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     "So, boys come over to your house a lot that daddy knows what to say." Draco said, wiggling his eyebrows at the blushing sixteen year old. He didn't even flinch when she hit his shoulder. She rolled her eyes at him and sat down on her bed with her laptop, notebook and pencils. 

     He looked like he was about to sit down next to her but she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back, pointing at the ground. The blonde pouted like a child but all she did was roll her eyes. Again. "If you keep doing that your eyes will get stuck." He said to her but she did it again. Like he was going to tell her what to do.

     "Have you gotten your half of the written part done? Cause I have." Hermione said, concentrating on the screen as she typed in something he couldn't see.

     "Yeah, do you want to start on the actual poster now?" 

     "A. Sarcasm isn't a good look on you Malfoy-"

     "Aw, you think I have good looks Grang- ow! No need to get physical!" Draco said while rubbing his right shoulder. Who knew that a stuffed lion could bring pain. 

     "and b," She said, stressing the word out while glaring at him, "yeah, we should. I have some markers and colored paper in my closet."

     Draco nodded and rummaged through his bag before taking out two bags of glitter, one green and the other silver. Hermione noticed it when she got up to take some things out of her closet. "We are not coating the poster in Slytherin colors."

     "Fine... What about silver though?"

     "Alright."

     "Hey Granger, do you mind if I see your part of the project?"

     "Yeah, okay, whatever." Hermione responded, barely interested in the conversation while she rummaged through the back of her closet. Also known as pile of garbage. The blond walked over to her bed and turned the laptop around to face him. He was about to click on the Pages behind it but couldn't help and see her messages.

     Wait... when did he tell her about his music lessons? When did they even chat? Besides the only person he told besides his parents was...

     "Mya?"

[ I can't believe I forgot to tell you all THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH FOR 20K READS! Ughhh, i'm like, 5k away for 1/4 of a 100k ( which is sort of my goal right now ) and turns out this is gonna be three parts. BTW CLIFFHANGER MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ]

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