Twelve. Bathing in Spaghetti Sauce.

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Draco was exhausted and his day wasn't even remotely over yet. He was slumped at one of the library tables in his university, trying to concentrate on his assignment but he just could not bring himself to do it. His exhaustion wasn't the only distraction though. Hermione Granger had texted him earlier this morning and ever since he couldn't focus his mind on anything else. Thank Merlin he didn't have any more classes scheduled for the day.

After about wasting an hour doing nothing too productive, Draco left the library, hoping to get some rest before he had to meet Hermione and his cousin Leo for the planning of a charity event. He had been hoping to get out of it, but a text from Hermione and letter from Narcissa had been enough motivation for him to attend. He headed to the university grounds, threw his bag and himself on the soft grass. Once comfortable, he shut his eyes and hoped he would get a few minutes of sleep. He hoped he had some energy left for the meeting or else he would have to face Hermione's wrath. Taking off his mind from everything, he was half-asleep when someone disturbed him. He opened one eye and saw his classmate Oliver hovering above him.

"Did I disturb you?" he asked him.

"Um, not really, what's happening, mate?" Draco replied sitting up.

"I saw you from class and thought I should come chill with you," his classmate answered with a smile.

"Yes, thanks for that," he muttered. "I was doing nothing good anyway."

"I kind of noticed that, Draco," he replied. "Why do you look so tired?"

"I had a late night last night."

"I bet you did," his friend smirked.

Draco snorted and said, "Trust me, it wasn't anything close to what you think. I was up all night reading something for work."

"I didn't know you worked," Oliver looked at him. Oops, Draco thought, now I will have to think of some lie.

"Um, I help my mother with her work sometimes, she owns a small company," he said. He wasn't entirely lying either.

"Malfoy Industries?" his classmate asked. Draco turned his head to look at him so quickly his head hurt.

"What?"

"I know you are a wizard, Draco," his friend answered calmly. "I come from a magical background as well."

"Oh, how come I don't know you then?"

His friend just laughed and said, "Because I am from the U.S.A."

"Oh, yes, forgot about that," he mumbled. "How do you know about me?"

"Who doesn't know about you, man? I used to read about you English wizards all the time. You guys are obviously famous," he replied.

"And that's a curse we will have to live with all our lives," he said looking at his watch. It was time to leave for the meeting with Hermione. "I have got a meeting to attend, want to catch up sometime soon? I will even introduce you to Harry Potter!" he smirked.

"Sure, that'd be great! I would love to meet some magical people here," he looked up at Draco.

"Great, I shall see you soon then! Goodbye!" he said and walked towards his parking spot. Out of necessity, he had had to get his car to university today, no matter how much he hated looking for parking spots early in the morning. He pulled out his car and drove towards the restaurant where he was meeting Hermione. Thankfully it wasn't lunchtime yet or else they would have to struggle to find a table. Upon reaching, he found himself sitting alone in the restaurant, waiting for his cousin and Hermione to arrive. It was so unlike both of them to arrive late.

After about twenty minutes, both of them arrived together, smiling and acting like they hadn't walked in so late.

"Hi," Draco muttered once they reached the table.

"Why so sullen, Malfoy?" Hermione asked sitting next to him. She was wearing a black skirt and a lacy blouse which made her look extremely sexy and Draco extremely uncomfortable. Why did she have to be so beautiful?

"Oh, nothing much, I have just been sitting here since the past half an hour," he replied.

"Sorry, but we got caught up with something," she said smiling and looking at his cousin. Draco shot him a look that was promptly ignored. He then looked at Hermione with raised eyebrows and she figured what he was implying. She shook her head fervently and hit him on the arm simultaneously.

"Draco, NO! We weren't doing anything of that sort," she whispered harshly. "How dare you!"Draco laughed in response, more out of relief than anything.

"Sure, anyway, let's get down to business, I am too tired to be wasting time," he said and pulled out his laptop to plan out everything. For about two hours, all three of them discussed, argued, suggested, and shouted out ideas for the event. In the end, it was decided that they would hold a donation drive and an awareness program for the project.
Soon it was time to part ways, but Draco couldn't get himself to separate from Hermione. His cousin had left a while back and now the witch opposite him was hinting at leaving.

"Come on, Draco, let's leave, it is almost four," she said looking at her watch impatiently.

"Why, what's the hurry, Grangie? Got a date lined up for tonight?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. She just scoffed and looked away from him. He sensed that she was angry over some joke he had cracked during the meeting. Apparently, she was not slavery jokes. In his defence, he was just being an ironic Malfoy. But damn him if she understood.

"Hermione," he said softly. No response. He stood up and sat next to her. "Grangie, I am sorry."

"Hmmm," she said playing with a fork absentmindedly.

"Come on, Granger, don't be like that. I am apologizing, aren't I?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded weakly.

"Hermione! Don't do this!"

She turned to look at him with her shiny brown eyes. "Draco, I said it's okay," she said tersely.

"It was just a joke, Hermione," he said with desperation. The next thing he knew, he was bathing in spaghetti sauce. Hermione had deemed it appropriate to dump the remaining contents of her bowl on his head. He looked at her through wet, sticky eyes, and noticed her grinning. He also people in the restaurant giving him strange and funny looks. Goddamn it, he thought. Without another word, he stood up and headed towards the loo. Once inside, he washed himself and his clothes clean. He shook his head and grinned, despite his messy situation. Thankfully, it hadn't been a bowl of hot soup.

Draco went back out, only to find Hermione gone. Although she did leave a note for him on the table:
'It was just a joke, Draco, relax! I had to reach somewhere. Don't worry about the bill, it's looked after by Malfoy Industries. Have a good day and see you soon! H.G.'

He beamed reading it and pocketed it carefully. He wouldn't admit it but he was probably going to save it. Merlin, this woman is going to drive me batshit crazy, he thought amusedly.

I hope you liked it! It's midnight here and I can barely keep my eyes open. Working on Saturday sucks.

Love,
M.

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