~DracoHermione~

Prisoner of Azkaban: She...Punched...Him!

Draco always accused Crabb and Goyle to be a little slow on the uptake, but here he was, still holding the side of his face - whilst making a run for the castle - not exactly an easy task, mind you. Behind him, Zabini and Nott followed closely, snickering. He scowled.

"She punched you," Zabini cackled, with a unfamilar light in his eyes, that looked a little too amused for Draco's liking. "I always knew it would happen sometimes. But I'd always expected it to be, Potter or Weasley." He shook his head, in disbelief. "Never the mudblood."

"Don't call her that," Draco snapped, his eyes immediately widening as his friends watched him, dumbstruck. He pretended to look over his shoulder, nervously. "She might be following. I don't want her messing up my face anymore than she has," he snarled, half-heartedly.

Zabini laughed loudly, while Nott merely smiled, amusedly. "She's got some guts, you know. One word of this gets to your father - "

"My father will not hear of this," Draco interrupted, looking horrified. "I already know exactly what he'd say."

"Draco, how dare you let a mudblood lay a hand on you! Disgrace! Shame!" Zabini's impression was uncannily accurate.

Draco watched him, warily. "It's a bit frightening how you know my parents so well."

Zabini shrugged, smirking. "I can also imagine what your mother would say..." He looked at Nott, expectantly.

"Draco! My poor ickle dragon! Did the mudblood hurt you?" Nott sounded eerily like his mother.

Draco eyed him, carefully, before his face took on an expression of defence. "She doesn't call me her 'ickle dragon'!"

"Whatever you say Drakie-Poo." Zabini chuckled, because he was just too hilarious.

Draco grimaced at the reminder of Parkinson's horrid pet-name for him. "Don't do that!" He shoved Zabini's shoulder, lightly.

"You know," Nott said slyly, "I bet Granger wouldn't call you Drakie-Poo."

"Yes," Zabini agreed, "That is, if Drakie-Poo here, can ever get her to stop hitting him - OW!"

Draco had poked Zabini in the ribs with his wand. "Shut up about it. It's nearly time for lunch, anyway."

"Alright then...Ickle Dragon - Ouch!" Nott rubbed his arm, with his nose crinkled into distaste.

"It seems," Zabini commented, "That Granger has rubbed off onto our ickle Drakie-Poo. He's gotten a taste for abuse..."

Draco took one last fleeting look over his shoulder watching as the bushy haired girl made her way to the oaf's hut, ignoring his friend's 'witty' comments.