Once upon a time in a land far, far away-
What the fuck are you doing, Malfoy?
Writing a story before you interrupted, what else?
You should be listening to the professor! N.E.W.T.S is just a week away!
Aww. Is Granger worried about me?
What? NO. Why would I, of all people, be worried about you?
Because you're actually bothering me to listen to the damned ghost instead of goofing around so I won't fail~
... You assume to much, ferret.
And just when I thought we were finally having a civilized conversation.
Pfft. A civilized conversation? With you? Is that what we were having?
Yes, I believe so.
In your dreams, Malfoy.
Actually, we're having more than having a civilized conversation in my dreams, Granger.
... What do you mean?
Well, for starters, you're sitting on the desk without your clothes on and your legs spread wide open and my hands crawling to your hot, dripping-
SHUT UP. Shut up!
Hey. You asked.
You're disgusting, Malfoy.
A Malfoy, yes. Disgusting, hell no. In fact, I am-
Hey, what's happening here? And why is Draco giving me a mental image of Hermione sitting on the desk, nake-
Blaise?
Yes?
Shut up.
Okay.
... Shit, Blaise. You just got owned. By a GIRL.
Is there something wrong with girls, Malfoy?
Actually, ye-
Mate?
Yes?
Now's not the time.
Draco looked up from the parchment and saw Hermione giving him a glare that promised him nothing but death. He gulped.
Right. There's no problem with women, Granger. Nothing at all.
Just as I thought. :)
That happy face is scaring me instead of assuring me, Granger.
Same here.
Who said I was trying to assure you boys of anything? :)
Blaise and Draco looked at each other and gulped simultaneously. Both sweating profusely. Hermione smirked at the sight.
I'm gonna uhh... I gotta go talk to uhm... Crabbe about err... something important. I think.
They both watch the italian pass the parchment to Draco hastily before trying to strike up a conversation with Vincent Crabbe, dumbass extraordinaire, for show. Hermione giggles quietly as Draco chuckles in amusement.
Think you scared him too much there, Hermione.
Oh. So we're back to first name basis now, huh, Draco?
Oh enough with the evil eye, 'Mione. It's not exactly fooling anyone.
Who says I was trying to fool anyone?
Says me.
Bastard.
So, Head's Dorm after lunch?
I'm busy.
Oh really, with what?
Potions essay.
Come on, just a quickie.
Fine. 10 o' clock. Sharp.
Don't be late ;)
A/N: Just an incredibly short oneshot. :))
In case you were wondering Hermione was in italics, Blaise was in bold, Draco's was normal. How was it? Heh. I think it was confusing. Oh well~
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