Summary: "Whatever Zabini, she's got bad blood! Big whoop. Like I care. I'm still gonna marry her one day." Draco and Blaise have a conversation about a certain Hermione Granger. Drabble.
"What the hell is wrong with you, mate?" asked Blaise Zabini, entering Draco Malfoy's office.
Draco leaned back in his comfortable chair. "Nothing at all", he answered smoothly. "Should there be anything wrong with me?"
Blaise waved a copy of The Daily Prophet in front of his friend's face. "Then what is this?" he said
"What is what?"
"Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about."
"Care to elaborate?"
Blaise shook his head. "You told Rita Skeeter that you're shagging Hermione Granger!" he exclaimed.
"Oh that."
"Well, are you?" demanded Blaise.
Draco sighed. "Are you shagging Ginny Weasley? No I don't think so but you want to."
"You want to shag Granger?" Blaise looked disgusted. "But she's-"
"Whatever Zabini, she's got bad blood! Big whoop. Like I care. I'm still gonna marry her one day."
"She hates you."
"Minor problem", replied Draco. "Which can be easily dealt with."
"How do you intend to do that?"
"Kill the Weasel in his sleep", shrugged Draco. "Poison him. I don't know. Something dramatic."
"Malfoy!"
Draco rolled his grey eyes. "This is the last time I'll ever tell you this: I'm not evil", he said dramatically. "Just slightly bent and extremely twisted."
"Aren't those the same things?"
"Essentially."
"You're crazy."
"I know."
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