Disclaimer: In this work of fiction, the characters, places and events are either the product of the author's imagination, or shamelessly stolen...borrowed from J.K. Rowling. Thank-you.

The Confrontation

Setting: A red-haired girl and a blond boy are standing on opposite sides of a doorway. The girl seems to be blocking his way, and vice versa. Ironically neither appears to be striving too hard to pass the other.

'Excuse me.'

'What?'

'You're in my way.'

'Funny, I seem to be in a similar situation myself.'

'Really, then why don't you move that way, and I'll move the other, and we'll be rid of our dilemma.'

'Are you mocking me?'

'Me?'

'You are! How dare you! Do you have any idea who I am?'

'Unfortunately, yes.'

'That, for some reason, surprises me greatly.'

'Oh, really. Why would that be?'

'I, am descended from royalty, whereas you live in—what to you call it—the Hovel?'

'How intelligent. Did you know that royalty was often horribly inbred. What are you.... Sixth-cousins with yourself?'

'No actually.'

'Yes?'

'Seventh-cousins.'

'Do I even need to say it?'

'Stop gloating.'

'Why? It's good for my ego.'

'Now you sound like me.'

'Do I really?'

'Yes, scarily so.'

'Good.'

'You're impossible.'

'I know.'

'May I come in?'

'I beg your pardon?'

'To the room.'

'Oh. Why would you want to do that? There's nothing in here but desks and dust.'

'Well you see, I happen to have a collection of dust particles. I keep it in my trunk. I have some from the dungeons, and some from the kitchens—that was particularly hard to find. It's always impeccable in there—and I even have some from Italy. It's quite impressive really.'

'Shush. Sarcasm doesn't suit you.'

'Are you sure? In that case, then I've been horribly mislead all these years. I think I shall go jump through a double paned window now.'

'Why do you really want to come in?'

'All right, I admit it. There's a secret Floo access to the Dark Lord's lair.'

'I don't believe that for a second.'

'There's a pity. No one believes anything I say these days.'

'I wonder why.'

'Really? So do I. What a coincidence.'

'Are you quite all right? You seem a bit—off.'

'How so.'

'You're not sneering, for one.'

'Am I not? Oh dear. I'll have to remedy that immediately. Here goes.'

'Sorry. You don't look nearly menacing enough. You've got to distort your face a bit more.'

'What?!'

'I was kidding. You look much better without it.'

'Yes, I do don't I.'

'That's a little more like it. Don't over blow your ego. It just might burst one of these days.'

'Highly unlikely.'

'Indeed.'

'So what was the second reason?'

'For what?'

'My offness, you might say.'

'Oh. Well, you're talking to me. Civilly I might add.'

'Gods! What was I thinking?! This will destroy my reputation. Move, you stupid Mudblood-lover—'

'What? Fine. I knew it was too good to last. How silly of me to even think—'

'Hey.'

'—would ever willingly associate with a—'

'A what? No, I'm not going to take my hand off until you promise to stop yelling at me. I was only kidding.'

'What?'

'Joking. . . . no need to look so stunned. I happen to be in exactly no place to insult your friends. Have you seen who I hang around with? Dumb as posts, the lot of them.'

'Zabini's not that bad.'

'No. He's about as good as they come however.'

'And that, is not saying much.'

'Too true.'

'So, for the third time. Why do you want to come in?'

'Why do you want to come out?'

'There's no one in here. It's just an abandoned classroom that I sometimes use for studying.'

'Ah, well, my reason is entirely the opposite. I was so eager to enter for the company inside of course.'

'You're smiling!'

'Yes. It is one of the many expressions that my face is able to produce.'

'I've never seen you do it before.'

'Well, I do admit, it's not an ability I flaunt openly.'

'It's nice.'

'What?'

'Your smile.'

'Oh.'

'Yes.'

'Thank-you. I suppose.'

'You're, er, welcome. Can I leave now?'

'Um, sure.'

'Bye.'

'I'll see you.'

'I'm sure you will.'

Closing: The two teenagers leave hastily in opposite directions, and do not look back. Too obviously.

A/N: That was fun. Something new. There will be another chapter to this. Only one, I think. Remember, reviews are always welcome.

Note: It'll be D/G. Don't say I didn't warn you.