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Chapter 1: Who Are You

He nervously said, "Hello what's your name?"

She took his hand and smiled. "You know me, as I know you."

"Really?" he asked as he continued to hold her hand in his, not bothering to let go.

"Yes." she replied with a nod as she took her hand back from him. "We use to go to school together."

With that said she turned and started to walk away. She didn't feel like talking to Draco Malfoy, not that she had ever felt like talking to him.

"Wait, hold up." He called, following after her. "You know who I am, but who are you?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I think you should be offended that you don't remember me."

"Should I remember you?"

"I suppose not." She replied as she turned to face him. "I'm just shocked is all, that you don't remember me."

"Please tell me who you are." Draco asked.

"Why did you feel the need to introduce yourself to me back there?" she asked nodding her head in the direction she had just come.

"You caught my eye." Draco replied.

She nodded. "That's nice."

"So, who are you?" Draco asked her again.

"What fun would it be to just answer that?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "It's a little easy, don't you think, to just give you the answer?"

"It's more efficient." Draco replied.

"True, but that is your problem, not mine." she shrugged. "Anyways, I have to go."

"Give me a hint, as to who you are?" Draco asked her.

She bit her bottom lip thinking, "My hair is usually a different color."

"That's your hint?" he asked.

She nodded. "If you are as smart as you always let people believe, you should be able to figure it out."

"And if I can't figure it out?"

"Well, if you are so very interested, I go to that same bookstore everyday during my lunch hour. And my lunch hour is always at the same time."

With that said she disappeared with s pop, leaving Draco staring at where she had just been standing. He didn't know why he had felt such a need to meet that girl who had been sitting on the floor of the bookstore, reading so contently. She fascinated him, how she would brush her brunette locks out of her face, never removing her eyes from the pages. She didn't even look up when a book stand was knocked over and the noise echoed throughout the store.

Her brown eyes had only looked up from the book when he had neared her and she quickly stood up, closing her book. She had looked him over quickly and he was shocked to see that she didn't give him the usual reaction she got from him. She didn't look at him like he was a delicious dish. In fact she looked at him more like she couldn't believe that he would talk to her.

He continued to ponder who she was and why he was so attracted to her as he made his way back to his office. He barely paid attention to his assistant as he made his way into his private office. He sat down and shook his head before looking up at his assistant expectantly.

"Start over?" she asked, looking at him sternly.

"Please." he replied as he leaned back in his chair.

"As you asked I rearranged your schedule so that you can leave the office today before five. Tomorrow you have the meeting with Mr. Potter, that you were suppose to have today." Eliza, his assistant told him. "I picked up your laundry and it is hanging up behind your door. Bina called twice, she said that is was important that you call her back. Your mother called while you were out, she wants to know if you are coming to visit her this weekend. Also, Cassandra called, she invited you out to dinner for friday night."

Draco groaned. "I thought she understood that we had broken up!"

"Next time she calls?"

"Just tell her I am booked for whatever night she wants to see me." Draco replied rubbing his forehead like he had a headache.

"I have two letters from different lawyers about your father's estate." she told him as she handed him a stack of papers.

He took them from her with a glance as he dropped them on his desk. "I need you to start on a different project for me."

She flipped her notebook open and stood, ready to take notes.

"Nothing big, but I am in a rush." Draco told her. "I need current pictures of every female that I went to school with."

She looked at him quizzically. "Can I inquire as to why?"

"I met a girl." Draco shrugged. "Apparently we went to school together."

She nodded. "I can probably get those pictures together and owl them to you tonight."

He nodded and she left his office. For the next few hours Draco sat in his office and read over the letters to do with his father's estate. After three hours he sat back and let his eyes rest. If he continued to read papers with such tiny print then he was going to have to get glasses. And that, just wouldn't do. He tucked the papers, along with some work into his briefcase before getting up from his desk and making his way out to see his assistant.

"Are you leaving for the day?" she asked him as she looked up from what she was doing.

He nodded. "If anyone calls let them know that they can owl me at home." Draco told her as he continued out of his office.

"Even Cassandra?"

"Not her." he called back before apparating to his flat in London.

Once he had apparated to his flat he made his way straight to his office and poured himself a shot of fire whiskey. He quickly drank it down before dropping his briefcase on his desk and walking towards his kitchen. He quickly started to fix himself some dinner as he turned on his television to listen to the news.

It was ironic how his father had hated any muggle contraptions and Draco adored them. He thought the ease of using a telephone was quite brilliant. The internet was, in his opinion, genius. Televisions were entertaining to him. He owned many muggle inventions and knew how to use and fix all of them.

He looked up to watch a news story about a lion escaping from a nearby zoo as he finished getting his meal together. He took his sandwich and made went to go sit on his black leather couch and eat his sorry excuse for dinner. He continued to watch the news after he finished his dinner.

He turned the tv off after the news program ended and went into his study to work some more. There was never an end to the amount of work Draco did. He started working the minute he got up till the minute he went to sleep. Occasionally he would date, but he often tired of the girls, and most of them were just to shag anyway.

He was working intently when he heard a tap on his window. He opened his window to let three owls that were carrying a large parcel in. They dropped the parcel on his desk before flying back out the window. He opened the parcel that was wrapped in plain brown paper to see a large stack of photographs. He smiled to himself as he realized that Eliza had come through for him again.

Draco threw a paper weight against the wall as he reached the last picture, after looking for two hours, and still didn't see the girl that he had met that day. For two hours he had looked through those pictures, two hours! And what did he have to show for it? Nothing! He couldn't express his disgust for how much Eliza had let him down.

Unless she didn't really go to school with him. He smirked that was it! That's why he didn't recognize her. She had lied to him. His mood instantly changed as he realized that tomorrow he would meet her at the book store and call her on her lie.

He checked his watch and realized it was almost midnight. He tucked the stack of pictures into one of his desk drawers and put his work back into his briefcase. He yawned as the full effect of it being midnight hit him. He started to undress as he made his way to his bedroom. He didn't have to worry about cleaning up after himself, the house keeper would do that in the morning.

Draco woke up feeling like he hadn't ever fallen asleep. He hadn't slept well because he couldn't keep his mind off that girl from the bookstore. It annoyed him that he had no clue who she was. He really couldn't remember if he had ever met her or not. He was still suspicious that she might be lying to him. But what if he confronted her, and she wasn't lying?

His morning at the office went by slowly as he waited for noon to arrive. As soon as Eliza came let him know it was noon he was out of his office and making his way towards the bookstore. He walked in and looked around the book store looking for a head of curly brunette hair. When he didn't see her he decided to make his way to where she had been the day before.

She looked up as he approached her and smiled. "You're back."

"I don't think you went to school with me." Draco replied.

"Why do you say that?" she asked as she closed her book.

"Because, I would have remembered such a beautiful girl." he replied with his usual Malfoy charm.

"It's been ten years." she told him, rolling her eyes.

"Why don't I remember you?" he asked starting to lose his temper.

She laughed. "Temper, temper."

"Seriously, who are you?" Draco asked sitting on the floor across from her.

She rolled her eyes again. "What, the pictures Eliza gave you didn't help you?"

"How did you know about that?" Draco asked.

"I have my ways." she replied smirking at him.

He looked at her for a minute. "Where we in the same year?"

She shook her head. "God no."

"You say that like it is a bad thing." Draco replied.

"It would have been a bad thing." she nodded.

"Why?"

"You were an ass." she replied with a shrug. "If we were in the same year, I would have been in classes with you."

"I don't get it. If we went to school together, then why didn't Eliza give me your picture."

"She did. You just didn't look hard enough."

"And you know this because."

"Because if you had, you would have remembered me immediately."

"You're so confident?"

She nodded her head. "I am."

"Why?"

"Because you took the time to treat me like shit while we were in school." she replied still smiling. "And not just how you treated most people like shit, you were especially shitty to me."

"Really?" Draco asked.

"Yes, which of course begs the question, why did Draco Malfoy change?" she looked at him, raising an eyebrow. She was clearly waiting for an answer.

"Freedom is a fickly thing." Draco replied with a shrug. "It allows people to become who they want."

"You did disappear during the war didn't you?" she asked.

"It was the only way to make sure I wouldn't become a death eater."

"Most the school was betting you would become a death eater."

"I know, they were betting against me." Draco smirked. "Seriously though, I never wanted to be my father. So instead of letting him mold me into a mini him, I left."

She nodded. "Of course, some people claimed you were just running away."

"They can claim what they want. I don't care. Maybe I did run away, but faced with the consequences of staying, it was probably the better choice."

"Probably." she agreed. "Of course, many many ministry officials would have given their wand hand away to capture you. They were so convinced that you were Voldermort's right hand man."

"You aren't afraid to say his name?" Draco asked amused.

"Why should I be? He's gone."

"Still most people think he will some day reappear." Draco.

"I don't. I saw him, die, for lack of a better word." she replied.

"You were there?"

She nodded. "Fighting right along side the Dream Team."

"Most girls don't get their jollies from fighting a war."

"I'm not like most girls."

"I bet you aren't." he replied with a tone that insinuated that he was very interested.

She blushed. "I have to go or I will be late for work."

"But I still don't know who you are." Draco said getting up and grabbing her arm.

"Tell you what, if tomorrow you haven't figured it out, I'll tell you." she smiled as she stuck out her hand, "Deal?"

He took her hand and shook it. "Deal."