"RUN!" Malfoy yelled, he took off in the opposite direction of the Portable Swamp, which just so happened to be exploding in failure.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH MALFOY!" Hermioine took off running behind him, intentions unclear as she wanted to both strangle him as well as get away from the fast approaching dung -ball being hurled at her by trees.
Malfoy made the mistake of looking over his shoulder to stick out his tongue, and it cost him his balance. Off he toppled down the sixth floor flight of stairs. Hermioine smiled smugly to herself, "Karma's a bitch eh Malfoy?" she yelled, running past to go up a flight of departing stairs. Screw Malfoy, she needed to get away before Filtch showed up.
She was so close to the portrait that lead to the Head dormitories. So close! Filch appeared to have gone through muddy hell. The lad caught by his collar on the caretaker's left was obviously none other than Malfoy. He grinned.
"Filch thank goodness you're here! Mr Malfoy here did the most attrocious redecorating to the 7th floor!" Hermione would not lose her title of Head Girl because of that slimy git. "I'd say 50 points off Slytherin!"
"Too late Granger,' Malfoy now smirked, unfazed that his house had lost a decent amount of points, "I told him."
Immediately the bush-haired witch's face turned almost as red as Filch's angry one. "Detention!" he barked, throwing a laughing Malfoy forward.
"What do you say Granger," he put his arm around her neck, "a nice cuddle on the couch before six o'clock detention?"
Hermione pushed him to the side "Ugh Malfoy, you smell like Hippogriff dung. Take a shower and I'll think about it." Malfoy gave her a quick kiss before climbing through the portrait door after a muttered "amor flores".