Our fate ships dramione (not complete...yet.)

Chapter 7: I'm proving them wrong

Hermione woke up the next day earlier than usual.
It was 6:30 and she had to go back to the ministry today. After all,the Minster of magic being absent for so many days would make the media feel sorry for her.And she didn't want that.She took a week off,she wouldn't extend it.She decided it was time to give the paparazzi what they wanted,which was a clear image of her to see what her state was.She would give it to them.

She cleaned up,took a long,warm shower and got ready as formally as she could in her white button up shirt and black pants and coat.
When she was done she looked into the mirror and smiled slightly.

"Time to show myself to the wizarding world." She spoke to herself.

She took her wand and her bag from the side table and out her heels on nervously.Why was she nervous? It wasn't her first time going into public.
She opened the door to come face to face with another one.

Malfoy's door.
She had wondered the first day who would be her only neighbour since there were only two apartments on this floor because of the humongous sizes of them,but she hadn't expected malfoy to be her new neighbour.

She didn't realise she had been staring at the door in front of her when the door started opening.
She adverted her gaze back to wearing her shoes and tried to get out of there before she got noticed by malfoy.

But he was too quick.He came out quicker than she could leave.

"Hi granger." He seemed amused as she looked back slowly.
He as usual,was smirking like an idiot.God she hated that smirk so much.

"Hi malfoy." She replies neutrally,her back suddenly stiff as a steel rod.

He chuckles,looking at her with an amused expression.

"What's so funny?" She crosses her arms over her chest and raises an eyebrow.
She suddenly felt defensive again.

"The fact that you tried your best to get out of here before I came out.Eager to get away from me huh?"

The fact that he saw right through her annoyed her very much.
"What makes you think that?" She frowns,trying her best to look confused...and failing.

"Oh please,you don't fool me.Stop pretending granger." He rolls is eyes ,unconvinced.

She just scoffs.
"I'll be going now."
She tries to walk away before he suddenly startles her with his voice again.

"wait."

What did he want now?
She turns back,an annoyed expression taking over her face.
"What?"

"A bit jumpy are we today?" He raises an amused eyebrow.

"Get to the point." She rolls her eyes.

"I was just going down as well,mind if I tag along?"

She was actually a bit surprised but hod it fairly well.
"Sure,I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

"Great,now you get the pleasure of walking with me." He grins proudly.

"Not so sure about the pleasure part but whatever helps you fall asleep at night...." She mutters loud enough for him to hear.

He scoffs.
"Whatever."

"well,come on then,I don't plan on being late today and the daily prophet making up a story about me being a cry baby and crying in the mornings."
She rolls her eyes.

"They don't need you to be late to make up stories.Who reads that shit anyways?" He scoffs as he starts walking beside her,

"Language,and the whole wizarding world does." She replies as they get into the elevator.

"Well,it's obviously just for entertainment,I can't imagine anyone actually believing it."

"Most people do actually...last time they made up a story about me cheating on Ron with a raven-head when I went out for lunch with harry and he was disguised to trick the paparazzi.And most people actually believed it...that was before Harry shut it down with proof in his hands." She replies with a bored expression.

"That's absurd.It makes me want to burn the newspaper down." He says arrogantly.

"I do that everyday." She replies honestly.
And really she did,she had unsubscribed to the daily prophet a year ago,but they still sent her the newspaper anyways.When she had warned them not to,they didn't listen,so she made a habit of burning them every morning.

"Pardon?"

"I burn them every morning." She repeats.

"You could just unsubscribe." He points out.
"Better than wasting all that paper."

"I did,a year ago.But they wouldn't stop sending it to me.I warned them..but it's the daily prophet we're talking about.So I brunt them one day,clicked a photo,and sent it to them.But they still didn't stop."

He laughs "no way!" and seems surprised and amused for a moment before coming to another question.
"But you're the Minster of magic,surely you can do something?" He turns to her with a puzzled look.

She shakes her head.
"The daily prophet is a stable newspaper.Infact,the most stable in wizarding london.And besides,thousands of people that actually are innocent would be unemployed.It's too bad that the people who make up the stories get the hold of the newspaper.Take rita skeeter for example,she has a thing for hogwarts and it's students.Heck,even the ones that have graduated."

He nods,in thought and disappointment.

They come to halt as the ministry entrance approaches.

Snap.Snap.

A young and frankly,ugly lady is smiling a toothy grin at them,and then she's gone.Apparated.

"What the-I thought these people weren't allowed near the ministry anymore?" Malfoy seems annoyed.

"They aren't.But it doesn't matter to them." The brunette replies annoyed as well.

"Well,it was nice walking with you granger.And I'm sure it was rather pleasurable walking with me too.I'll see you later." He smirks charmingly at her,a smirk that made ladies fawn over him.

But she didn't fall for it.
"Oh please,don't flatter yourself.I could say the same though.And yes,I may see you later." She rolls her eyes but laughs nonetheless.

He chuckles as she walks inside.

She thought about looking behind her again,but she decided not to.She was nervous enough having so much attention on her.
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Little did she know the blonde had stayed on the spot for a whole five seconds before heading off to his company.