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This chapter flicks between the point of views of two characters. You have been warned :D

Chapter Eight

'Malfoy?'

Just my luck. The insufferable git, Draco Malfoy himself, was standing infront of me, wand pointed, with the most peculiar expression upon his face. Much like the one he held before he was attacked by Buckbeak during Care of Magical Creatures in our third year. From what I could tell, it seemed like he was extremely shocked.

I didn't lower my wand; it was much too dark to see without it. He was still staring straight at me, and not showing any signs of recovering from his current state.

'Malfoy,' I said again, this time much louder.

It was my angel. Even with the bad lighting and within the shadows of her cloak, I could tell it was her. Even though I never set eyes on her face, I could tell it was her. She had an aura about her I could recognise anywhere. She was standing right in front of me. I was sure that one of my dreams had just come true. And she was calling my name.

How on earth did she know my name?

Hold on a minute.

This was Wizarding London.

She was holding a wand.

She was pointing said wand at me.

Merlin, my angel wasn't a Muggle after all.

I almost jumped a foot in the air in joy but refrained myself from embarrassing myself in front of her.

'Malfoy!' I heard her say for the third time.

I felt as if my feet were rooted to the ground. My angel was a witch, most likely a Muggle-born or half-blood, as I had bumped into her in Muggle London. And I just so happened to have bumped into her three times this week. Although I had to admit, one of those times I was purposely looking for her.

It was definitely fate.

Was the man deaf or something? I'd called out his name three times already, and all three times he had shown no sign of hearing me. He was still standing in the same position as he had been a few minutes ago, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

I was already beginning to lose my patience with him, and was so tempted to cause him physical pain in the hope that he would snap out of his daze.

I felt his grey eyes bore into my own as the wind picked up again and his immaculate blonde head was blown into something that resembled a bird's nest.

'M - A - L - F - O - Y.'

I tried spelling his name out this time, and it seemed to get his attention because he immediately blinked. Not once, not twice, but three times, and in a rapid succession.

'How do you know my name?' I heard him say in utter shock.

Had a screw in his head finally come loose?

Did someone finally slap him silly?

Had karma finally decided to pay a visit to Draco Malfoy?

If so, it was definitely an event to celebrate.

I was almost absolutely sure that there was something wrong with the man who was standing in front of me. First of all, there wasn't a soul in the Wizarding world that didn't know the infamous Draco Malfoy. Presumably because of his endless wealth and the headlines he had made in the past ten years. I could even recall a few off the top of my head.

Malfoy Family Get Off Lucky

Malfoy and Greengrass to Tie the Knot

First Female Malfoy Heir in Three-Hundred Years

And then there was the recent article Ginny had thrown at me just days before. Family Feuds. The stupid prat received more media attention than even Harry did.

How could I not know his bloody name. He had tortured me for the six years we had attended Hogwarts, calling me every name he could think of with that Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans sized brain of his. No one mentioned that the ferret had suffered from amnesia, so how could he not recognise me, the Muggle-born that once had flattened his 'oh-so-perfect' pureblooded nose.

Well, it was definitely a good thing that he didn't recognise me. A plan began to formulate in my mind, and I couldn't wait to tell Ginny about it. She would be able to help. Screw going back to the office. I needed to see her right away, but before that I had to make sure he didn't know who I was first.

'Do you not recognise me, Malfoy? I'm really rather hurt' she said in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

Recognise her? Did she remember me from our previous encounters? I sure hoped she did. I looked more closely at her, and saw only the pretty young woman I had bumped into twice in the past week.

'I've only seen you twice before today, should I recognise you?' I asked her, smirking.

She laughed, definitely a sound I wouldn't mind listening to for the rest of my days. It was beautiful, just like the rest of her. Well that was an assumption, seeing as I still didn't know what she looked like.

'So you don't recognise me then?' she said teasingly.

I slowly shook my head.

'Well then, I guess that means I'll be seeing you around Malfoy.'

And with that, she Disapparated.

I stood staring into the empty space where she had been only seconds before.

What have I gotten myself into now?

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