Draco had much anticipated the reply but his stomach dropped to his knees
as he read her messy, coffee stained letter. Draco's childish grin changed
to a frown.
"So, she thinks I'm joking," he said to Athena, who was the only other person in his room. "I'll just go down to her office and prove I'm not!" Draco quickly took The Hogsmeade Express to London where The Ministry of Magic was. Leaning on his cane (which he didn't need, it just made him look intimidating), he stepped onto the filthy pavement to go through The Leaky Cauldron. He wasn't to pleased about traveling that much. He happened to easily get motion sickness, but he failed his apparation test quite a number of times. He wasn't allowed to take it again for another month. He quickly strode past the muggles and the hags in the pub and into Diagon Alley. Everywhere he looked was a smiling face with armfuls of shopping. Many people would have smiled back, but Draco frowned and said...
"What a glorious day...it makes me nauseous..." he strode to The Daily Prophet and entered. Many people saw him and gave him a wide berth. Many people knew The Malfoys were no family to be joshing around with. He went to the Head Desk and asked for Hermione Granger.
"Yes sir, Master Malfoy, right this way." the assistant led him up to a dirty old office. Draco didn't very much like walking around since he was worried the dusty ground would cloud his over shined boots. She knocked on the door and opened it half way, hiding Draco from Hermione's view. "Some one here to see you, Ms. Granger."
"So I'm just a 'some one'?" Draco sneered and pushed his way in. Hermione was buried in papers and didn't notice Draco until the sun flashed on the head of his silver cane and into her eyes. She immediately jumped up.
"Mister Malfoy!" she said at first, thinking it was Lucius. Her eyes narrowed and she looked the handsome fellow up and down. "You're not Lucius Malfoy..."
"I already know that, Ms. Granger," Draco spoke in a nearly Severus Snape manner. Hermione took off her round reading glasses and looked into the steely eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?" it nearly didn't pass her lips. Last time she saw him was at graduation, which was three years ago.
"Master Malfoy, Hermione. Or Draco," he told her, raising his eyebrows threateningly. Hermione's jaw was practically dragging on her report papers. "Perhaps you can quick gaping and listen to what I have to say." Hermione's clouded over eyes snapped back to reality.
"I'm sorry, Draco. Please," she motioned to the chair in front of her desk. "Have a seat." Draco's lip curled at the twisted metal.
"I'll stand, thank you," he replied.
"Why are you here?"
"You thought my letter was a joke. My letters are never to be taken lightly." Hermione suddenly felt scared and worried. Was he going to hurt her?
"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked in a trembling voice. Draco smirked and flicked some dust off his cane.
"I'm not going to leave your office until you agree to come to the dinner party on Saturday." Hermione's eyes widened. She expected him to curse her, but this was very unmalfoyish.
"Well?" Hermione looked back up at him again.
"I...guess I could...," she replied. Draco smiled.
"Good," he conjured an invitation, gave it to Hermione then left the room, leaving Granger open mouthed again. She finally regained her senses and looked at the paper. It had what time it was and what was going to be served. Hermione smiled and burst out laughing.
"So, she thinks I'm joking," he said to Athena, who was the only other person in his room. "I'll just go down to her office and prove I'm not!" Draco quickly took The Hogsmeade Express to London where The Ministry of Magic was. Leaning on his cane (which he didn't need, it just made him look intimidating), he stepped onto the filthy pavement to go through The Leaky Cauldron. He wasn't to pleased about traveling that much. He happened to easily get motion sickness, but he failed his apparation test quite a number of times. He wasn't allowed to take it again for another month. He quickly strode past the muggles and the hags in the pub and into Diagon Alley. Everywhere he looked was a smiling face with armfuls of shopping. Many people would have smiled back, but Draco frowned and said...
"What a glorious day...it makes me nauseous..." he strode to The Daily Prophet and entered. Many people saw him and gave him a wide berth. Many people knew The Malfoys were no family to be joshing around with. He went to the Head Desk and asked for Hermione Granger.
"Yes sir, Master Malfoy, right this way." the assistant led him up to a dirty old office. Draco didn't very much like walking around since he was worried the dusty ground would cloud his over shined boots. She knocked on the door and opened it half way, hiding Draco from Hermione's view. "Some one here to see you, Ms. Granger."
"So I'm just a 'some one'?" Draco sneered and pushed his way in. Hermione was buried in papers and didn't notice Draco until the sun flashed on the head of his silver cane and into her eyes. She immediately jumped up.
"Mister Malfoy!" she said at first, thinking it was Lucius. Her eyes narrowed and she looked the handsome fellow up and down. "You're not Lucius Malfoy..."
"I already know that, Ms. Granger," Draco spoke in a nearly Severus Snape manner. Hermione took off her round reading glasses and looked into the steely eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?" it nearly didn't pass her lips. Last time she saw him was at graduation, which was three years ago.
"Master Malfoy, Hermione. Or Draco," he told her, raising his eyebrows threateningly. Hermione's jaw was practically dragging on her report papers. "Perhaps you can quick gaping and listen to what I have to say." Hermione's clouded over eyes snapped back to reality.
"I'm sorry, Draco. Please," she motioned to the chair in front of her desk. "Have a seat." Draco's lip curled at the twisted metal.
"I'll stand, thank you," he replied.
"Why are you here?"
"You thought my letter was a joke. My letters are never to be taken lightly." Hermione suddenly felt scared and worried. Was he going to hurt her?
"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked in a trembling voice. Draco smirked and flicked some dust off his cane.
"I'm not going to leave your office until you agree to come to the dinner party on Saturday." Hermione's eyes widened. She expected him to curse her, but this was very unmalfoyish.
"Well?" Hermione looked back up at him again.
"I...guess I could...," she replied. Draco smiled.
"Good," he conjured an invitation, gave it to Hermione then left the room, leaving Granger open mouthed again. She finally regained her senses and looked at the paper. It had what time it was and what was going to be served. Hermione smiled and burst out laughing.