"Watch your mouth, Granger." He hissed at her. "Or have you forgotten who you're talking to?"

"I know perfectly well who I'm talking to. A slimy, foul-nosed git, who achieved his highest potential as a ferret."

Draco glared at her, his eyes piercing her. "I would take a ferret any day over your skin getting anywhere close to mine."

Hermionie half-listened to what the Head Girl was saying. She was too busy worrying about C and all of her other problems to really care what she said. "-Draco and Hermionie will patrol the dungeons, Entrance hall and the west wing-"

"What!?!" Hermionie and Draco said angrily at the same time.

Draco looked at her then took a step away. “Are you on drugs or something?” He leaned in towards her and sniffed at her. “You don’t smell like it…”

Hermione stared at him before saying, “Why do you know what that smells like?”

Draco stiffened. “I have my reasons.”

Being so close to her made him anxious. His eyes flittered over her, and he wanted to touch her. He didn't know why, but he did. Yet, at the same time, every inch of him loathed her, and he regretted ever agreeing to this 'plan' in the first place. It meant spending more time with the person he loathed. It meant constantly putting himself in this situation. Playing tug-of-war with himself.

Hermione turned to glare at him, and snapped quickly. “That’s exactly what it was. Nothing.” She continued walking, even though he had stopped to let out a frustrated sigh. He watched her walk away, running a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated. He let out an annoyed hiss before using his long legs to catch up to her, and cut her off, towering over her. He was about to open his mouth to speak, when Hermione beat him to it. “What’s this? Is Draco Malfoy all wound up all over a little kiss?”