Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. J.K does. I am just a humble fan writing a little fan fiction about my favorite couple!
Chapter beta'ed by the wonderful jessirose85.
Love is never selfish or rude…
It was tradition. A box of chocolates, hot butterbeer and her favorite movie of all time "A Walk to Remember." This was how Hermione Granger liked to spend her Valentine evening.
For the past five years, she had broke this tradition only once when Ron had taken her out to dinner the year after the second war. It had been an uncomfortable experience for both of them with the loss of loved ones was still fresh in their minds. In the months that followed, she and Ron somehow drifted apart, the horrors of their pasts becoming too much for them to share together. Ron went away to work with George at the Weasly Wizard Wheezes and Hermione took up a job at the Ministry. The friendship had survived though. The three of them, Ron Harry and Hermione, still met up at the Burrow once a week or hung out often at the Shop.
This year too, Hermione expected her Valentine to be no different. The last thing she needed was a visit from the most annoying wizard ever. Draco Malfoy to be precise.
She had been so engrossed in the movie that, without thinking, she had hastily called out a 'come in' to the knock on the door. Now, Draco Malfoy stood towering over her, his dark robes billowing behind him, sneering down at her, condescending authority written all over his pale features. As Hermione gaped at him speechlessly, he flicked a lazy glance at the television and regarded it as if it was something infinitely nasty.
"Always the mudblood aren't you, Granger?" he spat, "Still can't resist you muggle toys, I see."
He turned his gaze back on her, appraising her with cold eyes. Recovering from the shock of seeing him in her house, Hermione blushed furiously as she realized how she must look to him, slumped on the couch in her thinnest tank top and cotton pants, chocolate wrappings and tissues strewn all around her. She pulled up a blanket to her chin quickly and finally found her voice.
"Do you mind?" she said pointedly.
"Of course not," he obliged, smirking nastily, "frankly, I find this much expanse of mudblood quite disgusting. The sooner you get decent, the better."
With that he turned around to give Hermione time to rush upstairs to her bedroom.
Once in her room, Hermione felt her annoyance rising steadily. What was he doing in her house? How dare he ruin her quite evening by barging in like this? How dare he come back in her life after ignoring her existence for the past five years? She knew that he too worked at the ministry and they had crossed paths a few times. But he each time, he had passed her by like he didn't know her at all, like he wasn't her worst enemy, like he hadn't spend half his life trying to make her life miserable, Hermione thought furiously. He better have a good reason for disturbing her in the middle of her favorite movie, and just when she had been tearing up at a particularly sad part.
Alone in the living room, Draco chuckled to himself. He didn't want to be so mean to her. He really didn't. But for some reason, Hermione Granger brought out the worst in him. He knew he had riled her up properly; he had seen the flash of anger in her eyes just before she had left. He felt anticipation rising. Wait till she heard exactly who had sent him to her.
He looked around and sneered at the small and messy living room. Who would have guessed that the epitome of perfection, aka mudblood Granger lived like this.
He heard her stomp down the stairs and back into the living room wearing a set of dark robes over her night cloths, her hair pulled up in a casual bun. She pulled out her wand to clean the mess on the couch that she had vacated moments before, but Draco stopped her.
"Allow me." He said in a voice that he knew would surely infuriate her. "Scourigify"
The wrappings vanished, the cushions righted themselves. He pointed his wand at the square thing blasting a stupid argument between to people and the television turned itself off.
"Thank you," she said through clenched teeth. "Now, what do you want?"
He took a seat opposite hers and said, "A drink would be nice."
"That's not what I meant." Hermione snarled. "What are you doing in my house?"
"I need a favor from you." He replied simply.
He watched her eyes widen for a moment and then her lips curled up in a smirk that could give Lucius a run for his money any day. He suppressed a smile.
"Well, well, well, Draco Malfoy needs the favor from the queen mudblood herself," she said smoothly, "I do believe that hell has officially frozen over."
He chose to wisely ignore her comment and continued, "You see, Granger I wish to become an Auror…"
At this point Hermione snorted loudly. He looked at her with narrowed eyes. Damn mudblood.
"Why does the idea of me as an Auror amuse you so much, Granger? I believe I can top Potter any day." he said haughtily.
Hermione laughed out at this, "Yeah right, Malfoy! You also thought you could beat Harry at quidditch. But you never could, could you?"
"I would advise you to not go there, Granger," he hissed dangerously. "And speaking of the boy who lived and continues to do so much to my agony, Potter is the reason for this very unpleasant visit with you."
Hermione spluttered and Draco grinned appreciatively. Finally a satisfactory reaction from the she- zillla.
"As you know, Potter is the head of Auror office now and when I told him about my proposition, he too laughed it away. He said that the only way I can be Auror is if I take you, Hermione Granger, flying with me, teach you to play quidditch and win a game against Potter with you as Chaser on my team. You can understand why I could not refuse that challenge." He finished smugly.
He watched her almost gag and open and close her moth repeatedly for a few seconds clearly at a lost of what to say or how to react.
"You need something, Granger?" he offered happily, "some water, a curse to send to Potter or a howler even?
"Howler," she finally wrenched out in a strangled voice. With that she took of upstairs again, still in a daze and Draco rubbed his hands gleefully. He was enjoying this more than he had expected. Maybe this Valentine wouldn't be such a waste after all.
From upstairs, he heard Hermione yell
"HARRY POTTER HOW DARE YOU SEND THAT DRACO MALFOY TO MY HOUSE? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE THE EFFING BOY WONDER, YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN MY LIFE?
Oh he was getting it, that Potter. Draco just wished that the howler would find the pothead in a very important meeting or something in front of many important people.
"ARE SUCH A BLOODY COWARD THAT YOU HAVE TO SEND THAT PUREBLOOD PRAT TO ME INSTEAD OF HANDLING HIM YOURSELF? YOU BASTARD, I SPEND HALF MY LIFE KEEPING YOUR BUTT ALIVE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPLAY ME, BY SENDING THAT FERRET TO RUIN MY VALENTINE?
Ok wait. Granger? Valentine? Life? The poor mudblood was clearly delusional. He sighed. He would have to take it up to him to show her why jumping from the roof would be the best option for her.
"YOU BLOOY WELL STAY AWAY FROM MY LIFE BEACUSE I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU HEAR ME?? I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"
He composed himself hurriedly as Hermione came down heaving slightly. A small black owl was perched on her shoulder. She handed it the red letter and the bird took of immediately.
"Make sure you peck him hard, Blackie!" she called after it.
She turned to him now fiercely, hands on her hips, eyes blazing with rage.
"I am not going to go flying with you ever. And I am never playing bloody quidditch. Alright, Malfoy? So you can just kiss your dreams of becoming an Auror goodbye. Feel free to show yourself out of my house."
She stormed away to her bedroom and Draco heard a door slam. He scowled at her retreating back. She would fly with him alright. He would make sure she did.
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