A/N: Some of the characters in this potential story may act OOC, and no, there's absolutely no bashing in here. This takes place during eighth year.
warning- contains sass and books. typical Malfoy behaviour, and defensive facetables.
"I thought I told you Granger, that I don't need or want your... 'help', as you so elegantly put it," Draco Malfoy said blandly, not bothering to look towards her, as he knew that Granger would be strutting towards him like she owned the wizarding world. Which, technically, she did.
Because of her place as a Golden Trio member, as everyone called them these days, Granger was fawned over and every half-blood, muggle-born and squib in the wizarding world ate out of her hand, just for being associated with Potter, the famous bastard.
"You did, but you deserve help after all you've been through." Granger took the seat across from him, and started rummaging through her bag for... something, he didn't know. "Oh, save me Merlin, from whatever rant you want to discuss, Granger," Malfoy moaned, slumping in his seat and covered his face with the table, effectively doing a facetable, however that works.
"I don't rant, Draco," Granger said idly, still rummaging through her bag. Malfoy sneered at her. "You're Granger! Of course, what was I thinking?!"
Granger sat up instantly with a large book in her hand, and slammed it down onto the table, eyeing him with a stoic gaze. "What did you say?" Draco shrugged, pointing towards the book. "You mean the book? Oh, it's Hogwarts, A History. It must have said something extremely rude for you to be mad at your beloved books." Granger looked irritated, but didn't bother to grace a response at the jab. "No. In fact, I was just about to skim read it, if you don't mind."
...
"Do you want me to actually answer that, Granger?"
"Mmhmm,"
Draco Malfoy scoffed. "No, just no, Granger. I'm not doing that even if my life depends on it."
"Is that a I'm not doing that even if my life depends on it response I hear?"
"Yes. Just, whatever it takes for you to shut your ugly excuse for a mou- mmmmph!"
Like a heatseeking rocket, one of Granger's heavy books threw itself at his face, and met its target with a loud thump. Aka, his face. Did he mention that it was his face? Cautiously, he reached up and dabbed his nose, and when he saw the blood coating his fingers...
Draco Malfoy screamed like a girl, and what was the deal clincher; he smattered it over his cheeks in a futile attempt to get rid of the blood.
"You, you absolute... girl! Wait until my mother hears about this!"
A/N: I'll be taking prompt requests for chapters as well, if this doesn't end up being a oneshot.
~what a life it's been