"I'm not going to say it!"
"Well, neither am I."
Malfoy tries to summon up all his hatred for me in his glare. He fails, and ends up giving me some sort of stink-eye. I place my hands on my hips and give him the most stubborn look I good muster up. It must have worked its magic, because I see him slightly flinch.
"I know you want to say it," he replies, cockily. Pfft, like he really knows what I want. I thought I was supposed to be the know-it-all.
"Well, excuse me, but I happen to know that you want to say it more." May not have been the most clever, but it was the truth.
"More?" he asks. "Are you admitting you want to say it?"
Opps, guessed that must've slipped out. Looks like I might be falling here. But I'm not going down without taking him with me.
"There may be some teeny, weeny, part of me that might enjoy saying it. But you, sir, want to say it so badly it hurts. You want to go in front of the Great Hall at dinner, and scream it at everyone. You want to walk down the halls at night, whispering it in people's ears, letting them know that you want to say it, and you mean it."
I see him flinch at my response. We're both falling, down into this canyon, and we're never coming back.
"What is I did say it?" He asks.
"I guess I would win then," was my answer. I gave him a smirk, letting him know that if he did, I wasn't beneath throwing it in his face for the rest of my life.
"But what if I said it, and meant it?"
My eyes widen, only for a second, but he sees it. He smirks. He's going to let me win, but only if I choose to lose too. Which doesn't make any sense, but I guess this whole thing isn't making sense either.
"I would be obligated to say it back, and mean it too."
My smiles, a genuine smile. I can't help but smile back. He pulls me towards him. His hands snake around my middle and his lips find my own. After a short, gentle snog, he pulls away and looks into my eyes.
"I love you, Hermione."
"I love you too, Draco."