Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. I also solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter. Thanks for forcing me to acknowledge my worst fear. My thin veil of Denial has now been successfully ripped to pieces. Thank you so much.

A/N: Okay so this is my first fic ever and I hope you enjoy it. It was orginially posted on my AFF account, but I don't think I'll be continuing it there. I'd rather do it here. As you can tell from the title, I have no idea what to name it, and that's because I'm kind of winging this story. Letting it go wherever strikes my fancy. I hope that doesn't discourage people from reading it. I know that a good title is key to capturing a reader's interest, but I do wish people would give this story a chance. I also hope that you'll review it. That would be pretty awesome because I'm very self-conscious of my writing, and I'm convinced that it sucks. I also have no beta. I really don't think I need one, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Enough of my rambling!

"Slimy git."

"Whore."

"Ferret."

"Filthy mudblood."

Hermione Granger glared with all her might at one Draco Malfoy. She knew it was going to happen because this same exchange occurred pretty much every other day. It was like clockwork. She also knew what would follow said exchange because it occurred every other day. Like clockwork.

Draco returned her glare with his trademark sneer. So predictable. He knew what would happen too. In fact, he anticipated it. No, not the same boring argument. That was getting old. It was the wild and unpredictably predictable sex that followed the same boring argument. That's right; Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had wild and unpredictably predictable sex. What Draco didn't understand was why they couldn't just skip the damned fight and go straight to his favorite part. He admitted this and even accepted it. Hermione, however, did not.

She didn't know exactly how it happened. Okay, that's a lie. Hermione knew how it happened. What she didn't know was why.

It all started with the same argument as always. Hermione wasn't sure what the first fight was about. Probably Draco yelling at her for breathing and what not. That wasn't important. What was important was how they went from shouting insults to getting very physical in a way she never thought was possible between herself and the self-proclaimed Slytherin Sex-God. Racking her brain for the solution, Hermione almost heard the click in her mind as she remembered not only how their exchange changed so drastically, but also exactly what their little quarrel was about:

"Where is it blood filth?" Draco snarled out of nowhere to Hermione.

"What are you on about Malfoy?" Hermione didn't bother looking up from her Potions assignment and opted to ignore his foul language.

"You know bloody well what I'm on about! I'm talking about my new quill. You know, the one with gold lining that my father paid a fortune for me to have?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she stated curtly, scratching out a sentence that clearly did not belong in that essay.

"Oh yes you do. I saw you eyeing it greedily a few days ago. I know you're jealous because you couldn't ever afford one," Draco growled.

At this Hermione paused her writing. She looked up, raised a single eyebrow, and continued her with her essay.

Draco was livid at her lack of reaction. He couldn't possibly enjoy this if she wasn't going to respond. What was the joy of sharing the Head position and a common room with Hermione if he couldn't annoy her? He knew that she hadn't taken his quill, but wanted bother her all the same. If he wasn't happy, she shouldn't be either.

"Hey!" Draco cried, "I was speaking to you!"

She put down her plain, not-so gold-lined quill placidly and looked at him expectantly.

"And?" was her simple response.

"And? And?! Y-you should listen when your superiors are addressing you," he sputtered.

"What makes you think you're so much better than me?" She wasn't at all surprised by his answer.

Draco looked offended, like she should acknowledge that she was beneath him. He was about to say something but she held up her hand to silence him. Draco appeared to be appalled at her presumptuous gesture, so much that he couldn't speak.

"Furthermore," she continued now that she had his unwilling and undivided attention. "If I recall correctly, and I always do,I am the top student at Hogwarts, not you. Also, I am the one who configured the Head's and prefect's schedules, not you. Because, if I call correctly, and I always do, you were just too busy tormenting that poor third year Hufflepuff boy to come to the first Prefects' meeting."

Draco smirked at the memory of the insolent Hufflepuff. "If I recall correctly, I also hold the Head position, which means that I am just as smart as you. In fact I'm better."

"Because you're a pureblood?" was Hermione's simple retort.

"You took the words right out of my mouth, Granger." Draco smirked.

"How presumptuous and predictable of you." Hermione rose out of her chair and stepped toward a now amused Draco. "All you want is a reaction from me, you ferret. Well I'll tell you, you are about to get it." Hermione had her wand out in a flash.

Draco gulped. He realized that he had perhaps went a little to far, but he didn't understand her overreaction. They'd had numerous quarrels like this one, and she had always prevailed in keeping her cool. What had changed? Maybe she was finallyfed up with his provoking? "Good," Draco thought, "It's about time the little mudblood was put in her place. I'll show her a thing or two about respecting her superiors."

A/N: I think stop it there for now. Kinda short but I want to know whether or not to continue it. This of course will depend on your liking of the story. I'm open to suggestions and any ideas or comments you have. I want all reviews. Even flames. I like them. They give me an excuse to make s'mores. So PLEASE review the story. Thanks!

Oh, and if you find ANY grammatical errors that I missed, TELL ME! Be rude about it if you have to!