A/N: I realize this chapter was a long time coming and I apologize. I debated whether to scrap this whole story because I wasn't too happy with how it was going. I decided to post this chapter anyway. If you think I should continue, I will, if you don't then I won't. 'Tis up to you. Enjoy reading anyway and HAPPY SUMMER! :)
Chapter 3: Walking[July 3rd, Summer of 6th Year, Diagon Alley]
Draco Malfoy wandered aimlessly through the shops of Diagon Alley. He was bored. It was only the second week of summer and already he had run out of things to do. Crabbe and Goyle's marks had been so miserable at the end of their sixth year that their parents had sent them to some summer magic program. Waste of time if you asked Draco, those two were unreachable.
He had originally planned to meet with his Blaise, but the jerk was too busy with his new girlfriend, another waste of time if you asked Draco.
Draco was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the bushy brown haired girl till they had run head long into each other and lay sprawled on the ground.
The girl mumbled a sorry and quickly picked herself up.
Draco scowled, his new robes, "Well you should be. These were extremely expensive robes." He brushed himself off and stood with his head held high.
The girl raised her head and Draco was surprised to find himself looking into the watery eyes of his favorite Mudblood.
"Screw-off Malfoy," she growled and continued on without a backward glance. Draco's fists clenched, "What's wrong Mudblood, Potty and Weasel stand you up?" he shouted after her.
She didn't turn or make any sign that she had heard him.
This infuriated Draco further. NO one ignored Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune, son of the all powerful Lucius Malfoy, God of the Quidditch Pitch and heart throb of...he was getting carried away again. Draco shook his head and followed Granger; he couldn't resist the urge to bug the crying muggle born witch.
"Hey Granger, I wasn't finished with you yet." He yelled and followed for steady stride.
Hermione ignored him and kept her head down.
"Mudblood I'm talking to you." He grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face him.
Her eyes were steely, "You know what Malfoy, bugger off. I've got much more important things to do then 'talk' to you. Go back to the slimy hole you crawled out of and stay there."
Draco let go in surprise, Granger hardly ever responded so forcefully, she usually just ignored him or in some cases slap him.
Hermione turned on her heel and headed towards the small park behind the shops. Draco would not let some goodie-two-shoes Gryffindor have the last word, plus he had to admit this was the most amusement he'd had all day.
He followed Granger through the streets and into the park.
"Granger...granger...GRANGER," he called after her, trying to provoke more of a reaction.
She spun around suddenly, "You know what Malferret, this is actually depressing. You have nothing better to do with your sorry little life than bother me. You're pathetic. There are people dying who don't have a chance to live, unlike you, who have all the time in the world. And here you are wasting my time and yours." She flopped onto one of the benches and buried her head in her hands.
Draco stood dumbly and responded slowly after several minutes, "Well Granger, maybe I am doing something with my life. I think bugging a muggleborn like you is a worthy endeavor." He smirked as she raised her tear stained face to glare at him. Draco gracefully sat upon the bench, for no reason other than his feet hurting, or so he convinced himself.
A/N: So there it is, next chapter, if there is one, will be back in the hospital wing...fun times eh? Anyway if you want please do review, I greatly appreciate them and would love more. Hope you liked it! –Sapphire