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Aspen struggled against her capturer in vain. She could feel the muscles holding her tightly and the tip of a wand being pressed into her head. She was choking on the gag that had been stuffed in her mouth. 'Oh God, help me now!' She thought to herself hopelessly. As if the Holy Savior had heard her plea she heard a voice call out from behind her.
"Hermione?!"
Aspen was jerked around quickly. As she did so her shoulder wrenched backwards painfully making her squeak in alarm. Her capturer spun around and suddenly Aspen was face to face with a young man with white blond hair. Although he was holding a wand, he was in a dull Muggle outfit. His face was pale with shock and pain.
Hermione? She thought to herself, confused. Who is this Hermione? Wait, if I look like someone he knows then he might help me. After coming to this conclusion Aspen tried to scream around the gag. He man before her was shook out of his stunned state. He ran closer brandishing his wand in front of him. He shot a spell at her attacker taking him by surprise. She wriggled from his loosened grip and elbowed him sharply in the gut as she spun away.
Backtracking on what had happened, she turned back. Aspen decided he needed to be taught a lesson. As fast as lightning she backhanded the man in front of her, making the man's face jerk back exposing his crotch. Swiftly and strongly, Aspen then kneed him as hard as she could. He bent over in pain, groaning.
"Pick on someone your own age bastard." She sneered as she pushed him to the ground. "Although all the people your age are dead by now." Aspen added, in afterthought. "Are you just going to stand there Mr. ...,"
"Malfoy," the man said. "Draco Malfoy," He replied, tilting his head back arrogantly. Aspen nodded, unfazed.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you mind binding this insignificant toe-rag?" she asked, bossily. He nodded dumbly still staring at the girl before him. "Hey you!" Aspen yelled, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
"Sorry ummm... I'll just do that." Aspen rolled her eyes exasperatedly.
"Just get to it," she sighed. Draco quickly binded the man and levitated him off the ground.
"So... Would you like to join me for coffee after I drop Macnair off at Azkaban?" He asked, hopefully.
"And why should I go with a person I don't know?" Aspen asked, suspiciously. Draco looked at her shocked, his face pale.
"You don't remember me Hermione?" He asked. Aspen shook head vigorously.
"No idea, except your name, which you could have been lying to me about," she stated, patronizingly. Draco looked absolutely woebegone. "Oh, and by the way, my name is not Hermione. It's Aspen, Aspen Watson." she stated mimicking his earlier explanation.
"So... You'll meet me at 6:00 pm at the Italian Bistro?" he asked.
"Did you not hear a single word I said? I do not know you, nor do I want to! So can you just back off." she screamed, exasperatedly. Aspen turned heel and began to walk away from the alley she had been dragged into by Macnair.
"Don't you think you should give your savior some gratitude?" Draco asked, cheekily. Aspen stopped suddenly. She spun around her eyes narrowed and her cheeks burned with anger.
"I could have gotten away on my own," she lied. "But you just had to come in and play hero, like you're some kind of Harry Potter."
Draco stared at her in shock but that faded as soon as she mentioned his school rival turned friend. He looked at her in pain and newfound hatred. He strode up to he as quick as a snake and slammed her into one of the alley walls. Aspen gasped but stood bravely.
"Don't you ever talk about Harry Potter." he snarled into her face. She glared at him coolly.
"See what I mean. I don't know you and even though you seemed to be nice, you ended up slamming me into a wall." she stated calmly, although the bricks were cutting into her spine like fire. "You see, I know about the Malfoys and Mr. Potter. I used this as a test to see if the Malfoyish temper would overcome you, which it did, to determine if it would be a good idea to go to the coffee date with you." Aspen said. "And you ultimately failed. So if you would let me down I would like to go home." Draco set her down gently and looked away guiltily.
"Now Mr. Malfoy, I'm going to get ready for our little lunch date tomorrow. But please don't stalk me to my house or I may repeal my answer." She continued, winking before she walked away. Draco was left with the Death Eater with a stunned, but happy expression plastered on his usually non-expressive face.
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