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She was staring at nothing, absent-mindedly stroking a satin black ribbon that had somehow gotten into the kitchen.

"Granger."

"What?" She snapped in earnest now, a little irritated at the interruption of her quiet time.

"What are you doing?"

She shrugged, her shoulders rounding briefly in a show of nonchalance, before answering.

"Nothing, I guess."

He shot a quizzical glance at her. Time for more banter, perhaps?

"How can you guess that you're doing nothing? Surely, Granger, you know something of what your body is doing at the very least."

She glared at him before smoothing her face into blankness and stating, with a sort of a purr, "Oh I know what my body is doing. But surely you have something more important to tend to, Draco?"

He swallowed. His name was starting to sound a little too provocative in her mouth. He attempted to calm himself, and when he came back to the present, she was looking at him expectantly.
"What?"

She huffed, a tiny sign that he had probably won the - well, whatever it was, he had won it. He congratulated himself on a job well done, and allowed himself the luxury of a tiny smirk. He glanced at her, and, sure enough her eyes appeared to be permanently attached to said smirking lips.
The smirk broadened.
Apparently, it was enough to set Granger's alarms off, because she glanced at him in alarm.
"What?"

"Whaddya mean, what?"

"I mean what are you smirking about, you little blond bastard?" She had pulled out her wand and was now pointing it in his general direction. He quickly used his hands to push it down before saying, with a not-very-innocent air, "God, Granger, why do I always have to be doing something nefarious whenever I have a normal facial expression? I haven't tried to kill anybody in years." He chuckled to himself. Hermione finally completely lowered her wand, and rolled her eyes. "Yes, because that's so comforting."

"Hey now, that wasn't even completely fair. I don't like killing people as a general rule, and I only did it for purposes that even you considered slightly appropriate."

She shrugged. He grabbed a mug and prepared himself a cup of cocoa before exiting, although not before whispering in her ear as he tugged a curl, "However, I did manage to ascertain the truths to certain rumors about your proclivities, shall we say? Interesting new kink for, what is it - blondes? In green. I personally prefer brunettes with lusciously wild hair. In red. On the floor. And with voluptuous - mmmfph!"

For 15 minutes, Harry had heard shouting. And then silence. It was a bit eerie actually. Neville was terribly engrossed in his work, rather like Hermione in that way he supposed.
Perhaps he had better check on Malfoy. Quietly, he opened the library door. Lupin glanced at him and stated, "They're in the kitchen. Also, I wouldn't go in there. Personally. Just saying."

Harry felt a tad confused. I m just going to check on them, you know. Just see if they ve killed each other or not. Lupin snickered. "I'm not going to say anything except that if they have, it's from the petit-morte, Harry."

Harry looked concerned. "Hermione hasn't been experimenting with any new spells, has she?"

Remus Lupin just about died laughing before he sobered up and explained in what felt like the awkwardest conversation in his life. By the time he was done, Harry was a cringing bright red and Lupin had recommenced laughing.
There were times it was amusing to be a werewolf. If a bit intrusive. But then, it was hardly his fault he had super excellent hearing, was it?

A/N: And this story is now complete. :) Sorry about the months-long hiatus, my computer was definitely out of comission. I've been itching to use "petite-morte" in one of my stories, ever since I heard of that term.

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