Imagine if I…
What should a completely bored Slytherin boy do when he's stuck inside a library because it's raining outside? What else other than annoy the heck out of a Gryffindor girl…
Fiddling with his robe Draco knew he was bored. How he had managed to get himself stuck in the library of all places? He never knew. First year at Hogwarts and already he was having a Gawd awful day. Looking up from where he was sitting he noticed a Muggle-born, Gryffindor girl sitting nearby.
"Hey Granger!" She answered in a monotone voice, never looking up from the book she was reading.
"What Malfoy?" He'd have to get used to it, she was in no mood of putting the book down.
"Are you bored?"
"Not really…" She gave him the impression of actually enjoying the prospect of being stuck in the library.
"Well I'm bored"
"That's nice Malfoy." Actually she gave him the impression of not really caring what he said how infuriating!
"It certainly is not bloody nice!"
"Mind your language Malfoy." So the girl was listening to him.
"What are you reading?"
"A book." She was so infuriating.
"No kidding!"
"I'm sorry, I meant 'Hippogriffs through the ages' history book dating 1500 years back, well before you or I were born." She was a definite nerd…book worm.
"'A book' is a perfectly fine answer"
"Thought so…" She thinks I'm a fool!?
"Hey Granger! Imagine if I flew into the sky and bottled a piece of the clouds."
"You'd end up with a jar full of precipitation." A true blue nerd she was.
"Nerd! I bet you I can think of something you won't be able to reply to!"
"I'm sure you can Malfoy." Was she mocking me?
"Shut Up! I'm serious!"
"I know you are." Or not…
"I bet you I will!"
"I could do with some extra cash…how much?" Oh now the day is going to get good!
"34 silver sickles!"
"You mean 2 Galleons?" Poor mud-blood, doesn't know the wizarding currency rate.
"Don't get ahead of yourself Granger!"
"I'm not! 34 sickles is the same as…oh never mind then." Eh…???
"So I bet you 34 silver sickles that I can say something that you won't be able to reply to."
"Go ahead and say something then, the book is getting interesting." So infuriating…
"Nerd…Imagine if I slayed a dragon!" Easiest 34 sickles I ever won.
"You'd be dreaming." Dumb mud-blood.
"Imagine if a mandrake threw up on you!" Wouldn't that be an improvement!
"That would be disgusting."
"Imagine if you were a pure-blood" Like she could even imagine being something so great.
"I'd throw up." Infuriating girl…
"Not before I would."
"Imagine if I became head boy"
"I would laugh, then question the school's choices." Insolent, infuriating mud-blood!
"Imagine if Potter fell off his broom during the match…no you don't have to imagine that."
"That's not funny, if you try to bewitch his broom I promise I'll set fire to your robes." Party Pooper…
"This can't be right! You're a cheat!!! This isn't fair!" Aha! That did it! She finally looked up from that blasted book of hers! Oh…she looks angry.
"I am not a cheat and neither am I unfair. If you have nothing to say that would leave me speechless than I shall be taking my 2 Galleons now."
Smirking Draco looked into Hermione's eyes, ready for his last chance at winning 34 sickles and leaving her speechless.
"Imagine if I kissed you."
THUD! The book fell…