Author's Note: Hey, fellow readers! So, umm... one shot for you all. Ahh... not ONE-SHOT per se. But I'm going to cut it down to chapter wise. Anyways, I love Dramione fanfics, so much soo - that I' currently in lacking for reading new plots and stories. Other than 'AMOROUS' - which, I noticed you all took a shiner too. So, I decided to make one of mine. I hope you all guys will love it as much as I love writing it. Anyways, I don't know how fluffy or goo-ish this is turning out to be, so I'm leaving the decision out on you all.

This is rather AU and the characters might be OOC. I'm doing it for my own fun sake.

Disclaimer: I don't owe anything.

Summary: After twenty minutes on a very reluctant but steady talking on my part, a blanket of silence befall upon us. Before Ron was the one who broke it, "So, Malfoy is toying with you." Ron articulates slowly. Harry turned to ask me. "So, what are you going to do?" My answer was simple. "Ignore him." If only avoiding him were that easy. DM/HG

SUBTLE ADVANCES

By: S.P. Tripathi

1. At the Ministry. Meeting. Monday at morning, 10:00 am.

I watched as our leader dismisses the meeting. Freeing us.

Shuffling of feet resounding throughout the place while the screeching sounds of chair grated against the linoleum floor of the Ministry of Magic, floor 4, the Department of Injuries and Marmalades. To be more precise.

Yet, despite of everybody crowding the place, I was the first person who was speeding to catch the nearest exit as soon as possible. To get out of the place and free myself from the heavy burden, weighing me down - which I'd been feeling since the commencement of the meeting.

Or for the whole week.

But I inhaled sharply, cursing mentally when a pale, long hand come to rest on the silver knob before I could. While a heat of air brushes past my left ear as he drawls in that annoyingly familiar tone, "Granger."

It was a word. My surname. Just a mere greeting.

But it was enough to fry my nerves at one go.

Huffing breathlessly and gritting my teeth hard enough to hurt, I harden my face in a stony scowl. Wordlessly, I pivoted sharply to move for the another getaway.

But when I reached the other knob, a dark shadow looms over me from behind. Tsking.

I felt something touch the back of my head and I was startled when he spoke in my hair, "I thought you were a Gryffindor." The expels of his breath tickling the back of my neck - through the strands of my long brownish curls.

Growling into the door, I push my elbow behind my back, hearing a low chuckle. A low, "Ouch," being muttered in my head before I hissed, "Piss off, Malfoy!" And all but wrenched the door open and slipped out of the door.

And away from his ruddy presence.

-... To be continued...-

A\N: I'm really sorry for being this late. And also updating this rather than the on-going story. But my mind is really all jumbled up and currently, I can't seem to find the... even level I'd been craving for sooo long. I can't even find in me to even write something. Goodness! I want somebody to help me out in here! I'm real sorry readers! But fear not, the next update will be tomorrow! So watch out for that!

- I really love you all! I just thought you should all know. -

Until next time then,

S.P. Tripathi