Ten. Conversations with Harry Potter.

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Hello! Yes, I am alive, sorry for the delay. 

Draco was sitting in a bar near his university campus, brooding over his lunch. Not like I am drinking at lunch, he thought to himself. He had come over to the bar only because his favourite café nearby was occupied with a horde of college students, and he didn't want noise around him while he ate. So, here he was, pushing around the food on his plate, not really paying attention to anything or anyone around him. His thoughts were still stuck on the class discussion they had had just an hour ago. His phone rang, interrupting his thought process, indicating a phone call.


"Hello," he said without looking at the caller ID.

"Hey, mate, what's happening?" greeted Harry on the other side.

"Nothing much, I am out for lunch, what about you?"

"Oh, we just finished our conference at the Ministry. I haven't talked to you in a while," Potter said. Draco could hear his smile through the phone.

"I am so glad you did, Potter, honoured, actually! What conference did you have to attend this time?" Harry, Hermione, and many others who fought in the war were always attending some benefit, party or conference. Draco was glad he did not get that much attention. People loved talking about him, but hardly anyone ever talked to him. Being bad had never felt so good!

"Oh, it was to discuss the orphan situation after the war. Honestly, sometimes I don't even care, I am just so fucking ti-OW," Harry shrieked. Draco could hear some mumbling through the phone.

"Harry?" he asked hesitantly.  

"Yes, sorry, it's just Hermione, she is very violent," he explained. Draco stopped listening after he mentioned Hermione. After their day out at his university (over two weeks now), he had seen her only once or twice at the Leaky, and amidst all that commotion, they could barely hold a decent conversation.

"Hermione? Is she with you?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound too desperate.

"Yes, very much," he replied.

"How is she?"

"She is fine," Harry was chuckling now.

"Tell her I said hello, okay?"

"Why don't you tell her yourself?" Harry was laughing now. Draco heard him mutter something and he knew that Harry was going to hand over the phone to Hermione. Fuck, he wasn't prepared. He didn't have anything witty to say, and on top of it, he was underdressed. Oh, wait, she wasn't here. Fuck, I am losing it, he thought to himself.

"Draco? Hi, how have you been?" chirped Hermione Granger. Yes, she chirped. In her beautiful, sweet voice.

"Oh, hey, Hermione, how are you?"

"I am good, what are you doing?"

"I am having lunch," he replied. SO FUCKING LAME.

"Okay, when I am seeing you?" she asked sounding happy.

"I don't know, when do you want to see me?" he said in his sexy voice.

She actually laughed at that.

"Oh, Draco, I wish I could see you right now. The conference was so interesting, and it gave me so many ideas. I want to talk about something with you, but as the owner of Malfoy Industries. Do you want to meet sometime this week?"

Fuck, why was she so ambitious and nice?

"Um, you know what, Hermione? I am actually pretty busy this week. Why don't you ask my cousin or mother for a meeting? I am sure they would love to help," he said, not liking the fact that he was lying to her. However, he had to; honestly, he could not deal with being the Malfoy heir, especially when it came to feisty (and sexy) war heroines.

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