Draco Malfoy p3
The crowd was cheering loudly. The famous Harry Potter had just gotten even more famous. Not because he had joined the triwizard tournament without being old enough, but because he had just battled a dragon.
"You look a fright." Sophie heard a voice behind her, slick and mocking. Malfoy. She turned around and gave him a glare. "What do you want!?"
"I'm mildly hurt you don't remember. We had plans tomorrow, you recall?" He replied as he walked beside her.
"Well, only to agree on a strategy." She rolled her eyes. It was almost as if she had an allergy against Malfoy. Whenever he was around she had the sudden urge to roll her eyes and got nauseous by the mere sight of him.
"It's a date." He said almost jokingly and walked past her.
"If you wanted a date you should've asked Parkinson."
She heard a chuckle coming from him as she looked at his back. Without warning his arm swung out, holding her scarf.
"Hey, that's mine!" she exclaimed and couldn't help but giggle a little. Malfoy turned around and looked at her with a grin. To her surprise it wasn't one of those mocking grins. It seemed more like… she didn't really have an idea what it was more like, though she knew she had never seen that expression on his face ever before.
"Why, what's in it for me?" He joked, walking backwards so she wouldn't catch up with him.
"I won't hurt you."
"Ha, you couldn't hurt me."
"I believe you are flirting with me, mr Malfoy."
"What!?" He stopped suddenly, long enough for Sophie to fetch her scarf. She chuckled while she hung it around her neck.
"Later, Malfoy.""Can I have it back?" she asked, trying to cover up her smile.