I am sooooo sorry for not updating sooner guys. I had a load of school stuff and assignments to complete and I still do! But on a lighter note, I'M BACK! Thank you so freakin' much for all the support I got for this story so far! Hope you like this chapter. Enjoy reading!
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Draco's POV
I decided to wake up early in the morning as I have a business meeting with a Muggle company AND an interview for ANOTHER 'Witch Weekly' magazine. I hate doing these interviews- the bloody interviewer is usually some knowsy bimbo that will take everything I say out of bloody context. Honestly, 'Witch Weekly' magazines are like a teenage version of the Rita Seeker's columns in the Daily Prophet.
As I have a long schedule, I decided to start my day. While opening the outside door, I found a piece of paper at the steps. Furrowing my eyebrows, I unfolded it; it read, 'We're back Traitor!' in probably the most horrible writing known to wizard kind! Honestly, it looked like cockroaches with ink on their legs and started walking on the paper! Yet, it looked so familiar... a little too familiar.
Thinking that some psycho's just trying to get under the skin of a billionaire (I'm not bragging... well I guess I am but it's a down right known fact that I'm rich). With that in mind, I ignored the note and went out for a jog.
—-No One's POV—-
It's spring at Hogwarts. All first years are running around looking for their classrooms and all second years are just starting to get their first rages of hormones. This obviously includes: first crushes; all the boys meet girls, girls meet boys nonsense; friendships and all that type of stuff.
And just like all other second years, Hermione Jean Granger was also getting ready for her second year in Hogwarts. At the moment, she was purchasing some books from Flourish and Blotts. Instead of it being books, the brainy witch had a particular boy in her mind- one with platinum blonde hair and eyes so silver that they can rival the moon. Draco Malfoy. Oh how she wished he would notice her. But then, all of a sudden, he walked down the long-winded stairs of the bookstore and softly kissed her.
Hermione's POV
"Ahhh!" I screamed, startled as I sat up in my bed, wide eyed. 'Did I just have a dream of Malfoy kissing me?' I thought, my mind frantically running with confusion, embarrassment and... panic. 'Why the hell did I just have a dream like that!? I haven't thought of Malfoy like that in bloody years!'
Ok, I know what you all are thinking. You're most likely confused to why and when I ever thought of Malfoy in THAT way. Well, to answer your question, (and if you ever tell a soul, I will make you regret your entire existence) I used to have a tiny crush on Malfoy during the start our second year at Hogwarts.
What?! Don't judge me! He was my first crush and besides, you can't help who you fall for...
Also, it was like 10 years ago. And trust me, I got over it as soon as he call me a mudb-. Well, you know... THAT word. Luckily he doesn't anymore, at least not in front of people, but doesn't mean I despise him any less. 'But then why did you have a dream about kissing him?' an annoying voice in my head asked, mockingly. "Oh shut up" I muttered under my breath as I heaved myself out of bed. Speaking of Malfoy, I just remembered my conversation with Kingsley 2 days ago. I have to "get close" to Malfoy to get some bloody information on death eaters. 'Great! Absolutely fantastic' I thought. Please note the sarcasm. 'If my life wasn't stressful enough already, it definitely is now!'
"So, how do I get close to the likes of someone like Malfoy?" I asked my self out loud. 'Hmmm, well I guess it's time to do some research Wizarding World's favourite bachellor' I thought. Again, please note the sarcasm. With that in mind, I got ready to start the day and go to St Mungo's for my shift.
—-Evening (Draco's POV)—-
That was most likely the worst interview ever! I was bloody interviewed by some deranged 16 year old witch that decides it's a good idea to shamelessly flirt with an adult and fucking TOUCH their thigh... and keep touching it until the bloody end of the interview!
And don't even get me started on the meeting with the company! Apparently, a wealthy 20 year old businessman like me is considered unreliable and untrustworthy in the Muggle world. I swear on Salazar's name, I was about to throw a bloody body binding spell at them! NO ONE would have ever have said that to me in the wizarding world but I guess things are different...
Needless to say, I am quite pissed and stressed right now for which I've ended up in a secret wizarding club in muggle London. Relief was felt as the bitter-sweet firewhisky burned down my throat.
Hermione's POV
Today wasn't as jam-packed as I thought it would be. In fact, it was quite the opposite: there were barely any patients for which Healer Turner (who's my boss) said that I can have the day off. Though I was internally doing the happy dance, me being... well me insisted on staying and helping out with the other healers but he still persisted me to go home.
It's a good thing I got home early- it means I can plan on getting close to Malfoy. Though I'm still traumatized by last night's rambunctious nightmare, I guess I can't dwell upon an involuntary dream. Speaking of this Malfoy Mission, (yes, I did just call it that, but what else can I call it?) I have already done my research and the final result was: "SLUTS." All the girls he dated (or slept with), whether it be before or after Hogwarts, were absolute sluts. So I guess my lengthy research is basically telling me that in order to get close to Malfoy, I have to become a slut.
Am I going to do that?
Hell no!
'But how else are you supposed to "get close" to him then?' the annoying, yet logical side of my brain asked. That's when I realised something: 'Kingsley told me to 'get close' to Malfoy, not make him fall in love with me! Getting close can mean becoming friends... or at least acquaintances.'
"WELL THAT'S A RELIEF!" I shouted to no one and I took a deep breath. But then I realised something else, 'How on Godric's Good Earth do I become friends with Malfoy?' I groaned as I now know that I have to come up with some magnificent plan to befriend the infamous Draco Malfoy.
"Bloody brilliant" I muttered as I decided that I needed to cool down and what better way to cool down then to go to a club? Good thing I know just the one to go to.
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