True Love Cannot Stay Hidden Forever….CH-4 Leave Me Alone.

(Draco's POV)

That mud blood is so vexatious. Since we got to know that we both are working on a project together she's been throwing fire balls at me.

Granger should be proud; that she is working with the One and Only Draco Malfoy who is the starrer in every girl's dreams. Ok so that was a bit of a stretch, but still I know that I if I want I could get Granger to be weak on knees in a matter of seconds.

All she thinks about is work, the library, and work. If she wants to leave she can, I won't be one to complaint. After all who needs her? All these thoughts took a backseat when I read the headlines of the today's Daily Prophet.

Death Eaters at Hogwarts?

"On Sunday morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; alma-mater too many war veterans such as Harry Potter, Hermione Granger etc. there were reported sightings of three cloaked figures suspiciously walking out of the school grounds.

When questioned headmistress Professor .M.C. McGonagall said, "Hogwarts has been the epitome of safety and we assure all the parents and readers that it will continue to be so. For extra safety measures the Ministry will be sending its officials to run a parameter of the school grounds, however there is nothing to be worried for."

Even though the words were supposed to be comforting, you could see fear rolling off in waves off the professor. The question that arises in the minds is that, are these sightings to be related to the suspicions that are being raised regarding the Dark Lord making his move yet again? Or is this all just a silly rumour? Well we fervently hope for the latter."

I started mulling over whatever I had read. Sure I hated Hogwarts but that all was just because the Potter boy and all the attention he got, I actually was afraid that something was going to happen to my alma-mater.

I was busy in my own thoughts when I heard a loud THUMP followed by an agonizing whimper, I rushed towards the noise and I saw Granger on the floor with books splayed across her.

That's when I realized how cute she looked with her bushy hair all over her face and her petite frame on the floor. For an entire five seconds I forgot that I was staring at her. Apparently I was busy with other thoughts.

I was having an internal battle with myself; my thoughts started wondering if there could possibly be a future where she would at least consider me as a friend.

But then I reminded myself that she was the one who threw that punch in the third year, that she was the one who would pick a fight with me any time she wanted to.

And then I was back to my old self; Draco Malfoy the boy who doesn't need his stupid parents to be famous. That Malfoy on whom every woman dies because of his good looks and wonderfully cunning brain.

If she thinks otherwise, well then she surely doesn't have good choice. I decided to stop my ogling and sneered, "Huh! Granger you could not even walk properly. Oh poor mud blood".

Deep down inside me was regretting it already, as her features turned into a frown.

"At least this mud blood doesn't betray her friends as you do" she retorted in a manner which only she could pull off.

"Save it, I think that we can see who's better. Let's see out of all the people in this room, a: who stumbled over nothing? And B: is currently at the mercy of their enemy?" I knew she wouldn't be able to retaliate.

I heard her muttering curses under her breath. I waited there anticipating that she would ask for help but that girl is so recalcitrant she didn't ask but tried to get up and failed miserably.

I turned around toward the second source of noise. I saw Granger on the floor (again!), trying to will the tears to not come. I wondered why she didn't use magic in the first place.

Ah, the muggle way of thinking... sometimes I wonder how it would be for the less fortunate.

I looked over at her once again, and every self control I have had shattered as I burst into a very un-gentleman like laughter.

I decided that I had had my fair share of entertainment, when I tried to hide my amused expression and slid my hand on her waist so as to lift her up. To my surprise she didn't protest.

I placed her at the hospital's bed and waiting for when would a nurse show up. I just could not leave her alone there, and I didn't know why.

In the meantime I stood their stiffly, thinking of ways to get her to feel embarrassed because of this incident.

The nurse came in; she checked her foot and discovered that she has having an ankle sprain. I felt a twinge of guilt but that was overpowered by the self-reassurance, I had.

The nurse gave her a potion to drink saying that it would heal the sprain in a matter of minutes.

To pass the time I would think of the case we were working and sometimes I would think about Hermione and her intellect and beautiful brown eyes... Hermione was sleeping and I made myself sit on the chair next to her. A simple action that surprisingly made me feels nervous.

When the nurse informed me that she was free to go, I went to her office took all her stuff and decided to drop her off to her apartment.

I knew that she was perfectly fine, but would I ever lose a chance to make her feel UN comfortable? I guess not!

Granger was walking on her one leg and the other one on air. She won't take my help... Even though I asked. Kingsley knew what happened with Hermione and arranged a portkey for us.

When we reached her apartment, the first thing I noticed was that the place looked nothing like what I had imagined.

It was in disarray, the pungent smell of alcohol lingering in the air. I may not know a lot about Granger but one thing I knew, was that she was always well managed.

I was about to leave when I heard footsteps and saw none-other than the Git-Lord himself, our very own Red-Head Weasley (even in my head I couldn't help but sneer).

He looked very drunk and he probably was. I couldn't help but feel an ounce of pity towards Hermione (hey! That's a first) who apparently had to live with that complete wanker.

I said a weak 'hi', not bothering to get into pleasantries with a drunk, and went back to the ministry using the portkey.

"I heard that you are working with Miss Granger "my mother said in a tone I had heard in special occasions, all of which included me being told-off by her.

"It was the wicked Minister's who paired us together, who would want to work with her on purpose?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

But she was angry. She called for an elf and asked to take my stuff and place it in my room and then she turned over me.

"I see, Draco but beware don't go in troubled waters, for I am sure you'll regret it." She said, sounding like an all knowing being. I didn't have to think long before I realised what she meant by "troubled waters". It was meant to be a jibe at a certain colleague of mine...

I was in my room thinking what my mom said about me and Granger. Is it even possible? I started visualizing how it would be like and slept. And in my sleep I dreamed about a beautiful girl with a fiery personality...

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