Chapter Two?! More like Chapter Woohoo! Except not. Because everything you'd recognise is owned by J.K Rowling. Anyways, onwards!
It was strange to see her, after all those years, though he'd seen her pictures in magazines before. Her hair had calmed down quite a bit. Her eyes, he realised, were not actually a mud colour, and were quite lovely, more amber than brown with little flecks of gold that caught in the light. Her features have the feel of a classic, ancient beauty, much unlike many of his conquests who have enough make-up and surgical enhancement to drown three cows. Her lips are coloured a rich scarlet, and they would be pretty, if not for the unfortunate scowl that had settled itself upon her face.
"Not so happy to see me, Granger? Cause if that's the case, I suppose we might just have to cut our pleasant meeting short." Draco stood up to leave.
"Sit." She snapped at him, as if he was a dog. "God, Malfoy, it's been years, grow the hell up, would you?"
"I will. Once Weasel-bee tears himself away from the pussy of that slut, Lavender and comes running back to you, Queen of Prudes. Or has Potter managed to get into your pants?" That famous smirk graced his features again. The sound of water sloshing and glass smashing came from the corner where Blaise was standing; he had choked in surprise and dropped his glass.
Hermione was appalled. Malfoy hadn't gotten any more mature than he was in their Hogwarts years, in fact, she may have to say that he'd gotten worse! "My sexual life and sexual behaviour is my business and my business only," she said, stiffly, then snapped her fingers in Blaise's direction, fixing the cup with wandless, wordless magic. Both Slytherins were quite impressed by that show of magic. Magic without any words, nor help of a wand was incredibly difficult. And as to do it with such ease and inattention, was not an easy feat. Blaise knew this very well, he'd tried a trick like this once, and his date that night, a student formerly from Beauxbatons had sprouted chicken wings. They no longer spoke. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione interjected, "So, why should I have you?"
"Why should I have you?" The blonde said, automatically. "Wait. What?" Blaise groaned. "Well, go on, you git! You're supposed to be my manager, explain!"
"Okay. Granger, it would be a pleasure if Draco here was hired as your bodyguard." Malfoy spat out the Scotch he'd been drinking and Hermione spluttered in protest. "Wait. I'm not done. There are some obvious reasons for doing so. One, Hermione, you'd obviously get your horrendous ex-boyfriend off your back. Two, Draco has a lot of say in the pureblood circle, and would help the very people you're trying to convince to listen to what you have to say. Three, to the rest of the wizarding world, this would be his redemption. The proud, haughty ex-death eater, falls for a muggleborn? Bloody fantastic, if I do say so myself. Four, it would obviously be much safer for Hermione if Draco was around, and there would be much less mobbing." At the indignant expression painted on both their faces, he said in a tone that a 3rd grade teacher might frequent, "Think about it."
"But, it's Granger! It's mudblood Granger!" Draco whined, childishly. "And isn't she supposed to be the brightest witch of our age? Can't she take care of herself? And why does she need me to get Weasels Measles off her back?"
"I am the brightest witch of the age, and I can take care of myself. Ron and I never even went out, and he never even had measles! Besides, what'd you know about anything? Zabini, you know how immature Malfoy can be, and besides, he can't act. He'd never be in love with me." She pouted prettily, fluttering her lashes at the Italian wizard.
"True," Draco pitched in, rather unhelpfully. "And if you didn't get with the Weasel king, who? Not Potter, he went for Weaselette."
Hermione sighed, dramatically, "If you must know…"
Draco had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, that was a bit he'd heard one too many times from his teas with Pansy, and when he and Astoria were a thing, it'd only surprised him a bit when the Mudblood princess said such an attention seeking pureblood line. "Yes, I must know, I need to know who I'm protecting you from," both Hermione and Blaise noted that the blond wizard had skipped around the fact that he'd said 'I'm protecting,' instead of 'I might protect,' "besides, it's not like I'd know the Gryffindor scum you frolicked around with," he finished, a smirk plastered on his handsome face.
"First of all, Ferret, he is not Gryffindor scum, and secondly, you do know this sewer rat, in fact, all three of you were mates!" The slim brunette reclined in her chair, as she watched the two Slytherins puzzle it out. A Slytherin…close with Blaise and I. Gregory? No way, we still kept in touch, and eeugh! Crabbe… just disgusting! Not even Granger would stoop that low. Besides, no one would need a bodyguard to keep him away. No… someone popular and good looking enough to actually be friends with me, but we haven't talked in ages, so I don't know what's up. Daphne? No, Granger isn't a lesbian. Right? No, Blaise said ex-boyfriend. That could only be…
"Theodore Nott!?" Blaise exclaimed. "You, Gryffindor's golden princess, dated the dangerous and brooding Theodore Nott?!" As Zabini tried to close his own mouth, Draco was nearly fuming with anger.
"Deal. I'm hired."
"I hire you, but yes, sure, you're hired. Deal."
So, next chapter we'll get into why Draco is so upset with Theo. Review? Suggestions? I've got the ending all planned out, but the middle I'm not quite sure. Help? -xoxo sighmalfoys