"You didn't tell me you invited Malfoy," Hermione hissed as she passed Harry her duffle bag. Her best friend smirked at her and her scowl morphed to a snarl. "Don't."
"I never said anything," he murmured back, though he was still smirking. Hermione huffed and folded her arms across her chest.
"I can see those wheels turning Harry James Potter," she said waspishly, stepping forward and jabbing him in the chest with a finger, "just because you're shacked up with Nott doesn't mean I too need to 'shack up' with a Slytherin."
Harry chuckled and slammed the boot of the car before he wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulder and steered her towards the car door. "But 'Mione," he whispered conspiratorially, "they're so good with their tongues." Hermione flushed beet red but Harry was already shoving her into the back seat of Sirius' old corvette.
"Granger," Malfoy said, not looking up from his phone. Hermione huffed her acknowledgement of him and slipped her seatbelt on before turning to look out the window.
She slipped her phone out of her pocket when it vibrated after a few minutes of driving and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was from. Glancing surreptitiously about her, she opened it.
Ferret
I am good with my tongue aren't I love?
Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She would not, would not, be distracted from her annoyance with Harry by the thought of Draco and his wicked tongue and typed her response.
Maybe. I might have to conduct more extensive research into the matter though. Perhaps Avery would be willing to help a girl out?
She sent the text and tossed her phone beside her, smirking. She could see Draco's nails digging into the worn leather of the space between them and resisted the urge to reach across and take it in her own.
