Draco • 021

[mudbloodhater]

Who • Draco Malfoy, little Alice, and Hermione Granger.
Where • Mille and Draco's chapel.
Style • First.
Status • Closed.

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[only having prepared for Alice's arrival, being that the young girl was proving her cunning and going against his wishes, Draco sets up two cup and saucer sets on the table, standing back to surveil his handiwork. It was

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[ferusleana]

[Hermione had agreed to show up for tea at Alice's request but she'd be lying if she didn't say that she had various motives to coming. Everything she's heard about Malfoy seemed rather bizarre and the young witch couldn't help but want to confirm it for herself.

So dressed casually she made her way to Malfoy's home a few minutes earlier than the appointed time. She brushes off the leaves that collected from her walk over before knocking at the door already knowing that he'd be surprised to see her.]

[mudbloodhater]

[he furrows his brow slightly, wondering why exactly Alice was showing up early. She'd usually ring him to let him know if she were doing so, or else simply show up precisely at the agreed upon time.

[Draco wonders for a moment if some bizarre prank is being played on him as he pads over to the door, opening it with one brow raised. The casually raised eyebrow is quickly joined by the other one, his hand tightening over the doorknob as he forces a faint smile that really looks more like a grimace.]

Granger. What brings you here?

[ferusleana]

[It was no prank, just tricky little girls that brought her to Draco's doorstep.]

Alice invited me for tea.

[Even though a stranger had contacted her, Hermione had still accepted the offer. The young girl was hard not to like even after their brief conversation. Still it wasn't the only reason she was here. She tucks a stray hair behind her ear.]

[mudbloodhater]

[it's virtually the same thing. He purses his lips into a tight line, no longer attempting to smile.]

Alice did, did she? I suppose a third cup is in order, then. I had no idea.

[leaving the door open for her to follow him in, he retrieves a third cup, setting it down on the table with a bit more effort than usual, and a loud thunk. Back facing her, he briefly wonders if she'll notice that the tea was something she had left ages ago from the last time she was around. Then scoffs to himself.]