Mr. Malfoy

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I round the corner to see a young man with blonde hair standing alone grumbling that his father will hear. I smile but exchange the look for one of concern when I approach the boy who could only be Draco Malfoy. "Dear, I couldn't help overhearing but you said your father will hear of something?" He seems shocked but snarls at me.

"Yeah? And what of it ya filthy mudblood?" I chuckle out loud smiling. "Oh dear. I'm not mudblood. I'd certainly hope not, given who I'm related to." He looks ready to pounce. "Oh yeah? And who's that?" I bend to his level. "Not just the Greengrass family but also your betrothed. And unless you want to insult my family, which your father would hear about, I suggest not calling me that again."

He smirks. "And how would he find out?" I smile devilishly. "Because he's been listening to this unfold. Haven't you, Mr. Malfoy?" Just then I hear cane taps on the floor. Not the necessary ones but ones made to alert of his presence. He turns a corner and joins us.

"Mr. Malfoy. Delightful to meet you. I believe your son said you should hear about something? I won't hinder you anymore young Mr. Malfoy. But do refrain from labeling people until you get to know them. And also, I am not your enemy. Try to remember that."

I turn to leave when the snakehead of the cane secures my wrist with sharp fangs. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" He pulls as if to tell me to turn around. I do so. "I apologize on his behalf. Although, if you had kept to your own business, he wouldn't have snapped at you." I smile. "We should talk more over tea. I'd like to share a few details of my venture here with you." He raises his eyebrows. Clearly he doesn't get much positive attention.

"Younger Mr. Malfoy, I'll see you in class. Mr. Malfoy, I was heading to class but I hope you'll take me there. I am lost right now." He shoots a look at Draco but doesn't complain about taking me. "Where to?" I smile and start walking. "Transfiguration if you please. And I can't be late. Its my first day." He glances sideways at me. "I thought you more a teacher than a student." I giggle. "I'm a bit of both but not to many people's knowledge. If you don't mind, I'd like to keep it that way." He says nothing but forges ahead.

I pause a moment. "Mr. Malfoy. I hope you don't mind but we really must have that chat. Soon." He stops but doesn't turn around. I feel something probe my mind and frown. "Mr. Malfoy that is rude and inappropriate. You'll do well to stay out of my mind." He tenses as if shocked I noticed. "How is friday?" I contemplate. "I'll have some work but after I'm free. My office, sitting space, or somewhere to your liking?" He glances back at me. "My manor if you wouldn't mind."

I walk to his side before tugging his arm. "I've been dying to see what it looks like inside. Tell me. Is it high ceilings and spacious rooms without any furniture or is it filled with places to hide and be comfortable?" He smiles ever so slightly. "And if I told you all of the above?" I smile in return. "I'd make you swear on it and prove it with a tour."

I stop outside the room. "I'll be honest, I didn't need help getting here. I'm quite well acquainted. I can explain that as well when we next meet. But, you'll come to take me to the manor, correct?" He stares before a sharp nod of the head. "I will. 7 pm sharp." I nod and head into the classroom.

I see Minerva balk at the man behind me. "He didn't give you trouble, did he?" I chuckle. "I gave him the trouble. I tried asking Draco if something was the matter and he decided to judge me unfairly. His father heard me tell him off so I made him walk with me up here as a payment of such harsh words to my family. I also made him invite me for a chat." She just stares. "I'd have never thought anyone would get him to bow at their feet." I grab her arm to hold myself up as I explode into laughter. "Hardly what I meant. I had no threat behind it. He simply consented to keep his line pure with my cousins heir." She sighs and starts the class.

A bright smile overtakes her features. "Speaking of, she was enrolled yesterday. I had hoped you'd know by now." I smile graciously. "And her house?" Her face falls. "Slytherin, I'm afraid." I snort. "She always was meant for great things. Now she'll get what she wants." She says nothing and starts teaching.

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