“Now keep them closed. No peeking!”
“They’re closed, Granger.”
“Okay, one minute.”
Draco heard various sounds of Granger fumbling around. She was arranging something on the desk in front of him, but it also sounded like she was messing about with something over by the wall. He kept his eyes closed as instructed.
“Okay,” she said. Then, “No! Don’t open!”
“You said okay!” he argued.
“I just meant, okay, next part.”
“Well, how many bloody parts are there?”
“Just one more, you prat. Now, I’m going to Disapparate, but keep them closed.”
“Disapparate?” he repeated. “How am I supposed to know when to open them if you’re gone?”
“You’ll see. Well, you’ll hear,” she said, giggling at her private joke.
“What—” he started, but he heard the crack of her vanishing before he could finish.
He stood for several seconds alone with his eyes closed, feeling like a prize idiot. He was just about to open them when a high-pitched sound reverberated through the room.
His eyes flew open and immediately fell on a wrapped box on the desk in front of him. It was about the size of a shoebox and was clearly the source of the noise. He tried to pick it up but found that it was only a lid covering his present underneath.
He smiled and lifted the top half of the gift.
“Hello?”
“Happy birthday!” Granger called from the other end of the line.
“Who is this?” he asked with a smirk.
“Draco!” she said exasperatedly.
“No, I’m sorry, this is Draco. Who am I speaking with?”
His smirk widened to a grin as he heard her muttering, “—goddamn bloody bastard—”
Suddenly, Granger’s voice was replaced by a buzzing tone, and she appeared back in front of him.
“I think what you meant to say was thank you,” she said, crossing her arms.
He placed the receiver back in its cradle and pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, darling, it’s brilliant.”
She flushed at the term of endearment and kissed him clumsily. “You’ll need this, too.”
She handed him a handsome leather notebook, and he flipped through it to see where she’d filled in several names and numbers.
“I took the liberty of adding our mutual friends so you wouldn’t have to ask them all for their numbers,” she said, smiling. “You just press the buttons in order and it will call them. Very simple."
“This one’s yours?” he asked, pointing at the digits on the ‘G’ page next to Granger, Hermione.
“That’s me,” she nodded. “That’s the number I just called you from. It rings at my house.”
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FanfictionTHIS IS NOT MY STORY!! -----------------#############--------------------- After the war, Draco Malfoy seeks refuge from infamy in the Muggle world. A friendly Muggle couple takes him under their wing, but there's a problem: they are intent on setti...
