A/N: Sorry for the late update! Hope you guys like the story so far

Chapter 2: A Reunion

Draco's POV:

I yawned as I woke up, still somewhat groggy. Oh, seems that I fell asleep on the job. I leaned against the damp bricks of Flourish and Botts wondering where I was going with my life. I mean it's not like-BAM!

"Ow! HOLY MERLIN! MY NOSE! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU IDIOT!" I screamed in agony as the door came in contact with my face.

"Oh my goodness I'm SO sorry!" an unknown girl gasped, apologetically.

"Am I…am I bleeding?" I questioned, touching my nose.

"Move your hands." the girl instructed softly, pushing aside my pale fingers as she examined my nose. Wow. She's beautiful. Her soft brown hair caressed her flawless face in perfect curls. Her nose wrinkled cutely as she looked at me. A few freckles were sprinkled on her cheeks as a rosy blush formed on her cheeks from the cold. Dressed in whites and greys, she looked almost like an angel. A white beret covered half of her golden brown hair and her hands felt so warm as they held my face. I blushed. I mean…colored; Malfoys don't blush.

"Well it seems to be somewhat broken…" she stated.

"Oh it's alright. It's not your fault." I stuttered nervously.

"Hm…says the guy who called me an idiot." she smiled sweetly. Wow, her smile made her even more beautiful.

"Sorry…" I laughed quietly, ruffling my hair.

"Aren't you cold? It's supposed to snow today." the girl asked, looking into my grey eyes with her honey brown ones.

"Nah. I'm used to it." I whispered. Suddenly, I went into a coughing fit.

"Are you sure? Your immune system sure begs to differ." she replied, cocking her head to the side a bit, making her even more attractive. "You don't have to pretend like you're strong. It's okay to have a little help in life."

"I'm fine. Really." I insisted, tearing my gaze away from her.

"No you're not. You're going to get sick out here. I'm bringing you back to my home." she commanded with a stern look on her face.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it was dangerous to talk to strangers?" I scoffed.

"Well I don't want you to be a stranger. How will you stop being a stranger to me if I don't talk to you?" she retorted cleverly.

"Very true. But it's not safe to bring hobos back to your house." I joked.

"Well you won't be a hobo if you're staying at my house."

"I'm staying at your house?"

"Apparently so."

Entering her small but cozy apartment, the girl set down her white, leather purse and took off her thick, white winter jacket on the coral colored couch before her. The place was filled with pictures of her and her friends. The basic coloring of the apartment was white with red and gold color accents. A large bookcase, containing a plethora of endless books stood by the window draped with golden curtains. The place was also filled with multiple Muggle items I wasn't able to identify. I was getting a very familiar vibe…something about the place seemed so familiar.

"Did you go to Hogwarts?" I questioned as she motioned for me to sit down on the couch in the living room.

"How did you know?" she chuckled, going into the kitchen to make tea. She looked so beautiful. Her teal sweater and dark wash skinny jeans hugged her defined body as her brown hair swished back and forth near her waist.

"I assumed by your color choice. You were probably a Gryffindor right?" I examined.

"Who are you, Sherlock Holmes?" she teased.

"…What?" I answered, confused.

"Oh it's a Muggle thing." she sighed, disappointed at my lack of knowledge of Muggles.

"Slytherin." I replied.

"Ohhh. Well who would've thought we see the day a Gryffindor hung out with a Slytherin?" she grinned, coming out of the kitchen and handing me a cup of steaming hot tea. She took a seat next to me and propped her legs up on the small table before us. Suddenly, some sort of Muggle boxy looking item started flashing moving pictures. My eyes widened. Maybe it's some sort of torture device to kill off purebloods that were mean to Muggleborns. I bet she just tricked me into entering her house so she could torture me for the terrible things my house did! Oh no. No pureblood is safe. I stood up quickly, eyes wide with fear.

"Calm down. It's just a TV. It's a Muggle entertainment device. You can watch shows and stuff on it. It won't hurt you. What did you think it was? Some sort of torture device?" she laughed. What, can this girl read minds too?

"Right." I mumbled, sitting back down, embarrassed. I began to examine all her belongings placed around her apartment as she leaned back into the coach next to me, absorbed in the Muggle device. (A Teebee she called it?). My eyes were captured by a large moving picture of 3 Hogwarts students. The girl obviously was her and she was next to two other young boys. The three of them were all in their Hogwarts uniforms and wearing Gryffindor scarves. No. This couldn't be true. One boy in the picture had jet-black hair, green eyes, glasses, and a scar. The other boy was pale and pasty, freckled, and had red hair. They looked so familiar. This couldn't be happening. Again, I stood up abruptly.

"What's wrong? Still afraid of the TV?" she taunted, looking up at me. That face. Now I know why she seemed so familiar! Why didn't I see it before? The color choices of the apartment and the endless amount of books were a dead giveaway!

"Are you okay…?" she questioned, setting down her cup of tea on the table and standing up as well. I can't believe I said she was beautiful! I can't believe I let her touch me! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M IN HER HOUSE! "Hello? Anyone home?" she asked louder, waving a hand in front of my face. I caught her wrist. "What are you doing?" she shouted.

"….Granger?" I whispered, looking into her eyes.

"…..How did you know my name…?"

Cliffhanger! Ahh I know it's so OOC…like why would she let him into her house? You don't just go around letting hobos come into your home. But you know, kids these days. I really like this chapter! Hope you all did too! I'll try to update sooner :)

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