I was on another date with Malfo..
Draco.
I needed to remember to call him that.
"Please remind me Chang, why we must do this?"
Draco drawled in that annoying aristocratic way of his.
He was bloody annoying, a bloody prat, he knew the reason!
I gritted out the answer through my smiling clenched teeth.
"Because dearest honeybuns, it's your mothers life debt."
Narcissa Malfoy, who had saved me back in the manor, and Harry in the forbidden forest, was owed two life debts by Harold and I.
If it had been helping Narcissa Malfoy, I would have probably done it without the life debt.
But frustratingly enough, Narcissa had claimed while she did not need any assistance, she wished I would
'Help her son Draco be embraced back into the wizarding world.'
A fancy way of saying she needed me to help restore Draco Malfoys reputation.
Ergo, why I was dating Draco Malfoy.
We had agreed that the easiest way of easing Draco back was making it seem like one of the golden quartet had utterly accepted him.
I looked up at him.
Platinum blond hair, sharp features and cold grey eyes.
Objectively, Draco Malfoy was attractive.
I huff out a breath.
I didn't hate Draco Malfoy, not like Ron, but I also didn't find it in myself to feel sorry for him like Mione and (although he would never admit it) Harry.
He was just an annoying prat. I was happy he was alive and out of Azkaban, but I would have been completely content with never seeing his face again.
"So, Chang where are we going?"
Internally I rolled my eyes.
"Draco, for the last time, call me Laura. We are supposed to be a couple."
He remained silent so I pushed us into an empty alleyway.
"Salazar, Chang ,if you wanted me you could have just asked."
Ignoring him I grabbed a fist of his robes and pulled him threateningly towards me.
"Listen here you little adorable munchkin. Whether you like it or not, I am your girlfriend. So bloody act your part. If you have so little concern for yourself, at least do so for Narcissa."
I pulled him in closer.
"So help me Circe, if you make me disappoint her, I will marry you and snap both our wands to live in the muggle world as squibs."
I let him go.
Draco backed away, all flushed.
A halfblood threatening the oh so great Malfoy heir, must have made him pissed.
"We clear?"
He cleared his throat before, in my surprise, holding out his arm.
I tucked my arm into his.
"Crystal."
Xoxoxo
We were heading to buy new quills when a man suddenly bumped into us, hard.
As Draco steadied me I took a good look at the man who waa glaring hard at us.
"You deatheater. You deserve to rot in AZKABAN for what you did." the man hissed at Draco.
"And you!" The man swirved towards me.
"How dare you betray Harry Potter, by slutting around with the likes of him."
I sighed internally. Great, an idiot.
I was about to give the man a piece of my mind when Draco blocked me, standing between the man and I.
Good godric, was he attempting to protect me?
The man leaned closer to Draco.
"You should have been thrown to the dementors you scum."
"Where were you?"
I spoke up at pushed pass Draco.
"Excuse me?"
I mocked a frown.
"Youre acting like you have any right to say in this. So let me ask. Where were you during the final battle?"
The man remained silent.
"Let me tell you where I was. I was at the front of the war with Harold, Mione and Ron destroying horecruxes and trying to kill a mass murdering psycopath."
I grabbed Dracos hand and held it upwards for him to see.
"And this man right here was a child saving his family from said psycopath. And also, need I remind you, had it not been for his help in his war, Voldemort would have won, for he would have killed Harry."
I jabbed my wand to his shoulder.
"You, on the other hand, were neither at Hogwarts nor a deatheater. You were probably hiding away, which to be fair, I dont blame you. War is scary."
I narrow my eyes.
"But that also means you dont know the war as much as us. And you have no right to judge me or Draco. You were an adult who did nothing, while we were children fighting in a war we had no real part in."
I back away from him and tugging Dracos hand, I brush pass him, nose high in the air.