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8:00 AM to 8:07 AM

"Don't close the… Dang it."

"Granger?" Shocked and "hoping this isn't happening."

"Malfoy… Kill me now."

"What the heck is going on here, Muggle."

"You know perfectly well that I am a witch, just like you… Oops, I meant wizard."

"Very funny, Granger."

"I know."

"What is going on here though, Mudblood?"

"Don't call me that, you prat. I was on my way to breakfast, and something just… pushed me in here."

"Don't call me a prat."

"Fine. I'll call you a git."

"Know-it-all."

"Insufferable idiot."

"No social life."

"Disgrace to mankind!"

"Bushy haired!"

"TOO MUCH HAIR GEL!" Shouting

"… That went way to far, beaver. Hair gel makes my hair look amazingly gorgeous, just like it always does. Why do you think all the girls fall for me?"

"Well it isn't because of your hair. Maybe your money… By the way, I'm a girl and I'm don't have a crush on you. The only way I'd be crushing on you would be if I was crushing in your face the next time you bother me."

"Then you aren't a girl."

"GIT! I am a girl and you know it!"

"…I'm still offended about what you said about my hair."

"Let me help you feel better!"

"…Granger did you just pour a pitcher of water on my head? Was that there when I came in here?"

"I don't know where pitcher came from."

"Why did you pour a pitcher of water on my head?"

"When it dries, it probably won't look as fake. But that won't help your looks. You'll still look ugly."

"I am not ugly… Did you just call my hair fake?" Incredulous.

"Didn't I just say that, Malfoy?"

"Now I'm really pissed."

"…Have you noticed that he had a slightly civil conversation just now?"

"Yeah… this is really weird."

"Tell my about it."

Awkward Pause

"Thanks a lot Granger. Now I'm soaking wet, and I'm cold. Who knows how long it will take for my robes to dry!"

"Well, take them off, and lay them out on the ground."

"Right."

"Stupid."

"There goes the civil conversation."

"Oh well."

"I'm still cold."

"Too bad."

"Give me your robes."

"…What?"

"I said give me your robes."

"Why would I do that Malfoy?" Scoffs.

"Because you made me wet and half to pay.

"Well would you like girl robes with the Gryffindor crest on it?"

"I don't care…Well I do, but it will help me get dry. Besides, nobody will see me, so my reputation won't be ruined."

Sighs. "Fine, Malfoy. Let me get my wand out first… Shoot! Where is my wand? I had it with me before I came in here. Do you have your wand, Malfoy?"

"Let me check… Dang it."

"Oh crap."

"Now give me your robes."

"Whatever." Hands him robes.

"That's a little better."

"How do we get out of here now?

"I don't know, Granger. I don't know."