Chapter Two
So there I was. I had been tracking him for a total of three weeks, two hours and 32 seconds. I knew that he liked to go to a café called Storytime. Apparently, you could buy cappuccinos and read at the same time. It would be my kind of place if I had time for that kind of frivolous thing.
When I graduated from Hogwarts, I soon knew what the world was really about, I knew
that I had to pull my act together. I soon knew how to get what I wanted. For, I was
exactly what the ministry needed. I had perfect grades, I was quick witted, intelligent and
I knew the mind of a sick and twisted men. So, naturally, I became an auror. And of
course me being the top student that I was for all my years at Hogwarts, I soon rose to the
second highest position there was: Assistant Head Auror. For reasons I still fail to
comprehend, the Ministry had kept Mad-Eye as Top Auror. He was still good, but in my
opinion, was starting to go a bit batty. So this mission was the most important of all. This
mission was going to get me that top spot. This mission was going to bring them all
down.
But that's what I thought.
Malfoy would roam the English countryside on his broom, picking up girls as he went
and dropping them the next day. I was to make sure I wasn't one of these girls. I
had to learn how his mind worked. He liked girls that were in equal proportion.
He thought he hated girls that were clingy, although, he kept on going after that
kind of girl. Arrogant prick. It did a trip for his ego when he dropped them like a
newborn giraffe and then see them run after him.
I wasn't to run after him. I was to make an impression; to make him run after me. After all, we couldn't have our soon-to-be head auror running after the next prisoner of Azkaban now, could we?
I arrived at Storytime at ten to four (he has been arriving here at precisely 4 o'clock everyday for the past 3 weeks). I had ten minutes to prepare myself. I knew where he sat, what he has been reading, what kind of latte he has been ordering. He was so simple, yet, so complex. And I hated that. One moment he would read a romance novel, the next he would be fucking some random chick in the storage room. I could only say one thing, this man confused me, and I was determined to find out what was so mesmerizing about Draco Malfoy. Sure, I had seen photos of my next culprit, but I hadn't seen him face to face in almost four years.
So, I sat in the chair opposite to his usual seat, put on my reading glasses and pretended to be interested in some random book about how…hell, I don't even remember what it was about. All I could remember was a clock striking four, and a tall man filling the doorway. I could feel his eyes boring into me, although I didn't look up. I knew he would come to me, I would not disgrace myself in approaching him.
And, he came.