Disclaimer: Who reads this crap anyway? But Harry Potter does not belong to me. Obviously.
After Harry and Ron left, Draco turned to Hermione with a glare. "You didn't have to hit me that hard!"
"I was playing my part," Hermione replied flippantly. "In fact, I'm playing it so well, I think I might start like Harry and Ron."
Draco's mouth hung so low, you could practically see his throat.
"Close your mouth, Malfoy, you'll attract flies," Hermione snorted. Draco shut his mouth with a snap and argued, "But 'Mione! I'm the one you're supposed to like! Not Potty and the Weasel! We've been dating for so long!"
Hermione sighed. "First of all, don't call them that. Second, you were the one who wanted to keep the relationship a secret because, and I quote, 'Malfoys never disgrace their name with a public relationship with a Gryffindor!' You also wanted me to pretend to be friends with Ron and Harry to keep my cover. You make your bed, you lie in it!"
"Not unless you're there under the covers with me…" Draco said lewdly, blinking his eyes suggestively.
Hermione's cheeks turned an attractive light pink. "Why you little-"
Her slender hand connected solidly with his pale cheek with a satisfying crack.
"OW!"