"I hate you Mudblood" he snarled.
"I hate you back," she replied with the same bitterness in her tone.
"I mean seriously, ever thought of a hair brush?" Malfoy said, sizing up her bushy hair.
"Ever heard of duct tape?" she asked, ignoring his confused expression and much fancying seeing Malfoy's mouth taped shut.
"Mudblood."
"Annoying git."
"At least I have friends," she said in the same bitter tone.
"You're a know-it-all."
"You're dumb."
"You're about as pretty as a Blast-Ended Skrewt."
"You're about as clever as a tree," she spat back.
"Weasel doesn't like you, he never has."
"I know, and I don't care."
"And why is that, Granger?" he said in a bored voice.
"Because I like someone else."
"Oh really?"
"Yep."
"And who might this lucky guy be," he said sarcastically, glaring at her.
"Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Why not?"
"Touché ."
"Touché ?"
"Yes, it's a muggle expression."
"You muggles don't make sense."
"I know."
"So who's this guy?"
"Wow, it seems as if you're jealous!"
"Me? Jealous? Mudblood, please."
"Well, you keep bringing it up."
"So?"
"So you're jealous."
"Curious."
"Jealous."
"Whatever, I don't know why I'm wasting my time with you," and rolled his eyes.
"Then leave."
"No."
"And why not? You just said you wanted to leave."
"Because I was hiding my feelings for you."
"..."
"Did I say that out loud?"
"Yep."
"Well, that's quite awkward."
"Indeed it is."
"..."
"So you are jealous."
"Am not."
"Am too."
"Am not."
"I need to tell you something."
"Okay what?"
She motioned for him to lean closer "The guy is you," she whispered in his ear.
"Really?"
"Indeed."
"Interesting."
"Yes."
"And how do you know I wasn't lying about liking you?"
"I don't."
"Than why did you say that?"
"Why not?"
"Touché," he said, and pressed his lips against hers.