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Hermione's eyes widen as the words repeated inside her mind. I want you to help me look for love. His finger rubbed against her lip softly, the tip of her hairs crawled giving her a thrill of Goosebumps.
"W-what?""You heard me, Granger. You are going to help me look for love. That way I can get away from my parents and they finally give me some peace. You are going to teach me how to find a girl and you are also going to work for me." He raised his finger away from her lips, placing his hand on top of the table.
"But, why me? I don't think that fits my category, I'm not specialized for dating or anything."
"I chose you because of your little advice with girls. When you gave me that advice, it worked, but I did not try enough not lasting long. Granger, I'm not good with dating either. Maybe that's the reason why I still live with my parents because I don't have a girl in my life. Come on, please, Granger. Don't make me get on my knees and beg. Just think about it. Here is my address and if you do consider my offer, come by my house and we'll talk about it."
He wrote his direction on a piece of paper he had on his pocket, handling it to Hermione, who looked at it comprehensively, and got up. Hermione raised her head to see Draco on his feet. "Wait, why are you leaving?"
"What I had to say is said, I don't need to stay any longer.""That's your problem, Malfoy. You might think you are doing the right thing when you are just ignoring the point and leaving it. Your relationships will never last if you are that way."
"What do you mean?" he asked, an eyebrow rose quirkily.
"You don't have patience. After you are done with a business you move a long not really knowing the meanings of what's going on."
He sat back down, "I still don't understand you."
Hermione closed her eyes sighing slowly, "You are so helpless…I have to go." Hermione got up from her chair, but before she could walk off, Draco grabbed her hand.
"Hold on a minute, I'm confused. What are you trying to tell me? That I'm not capable of holding a relationship?"
"Exactly."
Draco laughed aloud, "If you think so, then I suggest you should think about what I asked you. You seem to know more about this even when you said you didn't know about dating." Again, he got up, "Okay, Granger, you have my address. If you want a job I can get you one, you will get what you want." He left, leaving Hermione by herself with the two untouched cups and the bill.
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"So you told her to work for you?" asked Blaise from the loveseat he was sitting on, his legs crossed and fingers interlocked watching the blazing fire in the fireplace.
"Yeah. She has the brains to save our company, she's perfect for secretary," Malfoy answered also sitting in the other couch and watching the same fire Blaise was. Zabini only nodded in agreement.
"I see, are you sure that's the only reason why you picked her?"
Draco turned his head sideways towards Zabini; he narrowed his eyes looking at him suspicious, "What do you mean by that? Of course, she is an old friend."
"Hmmm…an old friend? Did you two get along after your father asked for forgiveness? Did she accept you as who you were?""Yes, she did, and everyone else did. She was one of the few who trusted me until everyone in the school gained my trust again."
"It was hard to believe you and a Mud-"
"Blaise! Please don't use that word in my house."
"I'm sorry I meant to say, 'you and a Muggle-Born were friends'."
The crisps of the firewood crackled under the bright amber. The guys stared at it for a while letting the silence take the moment of peace.
"Draco, as a friend, I want you to tell me the truth."
Malfoy curiously squinted to see what the whole reason of this question was. "What truth?"
"Did you really picked Miss Granger because of what she is capable of doing in your company, that she can truly save the company or is this something to save yourself of?"
Blaise patiently waited for his answer, when he didn't say anything he turned around and saw that Draco was thinking, staring at the fire. The reflection of the fire shined into his eyes.
"I never thought of that, Granger just appeared all of the sudden by my side. I don't think I can explain this."
"I'll ask one thing from you; don't fool yourself with your feelings. Try to keep them sacred, to yourself. If by any reason something happens, don't let that get in your way."
A smile line crossed between Malfoy's face. "That would be a good advice if I knew what you were talking about."
"Don't worry about it yet, you'll know what it means later."
"Thanks for listening; you are truly my best friend."
"Anything time, buddy."
"That sounds very gayish…"
"It doesn't matter. We should be talking about these papers. How is the company going to gain money?"
"Let's worry about that tomorrow. I need to sleep." Draco got up stretching his aching back and left the lounge. After a while, Blaise followed closing the door from the room. As the door closed, the fire on the fireplace extinguished by its self.
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She didn't know how she got here but it didn't matter now, she was already standing like an idiot outside the Malfoy's Manor. She looked at the piece of paper once more to be sure that she was in the right place. She knocked on the gates softly, for a moment there was nothing until a house-elf answered with her high, pitch voice, out of nowhere, "This is the Malfoy Manor, my name is Minny how can I be at your service?"
"Uh…this is Hermione Granger and uh…"
Before the house-elf let her finished she interrupted, "Ah! Miss Granger! Yes, yes, yes! Young Master Malfoy was expecting your visit."
The gates to the door opened and Hermione stepped in into the Malfoy's property. The sidewalk to the entrance of the main door was curvy and long. The grass was a healthy green, not a speck of a bawled spot anywhere around the ginormous garden. The bushes bloomed with the most beautiful roses Hermione had ever seen.
The doors were closer and she was able to ring the bell. A house-elf appeared as it opened the door. "Welcome, welcome," it bowed, "Please come in, our young master will be down in a moment, make yourself at home."
"Thank you." she was ushered to the main living room, her wondering eyes moved from one place to another to see the wonders of the house. "This is such a beautiful house."
"Yes, it quite is. Please sit down." With the snap of the house-elf fingers, a cup appeared in midair. "Tea, ma'am?"
"Oh, no! I'm fine, thank you."
"As you wish," she bowed. This made Hermione very uncomfortable. She bit her lip to restrain herself into saying something. The house elf left her. Hermione took the chance to look more around the house. In the corner of one of the living room wall, she saw a long white pearl vase with the designs of leaves and flowers. She got up to get a closer look on it. The tips of her fingers reached for the texture of the vase.
She quickly turned around as she heard footsteps approaching. In the doorway, she saw a handsome young man, his dark, coal hair, shined from the dim light. His eyes sparkled magical like two beautiful jewels.
"Are you lost?" he asked.
"I- hem-uh--uh," Hermione was tongue-tied; he has never seen such a handsome man.
"Well?" he spoke again.
Hermione blushed furiously, her hands were shaking and sweaty, "I just thought you were Draco."
"Ahh, you're Draco's little friend, aren't you? I must say, Draco has a good taste on choosing women."
"What? Oh no! I am not Draco's girl-"
"Tell me," he interrupted, "how did he manage to find you; I heard he is having trouble with the ladies."
"Excuse you?" Hermione said irritated sounding insulted.
"Granger, is this guy molesting you?"
Draco was beside Hermione, his eyebrow raised.
"Granger? As in Hermione Granger?"
"Yes, it's her, Blaise."Blaise got closer to Hermione and said, "Nice to meet you Miss Granger, Blaise Zabini is my name."
"Yes, I remember you from school, one of the smartest Slytherin next to Malfoy."
"Ah, so you do know me." Blaise reached for Hermione's hand, she flinched by his touch, he looked straight at her eyes and kissed her hand.
"It was nice meeting you, Miss Granger." Hermione froze. Malfoy rolled his eyes, feeling this angry emotion inside him. "Okay Granger, let's go." Draco said pulling her arm to the exit. Hermione's face turned red, her heart paced fast and she didn't understood why. Both Draco and Hermione had a feeling they couldn't explained.