Disclaimer: I own a lot of things...okay...I lied. I don't actually own much. So...its most likely that I don't own this either. Gosh, some people are idiots.

A/N: Thank you bellatrixvssirius for the prompt. Although it is rather silly and was very difficult. I thought I did well though. More prompts would be appreciated! Luv you all :) insert macaday's ego swelling :) I love reviews as well! And chocolate and... :) starts to rant :)

Hermione/Draco – Plastic Chair


Draco fidgeted. They had only been there for half an hour yet that was the fifth time he had moved. Hermione had some how 'conned' (as he liked to put it; she preferred to call it persuaded) him into going with her to visit her old muggle school. They were presently sitting in her old History teacher's classroom.

"What's wrong Draco?" she whispered in his general direction.

"These idiotic plastic contraptions you call chairs. I can't see how you can stand the misshapen things." Draco stage whispered back at her. Her past teacher gave them a strange look.

Hermione sighed.


Word count: 100

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