two full days of having Draco Malfoy in her house, Hermione was ready to pitch herself into the English Channel. Seeing as she was a horrid swimmer, this would be a bit of a problem. Ignoring the impulse to apperate somewhere to the far English Countryside just to get away from his incessant questions, she took to drumming her fingers against the counter and deep breathing.

"Are you positive you've put up enough wards Granger?" Draco asked, peering out into the backyard. It was a lovely summers day and he was more than egger to go outside and inspect her house and garden and probably criticize a few things, but the thought of just stepping out into a backyard where any nosey neighbor can see him unnerved him to no end. Which made him question Hermione's every action.

"Yes." Hermione had checked her previous wards then added a few to hide any prying eyes so that Draco could walk about on the property without being seen. Anyone looking in would only see blurred figures and assume she had a guest. Of course Draco didn't trust her judgment since he hadn't yet learned to trust her. With the way things were going she was beginning to doubt he'd ever trust her; but for her to help him he was going to need to. But that was easier said than done.

"Have you checked to make sure?" He looked over his shoulder at her to see her massaging her forehead.

"Malfoy please either go outside or leave me alone to set up tea will you?" She sighed exasperatedly and picked up a tray sitting on the counter.

With a huff, he swung open the door and grabbed the tray from her hands then marched outside, halting as soon as the sun touched his skin. He literally froze as the panic raised inside of him, once again second guessing Hermione's wand work. Taking a deep breath to untie the knots already forming in the pit of his stomach he took a sweeping glance of his surroundings, noticing the patio set up. Quickly, he walked over to shield himself under the roof and set down the tray on the small table. Still nervous, he patted his pocket to touch his wand and nodded to himself, secure in the knowledge that if anything went wrong at least he had his wand.

"Not so bad now is it?" Hermione's sweet yet slightly mocking voice caught him off guard. He spun around to see her standing behind him holding another tray, this one filled with tea cups and saucers.

"Is that it?" He asked quietly, his eyes darting about as he slowly took the tray from her grasp.

"Yes. Have a seat and relax will you? They should be here in a moment." Hermione had invited both Ron and Harry over to explain the situation to them.

Slowly, Draco sat down and crossed one ankle over his leg before the exact meaning of her words hit him. "They? Who exactly are they Granger?"

Dreadfully late, she realized her mistake and felt the heat working up into her cheeks as she busied herself by setting up for tea.

At her silence, Draco's eyes narrowed and his frown turned into a scowl. "Granger. Tell me you only invited Potter."

Slightly embarrassed at her slip, she took the seat opposite him and fluffed up her curls. "Well, at first I just invited Harry…but then…"

"Then what?"

"Ron overhead and he…he sort of…"

"Weaseled his way in?" He raised a mocking yet concededly annoyed eyebrow at her. "So you're telling m-"

Suddenly Hermione looked to her right. "Harry's here." She whispered and glanced back at Draco to see his jaw click shut. "Be nice."

"Hermione?" Harry's voice called from near the front of the house.

"In the back Harry!" Her eyes darted to Draco just as he went ridged and his eyes hardened; he had officially closed himself off.

Within seconds, Harry Potter came trotting around the house, a grin on his face. "Hey Hermione!" He greeted happily as she jumped up out of her seat and slid easily to the side to hide Draco from his view. "How are you?"

Hermione smiled nervously at him. "Doing alright Harry, how about yourself?"

Harry walked up to her and moved to embrace her only to be stopped and held at arm's length. "Now Harry, remember what I told you earlier? How you must hear me out?" She spoke clearly and loudly as though addressing a three year old.

A frown appeared on his face but he nodded. "Yeah alright what's going on?"

Slowly, she stepped to the side and reviled Draco Malfoy. "Hullo Potter." Draco greeted coldly with a slight nod of his head.

"Malfoy?"

Draco didn't answer him, he just sat there watching Harry and bit his tongue to hold back all of the smart remarks that sprang into his head at his expression. Much to Draco's annoyance, Harry Potter looked almost exactly the same as he had years ago except for a few changes; he had traded in his old glasses for new barely there frames, he had bulked up a bit which was probably from Auror training, his skin was much darker and his hair was no longer a wild mess but now a more manageable purposefully tussled look; which was most likely the Weaselette's doing seeing as he was currently scratching at his hair like a rabid squirrel.

Harry sighed, shook his head and rubbed his eyes before turning to face Hermione. "Hermione what's going on? What's he doing here? Is he turning himself in?"

At that, Draco scoffed but still didn't say anything.

Green eyes narrowed on him but Harry continued to address Hermione. "Hermi-"

"Have a seat Harry." She sighed and sat back down opposite Draco, a calm placid look on her face. "This is going to take awhile."

"Can you at least tell me if I'll be taking him?" Harry pointed his finger at Draco who still hadn't moved.

"That's quite rude Potter." Draco glared out of the corner of his eye and turned up his nose slightly.

Harry glowered at him but took a seat anyways and looked between Hermione and Draco. "Well? What's going on here?"

Hermione looked at Draco only to see him close his eyes and take a deep breath; she took that as an okay to tell Harry. "Well, let's start with everything we've heard about Malfoy is wrong."

Harry only raised an eyebrow. "Really? Somehow I doubt that 'Mione."

"I know it sounds…farfetched but really Harry you of all people should know about rumors. Remember school?" She rose a knowing yet sympathetic eyebrow at him, it was then it dawned on her that Harry came alone. "Where's Ron?"

Harry scowled and shrugged. "Got caught up in paperwork. Asked me to fill him in later."

"Sorry about that jib." She apologized, bleatingly realizing that she had dampened his mood with her unintentional backhanded comment about school. It did however, did a good. In his eyes she saw mild sympathy, he had finally connected to Draco; something he never had done before.

"Just move on with it and tell me what this is about." He mumbled dejectedly. This was not what he expected when Hermione gave him a ring earlier; he expected tea and some sandwiches since she couldn't make it to drinks with them before but defiantly not a lecture on Draco Malfoy's behalf.

"Well, Malfoy here is actually, in fact a victim." Hermione stated.

"What a load of cobblers." Harry muttered.

"Harry!"

"Sorry."

"Come out of your bloody nark will you and listen!"

"Sorry!" He held his hands up in defense and sat back with a sigh. "I'm listening I'm listening." Though he really wasn't interested; Draco Malfoy was a criminal. He evaded arrest, damaged public and private property and on top of it all, he nicked food from shops; it was Harry's job as Head Auror to bring him in.

Hermione sighed and tried again; she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "He's actually a victim of false information and even misinformation, false accusations, biased judges, his parents abandoned him and thanks to all of the rumors he-"

"Okay okay I get it Hermione. He's a victim. But what do you want me to do?" Harry sighed and rubbed his face. "I already took the stand for him back wh-"

"But it was set up Harry. You're Head Auror surely you can do something?"

Harry looked at Hermione and for the first time in ages, saw pleading eyes staring back at him. Hermione wasn't the type to beg or plead for anything unless she had the facts to back it up, so that meant she knew something about the Ferrate she wasn't telling him. "What do you know you're not telling me 'Mione?" Green eyes narrowed as he stared at her, trying to figure out what was really going on.

"Harry…please for now just-"

"I suppose I can have the department lower his threat level and have them focus on something else for a bit." He mumbled and played with the sandwich in front of him, not really understanding why Hermione wanted him to help Draco Malfoy of all people. Everyone knew the Malfoy's had a dodgy reputation, why would she even question it after all they've been through thanks to King Ferret himself? What did she find out that he, Head Auror didn't?

"And the rumors?"

"What am I suppose to do about that? Go around to every citizen and talk Malfoy up to them?" He rolled his eyes. "Honestly 'Mione we all know what a foul prat he was in school and how he-"

"You're a real bloody twat you know that Potter!" Draco sneered and stood up then walked away without a backward glance.

Hermione watched to make sure he went inside the house before she slapped Harry on the arm, cringing as he fingers connected with hard muscle. "Harry!"

"What?" He shrugged and frowned as she rubbed her now sore fingers. "He was-and as far as I can see still is-a prat. Still is the same arsehole I remember." He glanced over his shoulder at her house. "Is he really staying with you?"

"Harry." Hermione moaned and slumped over the table, burying her face in her forearms. "I told you to look beyond the surface." Her voice came out muffled and drained.

Harry frowned at her words but relaxed into his seat, more at ease since Draco left. "I did. I noticed that he just walked into your house without a second thought which reasonably can only mean that he's staying with you."

A bit proud at his observations, she propped her head up on her arms and looked at one of her best friends. Harry had defiantly grown since the war, he didn't become Head Auror because of his name or what he did in the war, he really did earn his position through hard work and determination. He worked physically and mentally, training himself to become more observant and work out lies. But he was no Hermione and he still had to come to her on the more complicated cases. "Harry; yes granted you noticed that but I meant for you to look past him."

At that, he frowned, genuinely confused.

"I mean," She sighed and rubbed her eyes, thankful that she hadn't had any time to put on any makeup this morning. "The way he looked, and sat. Didn't you notice it was all an act?"

"He's always acting 'Mione. He doesn't know what it is to just be himself, everything for him is this big grand production." He shrugged indifferently. "Anyway when are you coming back to work? Law Enforcements has been a bloody nightmare since you've been calling out every day."

"I don't know-I'll return to work soon. But If that's all you saw then you weren't really looking at him were you Harry?"She placed one of her hands over his. "You still don't bare a grudge against him do you?" Gingerly she rubbed her fingers over his knuckles, feeling the old scars earned from years of hard work. Harry wasn't one for holding grudges but things always were a bit different when Draco Malfoy was involved; there was always a row to be had, one last cheeky comment to be tossed in.

"I saved him and his bloody parents. I think that's answer enough."

"You saved them all because of Mrs. Malfoy. You felt indebted to her."

"Hermione." He groaned and flipped his hand to squeeze her fingers, begging her to just tell him everything so he knew where he really stood. "What do you want me to do? Just tell me, you know I can't ever figure out your…your words."

She bit her inner check against the smile threatening to break out on her face. "I'd-we'd like you to do what you can Harry. You have influence over very nearly everyone. Surely you can do a little talking up about how he's changed and whatnot."

Harry bit down on a smart remark about how the blonde ferret hadn't changed one bit since he last saw him and instead nodded. "Alright. I'll do what I can…but tell me," He looked up at her and squeezed her hand once more. "Why are you helping Malfoy? It'd be easier if you'd just let me take him in 'Mione, you know that."

At his words she just shrugged. Why was she going out of her way to help him? She herself didn't really know. "I don't know Harry. I just-he needs help and no one else will help him…and I feel sort of guilty you know? We've done well since the war but him…" She trailed off uncertainly.

"And you know for a fact that this is all just one massive cock up?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Harry!" She chided and jutted her chin out. "But for the sake of plainness yes. Malfoy's…innocent."

Harry nodded and studied his best friend, watching the way her eyes drifted off and her fingers started drawing aimless patterns on his hand, the way her lips quirked up in a small smile every few seconds and the relaxed demeanor she had. "You seem happy." He blurted out, blushing as soon as the words left his lips.

"What?"

He shrugged and withdrew his hands from her own. "Well you do. Happier than you've been in awhile."

"Explain yourself Harry."

"Well…before you'd always be a little tense and…not genuinely happy-Ron and I aren't that thick to not notice when you're fake laughing at us 'Mione- but all of a sudden you're relaxed and smiling." He shrugged. "It's not a bad thing. Really it isn't. Whatever's got you this way I'm grateful for it." He smiled and reached over to give her a one armed hug. "So long as it isn't alcohol that is." He chuckled then stood up. "I've got to go-ran away from the office you know. Tell Malfoy I'll do what I can and that he's still a wanker in my book." With that said, he disapperated through the wards.

Hermione sat at the table for a while blushing, she really didn't think they noticed when she was just a second too late laughing at their jokes or never actually relaxed around them. It wasn't like she didn't like hanging out with them, it was just awkward for her. Harry had Ginny and Ron was too busy working in Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and climbing the ranks of Auror's; his life was stress enough without her tossing her problems on him. She knew deep down that if she had any problems she could always count on them but where was the line? Harry was finally happy for once in his life; he had a job and a caring girlfriend, Ron was standing on his own for once and genuinely thrilled about that but what about her? Sure she was respected but she wasn't happy. But who was she to bring them down just because at this point in her life she wasn't satisfied?

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"I don't want help from that pillock." Draco snapped as soon as she opened the back door.

Hermione's eyebrows shot up at the venom laced in his voice but calmly came in and shut the door behind her. "You didn't kick a fuss when I said so before. And you need him." She kept her voice level and unruffled, knowing that yelling at Draco will only make him louder and more reckless. He liked drama, he knew how to maneuver himself in it; but when things were handled peacefully he was out of his element and that gave her the upper hand.

"Were you even there Granger?! He wanted to have a row with me! The bloody-he's blinkered!" He ran a hand through his hair and glared at her.

"Harry isn't blinkered Malfoy." She calmly stated.

"Oh yeah? He kept bringing up shite from school; to me that says he's a bleedin-"

"Malfoy please." She took a deep breath and held up both of her hands. "To be fair, you did a lot of things to him back then. He reserves the right to be sore about you."

At that he snorted and moved to stalk out of the room.

"He said yes." She watched as he stopped his back straight and breathing low. "Harry's going to help you…in what way he can." Slowly, her eyes traveled over his slim shoulders hidden beneath the white v-neck and down his long back to his lean hips and ill fitting jeans. He was wearing Hermione's extra clothing; which was not up to his taste in the least, especially the trousers since they were bought for Harry who usually wears muggle clothing. But even though they hung loose on his sick like frame, he somehow managed to look rather dashing in them.

"What a good Samaritan he is." Draco muttered darkly then stalked out of the room, down the hall and into 'his' room.

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Mildly confused but in an all around good mood since he knew exactly where Draco Malfoy was, Harry returned to his office and sent an Owl to Ron to meet him down at the local meat pie shop for a bit of a late lunch. He still had several stacks of paper work to fill out but his mind just wasn't in it; he was too preoccupied with what Hermione asked him to do and trying to figure out a way to tell Ron without igniting another bonfire. "I give up." He muttered and stood up, stretching his back. With a sigh, he grabbed his coat hanging on an overfull coat rack near the door and walked out of his office. "Seamus?" He called and peered around the divider hiding his office from public view.

"Yeah Harry? Whatcha need?" Seamus asked happily as he leaned back in his chair. He's currently working as Harry's secretary but really more like a body guard; he usually kept Harry on task and made him file the required documents before the deadline and kept away all of the crazed fans. Harry had accidently walked into him about a year ago in the canteen only to find out he was working at one of the lower jobs in the Ministry and right away offered him the job as his secretary. He felt more at ease giving Seamus the job than any of the women who applied; at least he was positive Seamus wouldn't try to slip a Love Potion into any of his drink or food.

"Nothing, just heading out for a late lunch with Ron."

"Thought you went to Hermione's? Cook something odd again did she?"

At that, Harry grinned, instantly remembering the cheesecake she attempted to make a few months ago. Hermione was an excellent cook; she could make nearly anything, except American deserts. "Something like that." He moved to walk out the door then turned back. "Can you pull up the papers on Draco Malfoy for me and leave them on my desk?"

Seamus frowned in curiosity but nodded. "Yeah of course 'Arry."

"Thanks." With that said, Harry left his office and turned down the hall to the apparition point. Hoping Ron would already be there waiting at the pie shop. Resisting the urge to puke at the familiar pull as he apperated, he leaned against the alleyway wall for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and walking out onto the walkway.

"Harry!" He heard Ron's voice call him to the left; he turned to see the red head already sitting down at one of the tables with two bags of pies and a tea maker. Grinning at the sight, Harry hurried over and took a seat. "How you doing mate?" Ron asked around a mouthful of pie. "Bought these for you." He shoved one of the bags towards Harry.

"Thanks Ron." Harry accepted the bag but grabbed a mug to begin to make his tea.

"So what did 'Mione want?" Ron asked before he took a bite out of his meat pie, moaning the second he began to chew. "This is delicious!" He complemented before shoving the remainder into his mouth.

Politely, Harry avoided looking at Ron in the face and instead focused on making himself a cup of tea. "Well honestly…you won't believe it."

"Try me. What's she up to now? Oh God…it isn't that Elf rubbish again is it?"

"No." Harry chuckled as he tossed two sugars into his cup. "It's about Malfoy."

At that, Ron began to choke on his mouthful and pounded on his chest before gasping for air and downing his bottle of water. "What?!" He wiped his eyes and cleared his throat. "Blimey Harry, thought you just said Malfoy."

Harry shrugged and sat back in his chair with his cuppa in hand. "I did."

Ron frowned and grabbed another pie. "What's she want with Malfoy? Shite, bugger isn't bothering her is he? Told you you should have-"

"That isn't exactly it Ron." He cut him off and rubbed behind his neck, trying to ward off the pain beginning to ebb up his skull. "'Mione thinks-says that Malfoy's been tricked into the situation he's in now. Say's that all the rumors are false."

"'Mione said that?"

"Yeah."

"Why's she saying that?"

"Probably what Malfoy told her."

"Sounds a bit dodgy to me Harry." He shook his head as he munched on a bite of pie. "Hang on…I'm missed a few bits here…'Mione's talked to Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?"

Harry nodded and took one of his meat pies to eat.

"When did this happen?"

"I don't know." Harry answered around a mouthful of pie. "Apparently they're living together."

At that, Ron's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "Hermione and Draco? Under the same roof? Bloody hell…where have I been?"

"Same place as me I bet."

"This I've got to see." Ron's eyes narrowed. "Don't suppose he's imperioed her do you?" He whispered conspiringly and glanced around to make sure there wasn't any muggles nearby.

"No." Harry shook his head and sipped his tea. "Hermione's still Hermione and Malfoy's still the same twat."

"Bollocks. If he'd imperioed her-hang on! We know where he is! Let's go bring him in!" Ron jumped up and turned to grab his coat only to feel a zap hit him in the arm. "Ow! Harry you-"

"Yes I hit you with a stinging hex." Harry sighed and placed down his cup of tea on the table, having already pocked his wand. "Sit down Ron, you're not going to like the news I've got to tell you."

Nervously but still curious, Ron retook his seat and picked up his fourth meat pie and waited patiently for Harry to begin.

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"Granger, honestly when are you going to go shopping? These…this clothing you have me wearing is hideous." Draco complained, having finally pulled himself from his room, most likely because of boredom. This had been the routine since he came; he'd come out in the morning in search of food, then sit in the one of the rooms reading the mornings papers while sipping tea, ask endless questions about muggles since he made a habit of reading the muggle papers first, then read the Daily Prophet and complain about wizards, lock himself in his room when Hermione snapped at him, then come crawling out when he got bored complaining about one thing or another.

"Malfoy, please. Be happy you have anything to wear at all. Now come over here you need to learn at least how to work a microwave." She motioned him into the kitchen.

"What the bloody hell is a…mico…wave?" He frowned as he obediently followed her into the kitchen, scratching the back of his head when she gestured to a large rectangle contraption hanging over what she previously pointed out was the muggle cooker.

"This." She opened the door. "Is a microwave. One of the easiest things to operate."

Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "And what, exactly does it do Granger? Looks rather beastly from over here." He sneered at it. He had come to terms with the fact that unless he touched something, it wasn't going to work or harm him in anyway but the fact that he knew nothing about muggle machinery unnerved him immensely.

Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead closed the door. "These are the buttons you press to heat things up." She pointed to the side of the now closed door. "Just press any of these numbers, then start and it'll heat up alright?"

Not wanting to look completely daft, Draco nodded though he really didn't understand a word she said. Buttons? Since when do you need to press a button to, what was it? Warm things up? Does she mean to warm up his pants in the morning? Can't he just hang them over the radiator overnight like a normal wizard?

"Good. Now this," She stepped aside to show him another contraption. "Is a coffee maker. Very simple to operate. This top here opens up." She pulled up the lid. "And you fill it with water to make how many cups you want. See here?" She pointed down the side to show him it was numbered. "Tells you how many cups. Now top here is where you put the coffee." She pointed at a bucket like contraption inside. "When you've set it all up just close it, make sure the pot is seated properly then click the button. Got it?"

Thoroughly confused by this mechanical contraption, he nodded slowly. "Alright…why not have a house elf Granger? They can do all of this."

Hermione took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Because Malfoy…House elves have rights too and…" She trailed off, suddenly realizing who she was talking to. Of course Draco Malfoy would just have a house elf do everything; it was how he was raised. To him it was perfectly normal to order around another being and have it do his bidding without a second thought. "This is the muggle way." She settled on answering.

He snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well the muggle way is stupid."

"Malfoy…" He massaged her forehead with her thumb and forefinger, trying to stop the blooming headache. "We discussed this remember? You're going to start helping out around here by cooking and cleaning." She had been giving him a break the first two days of being here, letting him get back some semblance of a normal life, a life that he didn't have to look over his shoulder every two seconds and wonder where he'd scrounge up his next meal. Giving him that time was a good decision because he no longer walked into every room wielding his wand and had gone from constantly glaring at her suspiciously to only doing it about twice a day.

"And I told you I don't cook or clean. That's servants work."

"Do you see any servants around here? Actually don't answer that."

"Granger what's that thing you watch in the lounge?" Draco cut her off, his attention already elsewhere. He had moved into the doorway, his eyes darting from Hermione to the living room expectantly. "Well?"

"Well?" She repeated, mildly annoyed at his demanding tone.

Grey eyes narrowed on her. "What is that thing Granger?"

Hermione sighed and bobbed her head then motioned for him to go ahead into the room. "The telly." She stated and picked up the remote. "This turns it on an-"

"But what is it?" He cut in and moved to stand beside her, his eyes trained on the television set in apprehension.

"It's a devise used to receive and…" She trailed off as it dawned on her that Draco wouldn't have inkling to what any of the words would mean. "It's for entertainment. Sort of like moving photographs but with a plotline…usually."

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Harry heaved a heavy sigh as he ran his hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair. How was he going to tell his best mate that Hermione asked him to talk Draco Malfoy up to everyone? Not only that, he needed to downgrade his threat level and start whispering in the Minister's ears that everything that happened to Malfoy was one colossal accident? "Ron…according to Hermione…everything we heard of Malfoy is a lie." He stated carefully, gauging Ron's reaction. Which was pointless because he looked completely blank.

"…So you're saying that according to 'Mione…Malfoy isn't an arsehole."

"No. He is an arsehole. But the rumors are all a bunch of lies."

"…Alright…" Ron mumbled slowly, not fully comprehending what he was saying. "So we're not capturing him today? But we're going to lay out a plan right? She's luring the Ferret into a false sense of security then we're going…" He trailed off uneasily.

Once again, Harry shook his head. "No…'Mione asked me to…do a little changing of perspective for uh…make people see Malfoy in a…different light."

Ron frowned, his mind racing to try and figure out what Harry was really saying. "Hermione wants you to put in a good word for Malfoy?"

"To the point yes. And lower his threat level."

"…Has she finally gone round the bend?"

"Actually no…oddly enough she seems happier for some reason."

"You sure she's not imperioed?"

"Positive. Nearly lectured me and everything."

"But we've got to go over there; this isn't normal Hermione behavior-and you say Malfoy's living with her?"

Harry nodded. "We can't just pop in."

"Can't we?"

"No...We've got to come up with some sort of plan though. I don't trust Malfoy alone with Hermione."

"Neither do I mate…got any ideas?"

Harry chewed on his lower lip for a minute before nodding. "Got one…not too sure how'd it work though."

"Better one than none."

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"You are quite odd you know that right?" Draco asked mildly as he leaned against the counter and watched Hermione as she went about cooking supper. His grey eyes followed every one of her movements, tracing her slim outline as she whirled this way and that. He was unexplainably mesmerized by how quick she moved, the way her fingers skillfully diced the carrots and her intense eyes; even when she cooked her eyes had a knowing, almost demanding gleam.

"That's quite rude." She stated flippantly, tucking one stray curl behind her ear.

Draco didn't even hear her he was too occupied staring intently at her hair, following each curl with his eyes as they tied messily into a low bun at the nape of her neck. His gaze then traveled down the back of her neck to the silver chain he never noticed before. It was thin, barely there and hung loose on her slim neck. What was on the chain? A locket? Is it just a chain? Who bought it for her? For surely she isn't the type to purchase jewelry for herself so who gave it to her? Was it Weasley? Potter? Her boyfriend? Does she even have a boyfriend?

"Malfoy? You alright there?"

At the sound of his name, Draco came out of his trance like state and felt heat creeping up the back of his neck having been caught."You're quite odd you know that Granger?" He muttered before turning on his heel and stalking into the living room.

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