You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
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Anything Wrong Granger?
Leave me alone.
Did Weasley crawl up your arse?
You are the rudest person I've ever had the misfortune to meet.
Is that so?
Yes, that's so.
So is it Weasley?
A lot your care!
I don't really care actually, it's just I thought you looked miserable about something so I decided to make it worse for you.
Ho, ho. Will it satisfy you to hear that you're succeeding? Mission accomplished. Now you can leave me alone.
You've got a pretty frown, Granger.
Men!
Aha, so it's problems with men you've got!
Like it's any of your business.
You're right its not. But then again, it pleases me to see you bummed about something.
Good for you. Does your grin get any wider than that?
We'll let's see…
Ugh! Stop it. Idiot!
Are you calling me an idiot?
I guess I am.
Think you're so lofty, don't you? Being snappy with your sentences? Above getting into a brawl?
You know, you're plan's starting to backfire, Malfoy. This is actually making me forget about my problems.
Well, you should have guessed, sweetheart, that that was the original plan.
Yeah right. You just hate not having the last word.
Do I?
You just said that because you had nothing else to say.
Did I?
Malfoy, why don't you go and get a life. This is ridiculous.
I have a life, Granger. A life that you can only dream of. It's you who have to crawl out of your wormhole and seek the surface. If you can find your way, that is.
chuckles Very creative. In a book, Malfoy, you'd be that shallow character who ruins everything for everybody and ends up killed in the end or else shrivels into oblivion.
And you would be the heroine?
No!
What then?
It doesn't matter. I was talking about you only. I was insulting you, if you're too dimwitted to get my meaning.
Don't even try to insult me, Granger. I'm the master of insults here. Anything out of you is lame.
Oh I could just smash the pulp out of you!
With those little fists, you won't get anywhere.
Want to bet on it? SMASH!
And that's how Draco got a black eye and a sore ego. The idea of being smashed to pulp by a girl! And not just any girl! Hermione Granger!