April 22 nd , 2004
"So I hear you went on a date with Granger. Though I thought she was going out with Weasley."
Pansy says it casually, or tries to, but Draco has known her long enough to catch the ring of hurt among the other, more amiable chimes.
"It wasn't a date," he says. "She dragged me out of my office for coffee and we discussed the case Minister Shacklebolt himself requested we look over." And she smelled like cinnamon. And her shin bumped mine as we sat down. And our hands brushed. Twice. Damn-it-all.
She stares at him with a look he can't quite read, which is strange, and sort of startles him. "That's why you looked so flustered when you came out of the coffee shop," she says sarcastically, and he stares at her in return.
"Were you following me?"
"Daphy and I were shopping across the street," she replies with an (unconvincing) shrug. "It was pure chance that we came out of our shop at the same time you came out of yours."
"You really are a terrible liar," he informs her.
"Well I'm sorry we can't all be emotionless bastards," Pansy snaps impulsively, and he flinches. Then he stands.
"Fucking hell, Draco, sit down, honestly, you know it's true—"
"I'll talk to you later, Pansy."
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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...
