The Most Unlikely

Chapter One: The Meeting

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It was a cold and stormy night... I read, until I heard a knock on my door. Oh God, who the hell could it be? I had just been getting comfortable, reading a novel, having some martinis (maybe one too many), and already there was an interruption. I groaned and forced myself to put my book down and trudged to the door. I looked into the mirror and stared at my reflection. Damn it, I have bags under my chocolate-colored eyes... perhaps it's because I've been so damned stressed lately. I graduated from Hogwarts about two years ago now, and I had just lost my job. I couldn't go crawling back to my family in China; I had told them off on how I would be successful in the magic world. Oh, how wrong I was... life blows.

My dark black hair was tousled and messed up... it needed a brushing. Before it had been full of life, and now it was just dreary and limp. Oh well. I sighed, and gave up, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ears. I faked a smile and opened the door. My eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped. The last person I would have ever expected was right there, standing in front of me - his blond hair perfect and instead of that sexy sneer on his face, there were clouded blue eyes. Damn him. My old feelings were rushing back to me like a stampede of children rushing out of school when the last bell rang. I rolled my eyes and I was just about to slam the door to go sulk in my own comfort. He must have read my thoughts because he slammed his hand on the door.

I glared at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know..." he said casually, trying to look as if he really was just around. "I was just around the neighborhood."

"No, really, I'm serious," I replied flatly. I definitely wasn't in the mood for a joke.

"Well," he said, reddening slightly, "Cho... I just really want to talk to you. I need you right now." He said the last sentence in sort of a hushed whisper.

"Yeah, so what," I said, staring straight at him and glaring as hard as I could. This whole thing was boring me.

"And I know how I'm your ex-boyfriend's worst enemy," he said quickly, but his pace slowed down. "But maybe we can get to know each other?"

"Look," I said, putting my hands on my hips and grabbing the door, about ready to close it. "I don't know what joke or prank you're doing, but I'm not falling for this... Plus I have plans tonight, you know."

"No," he replied firmly, putting his hand on the door. "Cho, I've been thinking about you for two bloody years and you're going to slam the door on me? This really is no joke. And besides, I know you're not busy tonight."

"How would you know?" I glared at him.

"Well, it's really quite obvious. I mean, you're here on a Friday night, dressed in rather sexy pyjamas."

"Damn you, shut up." I bit my lip. He didn't have to actually point it out. Great, now I feel more depressed than ever. Tears started filling my eyes... but I did my best to hide them.

"I love it when you get mad at me," Draco said alluringly. "I've been thinking about your glares, your smiles, your laughs... just everything about you for the past few months."

I stopped and paused for a second and wiped my tears away. Draco Malfoy, heir of Slytherin, likes ME?! A bloody Ravenclaw?! Haha. Wait until the press hears about this farfetched story.

"Bullshit," I said and slammed the door in his face. I turned around and looked quite smug at myself, walking back to my novel and my martini, resting peacefully on the table. When I finally sat down and got comfortable again and started reading, I heard something in front of me move. It was him. Again.

"You could use the door, you know," I muttered, trying to keep my cool.

"But I know you wouldn't open it," Draco replied coolly. "So I guess Apparating was the only way in."

"You know this is breaking and entering, right?" I replied icily.

"No, it's not. First of all, you are home, plus I didn't break a window to get in. It's called magic." He grinned.

"Get a clue, Malfoy," I replied, holding up my book and continuing to read again. "If I don't let you in, maybe it's because I don't want you here."

"I don't care," he muttered. "I just... just want to look at you. I've missed you since you graduated from Hogwarts. Father is making me work endlessly for him."

That really ticked me off. "Aren't you tired of these foolish games?! Leave me alone!" I yelled at him, almost bursting into tears. "I don't have a job, I can't afford anything, I'm waiting for my landlord to just evict me, and I'm already bloody depressed enough! You want to rub it in my face even more about how you're a rich and spoiled kid and you get everything you want if you just snap your bloody fingers?! Save me the time, Draco!"

He looked up to me, his eyes honest. "So this is what you think it is? Here I am, pouring my heart out to you - and you think it's some sort of joke?" His eyes seemed to moisten a bit; and his eyes, oh, those eyes... They looked bluer than ever. I just wanted to kiss him, but I forced myself to stop.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" I exclaimed angrily, trying my hardest to not let the tears in my eyes fall to the ground.

"Because... I like you." Draco said slowly.

"Bullshit," I said. "Now fuck off, Malfoy. I'm in no mood for this crap of yours tonight."

"This isn't my shit, Cho. These are my real feelings," he said to me quietly, stepping closer. He tilted my chin, so our eyes were locked and he came forward. His soft lips brushed mine, and we kissed for quite a while. He had the softest lips and there was so much electricity between us, I could have passed out. He pulled back away and smiled. "Now, did you or did you not feel anything?"

I turned away while more tears formed in my eyes. He softly touched my chin and moved my head back to facing his. He leaned in for another kiss, and I gladly accepted. This kiss was a hell of a lot better, a little more tongue, too. Damn, he was a great kisser. I practically melted, and I don't know how - but I managed to step back.

"Draco," I whispered, my lips quivering. "I can't do this..."

He stepped in front of me and looked into my eyes. "So, you still hate me, huh?" he asked me forlornly.

My eyes filled with tears again... I just broke down. "I don't know, Draco... My life is so complicated. I'm not looking for a relationship... I'm trying to get a job, paying my debts... I just want to get back on my feet."

Draco embraced me tightly. I took a breath and the smell of Ralph Lauren cologne filled my nostrils. I loved that scent. My knees felt totally weak and I felt completely safe in his arms. The barrier broke... I think I like him now.

"As for the apartment matter," he said. "You can live with me."

I looked up at him. "Draco... you don't have to," I said.

"But I want to... as a friend," he said, holding my hands and kissing them. "I want to be your friend, too."

"Draco," I whispered, "why are you being so nice?"

"I've always heard everyone talk about you. When you were Potter's girlfriend... you looked so amazing. Everyday I thought to myself 'Potter doesn't deserve to be with her.' I've seen you play Quidditch, too. Even if I was an ass to Potter, I never meant to be it to you," he replied.

"Draco," I said, touching his cheek, "thanks... a lot. You don't know how much it means to me." My eyes filled up with tears again. Damn, why can't I stop crying? Damn PMS. I tried and blinked them back; but failed.

"It's okay..." Draco said, tilting my head and giving me a quick peck on the lips.

I pulled away. "I don't know if I can do this..."

"But this just feels so right..." Draco replied huskily.

"I know, I know... but still..." I said unsure, putting my hands on his chest. Oh God, I could feel his perfectly shaped muscles.

"Whenever you're ready," Draco grinned. "I guess I still am the ladies' man! I've still got it!" His grin was so appealing.

I laughed. "Don't get too excited, Tiger."

"Damn, you're so much sexier when you're actually nice," Draco commented.

"Thanks," I replied dryly. "Maybe I should be a bitch again."

"Nah," Draco said, shrugging the idea off. "So what do you want to do?"

"Martini?" I asked.

"Muggle drink?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shrugged. "As long as it's alcohol, I'll drink it. Plus, the olive is a nice touch, don't you think?"

"Sure," he replied, getting up.

"Well, I'm not much of a cook at making anything, but I guess martinis are an exception," I shrugged, handing him his own martini, olive and all.

"Thanks..." Draco said slowly, while staring at his drink.

"It's safe to drink," I laughed quietly, while I slowly sipped my own drink.

"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying you barely have any money for rent, yet you can spend money on alcohol? Well, maybe we do have something in common," Draco teased.

"Proud of it!" I laughed and then become serious. "It seems like alcohol is like the only thing that makes me feel better. It's the only thing that makes me feel as close as to being happy as I can get... did that even make sense?" I laughed to myself.

"Agreed and yes... oddly, it did make sense," Draco replied, nodding. Wow, this is getting strange. I didn't expect us to have much in common... but I'm surprised. "I have bottles of scotch and whiskey lined up in the cupboard back at home... but I'm not an alcoholic or anything."

"Neither am I," I grinned, as I drank more of my martini.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. The noise of ticking clocks seemed to get louder and louder.

"So... greatest ambition in life?" Draco asked, fiddling with the toothpick that held his olive in his martini.

"Ah, well at Hogwarts, I've always wanted to become a Quidditch star," I confessed, my cheeks feeling hot. "But lately, my ambition is just to get back on my feet."

"Quidditch star, eh?" Draco asked slyly. "Interesting... Anyways, as your new friend, I can help you with your latest ambition - getting back on your feet.

"Well, I'm sure Father can pull some strings and have you work at the Ministry... if you want," Draco added.

"No, it's okay," I replied. I felt embarrassed. It was like he was helping me out because he pitied me or something. No way, Cho Chang would not take charity. "You've done enough for me... I mean, after all... we are going to be roommates."

"Are you sure?" Draco asked. His blue eyes were alert... there was something different about them... I don't know what... but just something different.

"Positive," I replied and gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll try my best to find a job, and let's just hope it works." I glanced at the clock. Two AM.

"Shouldn't you be home, young one?" I asked, nodding my head to signal to the clock.

"Young one? Haha, you're only two years older than me," Draco replied. "Besides, I'm eighteen... I can do what I want."

"You make me feel old... I'm nineteen," I sighed. "Nineteen years old, single, jobless, broke, slight alcoholic, fat, about to get evicted, and ugly. Wonderful life, isn't it, hmm?" I asked him sarcastically. Awesome way to cheer myself up.

Draco sighed. "What is up with girls and low esteem? 'Oh, I'm fat, I'm ugly, I'm this, I'm that!'... gets so annoying. Especially when it's not true."

"Oh, you know it is," I said, walking back into my "kitchen." Living in the Muggle world for the past two years had really gotten me... "Muggle-ized." I grabbed a Budweiser beer from my refrigerator and opened it. Ahh, gotta love that sound. "Want one?" I yelled to Draco. There really was no need to yell... my flat was so small, the neighbors could probably hear you when you yell. I suppose I was a tad drunk.

"Nah, I'm fine!" Draco yelled back.

I walked back and sat down, enjoying my Budweiser. I don't remember what happened next, because I blacked out.

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