Chapter 2
So he was obsessed.
It really was foolish, “extra” as Theo would call it, but that didn’t make it any less all consuming.
So that’s why he was currently sitting at his work desk, wearing his absolute most expensive suit, his hair perfectly coiffed, tapping his rings against the laptop in front of him. The large phone with keys and buttons was much more difficult to figure out than his cellphone. All the years he had mocked muggles and there prehistoric thinking and here he was, having to make a 45 minute floo call to Pansy to figure out how to use the Gods forsaken thing.
But he figured it out.
Naturally.
His finger hovered over her name, only a tiny circle of her face showing in the search bar. He squinted at the mess of chocolate curls obscuring her face on the screen. He needed to see more of her, he wanted to know what she’d been up to, how different she truly was from that tiny speck of a girl he’d secretly fallen for all those years ago. Her “Instagram” was all Pansy could suggest. Apparently those two were friends now. What a different world it was.
Oh.
He loved Instagram.
It was almost a whole book about Hermione Granger. Pieces of her life put together all on one clickable screen. I was fully locked in to the digital pages, clicking like a man starved on almost every photo.
She was perfect.
And he was Draco Malfoy.
It made absolutely no sense but, fuck it if he wasn’t going to try.
He felt unmoored, slightly manic. She was right there, talking to him, teasing him. She pulled at every single one of his insecurities and soothed them without even trying. And Gods was she gorgeous. Everything he didn’t deserve all wrapped up in a pretty yellow bow. He’d give just about anything to unwrap that bow.
His fireplace flooed to life and in popped the curly haired head of Theodore Nott. A shit eating grin taking up half of his face.
“Drakey.” He beamed.
“Whatever it is the answer is no.” He’d been part of enough of Theo’s schemes.
With a dramatic flip of his floppy bangs, Theo scoffed
“Please. This is not about me. Your mother was just at Grangers cafe and she said you’ve been seeing someone.”
“What?” He groaned. Lovely. First she was trying to set him up with every woman in Wizarding London and then she was ruining any chance he had with the one witch he wanted.
“Yeah. And Granger looked totally uncomfortable while Narcissa was going on and on about the change in you and how much happier you seem. Frankly I’m very upset I have to find out like this. You have some little French witch wrapped all around your wand and you keep that from me? You know I live for this.” He pouted.
Draco’s eyes nearly shot out of his head
“She said all this in front of Hermione?”
“Oh yeah. She was nodding along but you could totally tell she wanted to crawl out of her skin. I wonder if she’s still uncomfortable when it comes to you because of the war.” He sighed.
“Theo. I have to go.” Draco brushed away the smoke and ash, effectively ending the call and grabbing his phone as quick as possible.
