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YO, What Do You Think You're Doing Malfoy!?

"Malfoy, what do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing." He said feebly, his hands behind his back clutching to a pumpkin pasty for dear life.

"Liar."

"Am not!" He squealed blushing a quick second after.

"Then why are your hands behind your back?" Hermione folded her arms under her chest, pushing her chest upwards unintentionally. Draco seemed to like the entertainment.

"Because-"He rocked on the heels of his feet. "-It helps me balance when I rock." He smirked.

"That's sounds so disturbing." Hermione said her voice evidently amused.

He shrugged and locked his eyes with hers. "Maybe, but you like it."

"Ugh, Draco!" She threw her arms up into the air and pointed an accusing finger at him, her eyes narrowing. "You are disgusting."

"Maybe, but you like it."

"What makes you think that anything that comes out of your mouth I like?" She seethed.

"Because…" He paused. "You like it."

She shook him, roughly. "Shut up! I do not!"

"Keep on telling yourself that, love." A grin plastered on his face.

"You are such a dick." Her lips pressed together rather tightly; as she placed her hands on her hips, making her in Malfoys mind, look incredibly edible.

"Maybe, but you like it."

"Would you quit would with that line!?" She screeched.

"Maybe…" He stepped back a couple. "But you like it." He laughed.

"Oh, you are so getting it now." She ran towards him and as she neared him, her face met pumpkin. Draco could not help himself as he doubled over in laughter as he saw Hermione's hair and face covered in orange and light yellow dessert.

Hermione wiped the dessert away from her eyes, licked off some off her lips, and blinked a few times, staring at him. Draco raised his brows and waited for the assault.

Except it was a surprising assault.

Her lips and his locked, tasting pumpkin. Draco could not help but taste vanilla as well, as he kissed her back with force. He pulled her close and her hands lay on his shoulders as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Then he ruined the moment, by swiping his finger across her cheek and pulling away placing his finger in his mouth.

"Mmm. Never knew you could taste this good."

"Never knew you could be such an ass." Then a frog landed on his head, its' feet pasted to his blonde head. And she sat down and watched the show.

Draco patted his head, to feel something disturbingly slimy on his head. He tugged trying to get it off his head, but it only pulled on his scalp. He yowled in pain and spat at her.

"What the bloody hell is on my head!?"

"A frog." She said calmly as she wiped her face of the pasty.

"Get it off me!" He yelled, panic etched across his face.

"…Nope."

"Hermione Jane Granger!"

"Yes?" She examined her fingers, a smile on her face.

"I hate you." He said.

She laughed and looked at him. "Oh, I love you, too, Draco."

Author's Note: Just thought I might let everyone know that no, I have not died, for those who have read my stories. Just wanted to write something today, because I was really bored.

My humor today failed me when I wrote this. I couldn't think of anything funny.
I don't even think this was funny. But, that's okay. I'll try to make another fanfic that is funny another day.

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