Hi guys sorry it is so short will update soon I promise.
I didn't tell anyone about our little moment in the hall. Since no one asked me about it I guessed that Draco hadn't either. It wasn't until three days later that I saw Draco again. We were meeting as usual in the library for the head's meeting.
It was a Saturday so I was wearing my slim fit jeans, brown boot-heels and a strapless grey top. I had my messenger bag slung over my shoulder and could feel it digging into my shoulder.
When I turned into the library Draco was already there. He was reading a battered paper back of 'Three Men in a Boat' in the window seat by our table. I walked around the back of the book shelves, standing at the Invisibility section I looked at him. I felt like a 15 year old. Peering around corners at their crush but that wasn't what this was, I told myself. This was just my way of working out how he ticks an anthropological study if you will.
He was sat leaning against the wooden frame of the window seat, one leg bent with his foot on the seat and the other hanging off the side. He had his arm against his knee and was holding the book in that hand. He was wearing a long sleeved black tight sweater and a pair of dark Jeans with sneakers. His hair was uncharacteristically messy. It suited him.
I shrugged my bag onto the other shoulder and walked towards him. He looked up as I came forward, folded the page and put it on the seat next to him. "Hi" he said running his eyes over my body, making me blush.
"Hi" I said, putting my bag down and rubbing my shoulder.
"You alright?" he said, watching me with his ice blue eyes.
"Yeah, my bag's just heavy that's all."
He smiled for a second and said "Why?"
I picked it up and passed it to him. He opened it and pulled out my 3 new books, pencil case and little make-up bag. He looked at the books one at a time, surveying them. The first was 'The Tales of Beadle the Bard' Which I had been carrying around since it had been passed on to me. The second was an old copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' and the third was 'Hogwarts: A History' I had decided to finally buy my own copy. He turned over my copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' and read the synopsis, he looked over the top of the book at me and lifted one eye brow in that 'what is this drivel?' look that guys do when they see something overly chick-flicky. He put it down then picked up my copy of 'Beadle the Bard' and looked it over with a slightly quizzical look "why?" he said holding it to the side of him and pointing at it. I took it from him and looked down at it.
"It was a gift." I said.
He nodded "who from?" I didn't want to answer him. I knew that really I owed him nothing but I didn't want to remind him of Dumbledore and what he had nearly done. He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes and I had to look down. When I looked back up again he sighed and said "never mind. Don't really care anyway." He said, adding a little harsh tone to his voice.
I slouched and sighed "Don't be so dramatic Malfoy it was just a gift from a teacher."
He grinned "Ah yes the teacher's pet Granger, nothing new there then."
I hit his arm with the book and he grinned then picked up 'Hogwarts: A History'. I had already started to annotate it in places. Just thoughts and references to things I knew. He flicked through it and stopped every few pages. Then he let out a little laugh and grinned at me and passed me the book open on page 41 "what?" I asked, taking the book from him and looking at the page. "Oh" I said. On the left margin I had made a few notes and one was a ringed piece of text about secret passage ways around the school where it referenced a secret passage way, which had been rumoured to exist, from the library corridor to the great hall. Next to the circled text I had written in red pen 'Draco's Passage'
"Draco's Passage, Granger?" He grinned.
"Yeah so? It's the passage you showed me. It makes sense."
He grinned at me again. "Yes Granger, it does, but since when have I been Draco? Ferret? Or Malfoy maybe? But Draco, not often a Gryffindor calls me that, especially not you."
I knew what he meant, and I knew what he was suggesting but I didn't want this. As I had told Ron, Draco, no Malfoy, wasn't my friend, Never was, never will be. So I glared at him. Pulled out the same red pen from my pocket and crossed out 'Draco's' replacing it with 'Malfoy's'.
He was still grinning at me and I rolled my eyes at him and pulled the folded piece of parchment with my brainstorm on it from my pocket.
"Right shall we get to work Malfoy?"
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