My Hero

Arguments and Weasels

Hermione's POV:

Huh. That was strange. I could've sworn Malfoy glazed over for a second there. Ah well.

"Well don't just stand there. Hurry up."

Why do I care? Stupid arrogant prick.

Suddenly, Topsy the house elf reappeared. When did she go anyway?

"Master, your dinner has been served. If you would accompany Topsy to the dining room?"

"Yes. Thank you Topsy. Set up one more plate for Ms. Granger would you please?"

"Yes Master," Topsy replied, bowing down and disapparating with a pop.

"Malfoy, I-" I began to say.

"-are extremely grateful, I'm sure. A simple thank you would suffice." He lifted his hand near his mouth and whispered, "that's how normal people show their appreciation."

I roll my eyes and hesitate, thinking about the ever-growing pile of work the other Aurors have dumped on me. I barely go out in the field anymore as I get bogged down with finalising all the mission reports. Heck! I haven't spent a weekend yet without doing work. The trip to Hogsmeade was supposed to help clear my thoughts, and just my luck, I ran into Malfoy.

"C'mon Granger. What could you possibly have to do at this hour?"

Jerk. Quite a-lot actually! Does he think I don't work? Some of us actually have to try hard and work for a living. We don't all get things handed to us on a silver platter. Or gold, knowing the Malfoys.

"And how would you Malfoy, of all people possibly know what I need to do?"

"Not much probably. The Golden Trio don't have to work do they? You simply have to bat your eyelashes and you have people running to cater for your every need."

How dare he? What a-

"But from what I've heard, Granger hasn't been getting much action lately, has she?" he says, smirking once again and raising one blonde eyebrow.

I can feel my cheeks heating up at the hidden implications. Have people really been spreading those rumours about me? Ugh I hate him so much.

"That's it. I'm leaving." I can't deal with his nonsense anymore. If he can't be mature enough to have a simple conversation without insulting me every 5 seconds, he's not worth my time or effort. It's a shame though, I really was enjoying playing with Scorpius. Malfoy should take a leaf out of his sons book.

I match towards the door, grab my coat and prepare myself for disapparation.

"Trying to weasel yourself out another sticky situation Granger?" he calls after me.

"Thank you for your hospitality Malfoy." Not that it was very hospitable. "It's a shame this evening didn't go as planned. You have a very lovely, bright boy, Malfoy. Don't dig his grave before he's had a chance." I pause and look up at him expectantly.

When he doesn't say anything, I sigh and reach in my coat pocket for my wand. "Night Malfoy."

And with that I disapparate.

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Draco's POV:

Well shit. That went swimmingly.
I sigh and slowly run my hands through my hair.
Why does she have to be so goddamn soft all the time?
Whatever. It's not my problem, I say to myself. It's Granger's for not keeping her emotions in check. I keep telling myself that what I did was necessary. I  can't be seen getting too close to anyone ever again. Especially not... Granger.

What would my mother and father say? Not that I care for their opinions anymore; after the war I sat down and seriously thought about where my alliegance should lie. My own family. That's all that matters. I need to protect myself and Scorp from disappointment.
I already made that mistake once, letting Astoria in and having to deal with the aftermath she left behind.

No. Nothing is going to change my newfound life. It may not be perfect but at least it has routine. Rhythm. Not even my sudden...feelings (if that's even what they are) for Granger. Or anyone else for the matter.

I sigh again and head back into the room where Scorpius is hiding.

Yes. Pushing Granger away was for the best.

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