Drabble Three:

You Call That Hate?

"I loathe you with every fiber of my being, you stupid little ferret!" the Head Girl shouted hot headedly across the common room to the boy she had to live with for the rest of the year.

"Shut-up you annoying little half wit I don't like this any better than you do!" he screamed back at her.

The couple drew their wands and quickly closed the gap between them the furniture now moved to the walls, they stood there gazes locked, wands aimed, tension, hate, and heat flowing freely about them in waves. Neither let their guard down for some time. Finally after what seemed to be an hour they calmed somewhat and lowered their wands.

"Get out of my sight you foul loathsome evil little cockr---." She was cut off as a pair of hot gentle and yet hard lips came down on hers. She let out a soft moan and her hands flew to his soft blonde hair. He pulled away to breath long enough for her to say. "I hate you Draco Malfoy." Before letting her lips attack his again as he did the same to her.

They parted once more gasping for air. "You call that hate granger? I'd hate to see what loving me would have you do…." She blushed and giggled before turning her attention back to his lips.