The day Hermione Granger, a dust-talent fairy, who happened to have an affinity for animals and water just like him, moved into the abandoned apartment across from his, was the day everything began to go to shit.
For a start, he had to move his experiments, because he bloody well knew, that just like at work where she made a habit of appearing over his shoulder at least once a day, that she would soon be ingratiating herself into his apartment.
Then there was the fact that she hated Malfoy, and so any time the storm fairy showed up to visit him, the two of them engaged in another neighbourhood rousing argument that resulted in the blonde brooding in Tom's apartment until the infuriating wench had left or gone to bed.
She flew beside him as they made their way to work in the mornings, oblivious to his withering glares and the fact that he only ever grunted at her when she asked him something, and parked herself between him and the rock he ate his lunch at everyday every single time, though mercifully, she was mostly silent during these encounters.
She had infected his life, which is why when Tom floated out of his apartment one dreary wednesday morning and didn't find her waiting for him, he paused.
He deliberated with himself for a few minutes, staring vehemently at her door in the process, willing her to appear before he stomped over there and battered at her door.
"Granger" he hissed, "we're going to be late."
When she still didn't appear, but various other fairies in their neighbourhood had poked their heads out to glare at him for the noise he was making, he cursed under his breath and barged right on in, stopping dead on the spot at the sight that greeted him.
He thought he knew Hermione ' incredibly annoying, intrusive, bossy, swotty, know-it-all' Granger.
But the haphazard lab, incredible amount of original fairy dust, the swirling explosion of new fairy dust and the unconscious body of said fairy, told him he didn't know Hermione Granger half as well as he thought.