April 17 th , 2004
Why is she here? She's not even in the same bloody department as I am, Draco thinks to himself, tapping the pads of his fingers against the wood of the table. Like she has anything worthy to say on this topic. Typical Granger, worming her way into anything important she can manage.
Too late, he realises that the only open seat is the one beside him, and he tenses, his breath locked in his throat, as she walks toward him and settles herself beside him. "Good morning, Howle. Good morning, Malfoy," she says. So fucking polite. Why does she have to be nice to everybody, especially me?
He makes himself breathe through his mouth, because if not, he's sure her cinnamon scent will drive him crazy. He finds it extremely annoying, how uncomfortable he is with his nose plugged and his mouth hanging open as if he's some sort of mental person, because of her.
Her voice fills his ears, like he's just dunked his head in a swimming pool and the alto strands of her voice is the water. It's nearly as distracting as her scent.
Though he supposes he'd look rather silly plugging his ears with his fingers at this particular meeting.
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Fanfiction[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to...
