Peter/Hermione
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 133
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Two Week Drabble Wars - 14. I don't take orders from no f*cking woman!" - I Spit on Your Grave
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: [Writing Club!] The Word Prompt Express - Prompt Used – 277. Equivalent
Pairing the Character Drabble Competition: Peter/Hermione
"I don't take orders from no fucking woman!" Peter hissed through clenched teeth.
Hermione gave him the equivalent of a Slytherin smirk. "First of all, it should be any. Second of all, yes, you do."
Peter blinked, his anger at being ordered around forgotten momentarily. "What?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips, and her left foot tapping rapidly against the ground. "You should've said, 'I don't take orders from any fucking woman. Proper grammar, don't you know? And then I said, "Yes, you do take orders from a woman. Me. Now do you understand?"
Peter placed his fingers at his temple and rubbed, feeling a horrible headache coming. "Remind me again. Why do I put up with you?"
Hermione smiled sweetly. "Because I let you see me naked."
"Oh yeah."