II. The
Draco Lucius Malfoy
Character B:I'm leaving the apartment. I’ll be at your place in 20 min., so if You’re sitting on the bed, Your hair wrapped in a towel, looking blankly at the wall, then I suggest you start to get ready. 😉
Hermione read the text, then put a black hairband on her hair. She secretly loved the fact that he kept punctuation. In her group of friends, only she did that. Not to mention spelling mistakes Ron was making. She was almost ready. She took a bottle of perfume and sprayed all the strategic points her mother had taught her. Wrists. Cleavage. Behind the ears. Behind the knees. And the ankles. She packed the perfume and lip gloss in a small bag. She wore a simple black blazer dress. She unplugged the phone from the charger. She had ten more minutes to go, so she started scrolling through social media. Soon after, she heard a bell. Draco, dressed in a suit, sans tie, was leaning against the doorframe. As soon as she opened the door, he frowned, in surprise.
"You said you were going to wear red."
“Oh, yes. That outfit wasn't professional," she smoothed the front of the dress. Only now did she see the package in his hand. "What's that?"
"A gift," has gained his ease back. It's as if it was a play, and an improvised fragment has ended, and it has just returned to the carefully rehearsed part.
"For what occasion?"
"Open it, and you'll know."
Inside was new Chanel bag. An exact copy of her ruined purse.
"I'm sorry, I've ruined your bag," his words seemed sincere.
“I cannot take it.”
“Yes, you can.”
“But that pen...”
“The pen was an apology," he interrupted her. "As compensation. But I still haven’t made up for the damage. It’s only a restoration of the original state.”
She bite down on her lip, worrying it, making a grumpy face, but he saw that he had convinced her.
“Thank you.”
It was almost like a reflex.
Good girl.
Instead, he said, "Someone spent their money on etiquette lessons?"
“As you can see," she stuck out the tongue.
She turned off the lights in the apartment, put on her coat and they took the elevator down to the ground floor. He parked on the sidewalk in front of the entrance. She smiled, realizing that Draco had the same car as Harry. Only in the matte shade. She thought it was a good start. The boys would have a topic to talk about. He opened the passenger door for her. A true gentleman. Hermione noticed that he was very careful not to show a lack of manners with her anymore.
The first thing she asked, even before he turned the key, was:
“How does the radio work?”
“Here you have stations. Here you change it,” he pointed to the next buttons. "Here you turn volume up and down.”
Draco quickly realized that she was the type of listener who hopped between stations looking for songs, and absolutely couldn’t listen to commercials or news. Impatient, he thought. Or she loved music very much. She sang to every song she knew the lyrics to. He appreciated that although she didn't have a good voice, she didn't sing out of tune either.
He was just finishing discussing how the banquet would go, and what important personas would be there. He turned into a less busy alley and slowed down. He finished his speech with the words: "I hope you'll be a good girl, and on your best behavior. Not spilling coffee on people, and so on."
A shiver ran down her spine. First strike. She hoped he hadn't noticed her shaking it off. But he was a keen observer. Especially since nothing could distract him in her presence. A lazy smile crawled onto his lips. It was a foundation of some kind. He could worked on her. He could bend her. He could teach her.
“Well, are you?” She replied defiantly.
“You seem like a brat.”
“Always an angel,” she smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. Smile that suggested trouble.
Until the end of the road, she said nothing more.