"Draco. Relax." She snapped, her forehead resting on her heal of her hand, elbow on the table.

Looking more annoyed than ever, Draco repeated the spell, the wand movement still too tense to create much result.

Her hand came down on his, pinning it to the table. "What would it take to get you to just loosen up?" She demanded, exasperated and surprised that he still hadn't succeeded in doing much of anything to the teacup on the table in front of them, which was supposed to have been hobbling around on legs for at least ten minutes.

"What about you?" He shot back indignantly. "You're just as aggravating as I am."

She drew her hand back, crossing her arms. It was true that she'd been in a rather foul mood all day. Actually, it was getting to be almost chronic. She wasn't getting much sleep, though she tried, and the fact that she had a hard time not arguing with Draco while he had helped her with the latest Potions essay didn't improve her attitude. She had a habit of convincing herself she was right, and that certainly didn't bode well when Draco was right and he knew it. About halfway through she had realized she should trust his judgment and not her own when it came to that subject, and had stopped quarreling with him.

"Alright," She said, "I'm sorry." Though her tone was too indifferent for it to sound completely heartfelt. "But it has to be a fluid movement, and you're not relaxing enough."

"It's a bit difficult to relax when you jump down my throat every time I do something even remotely wrong." He retorted, the lack of patience with her obvious in his voice.

"Right, fine." She said, shaking her head as if in surrender. This isn't going to work. Us, operating together. We've both got dominant characters. We'll just fight the whole time and never accomplish anything but throwing more fuel on the fire.

His chin jerked slightly, in a nod of grudging assent before he laid the argument to rest and looked back at the teacup, as if it had cost him a personal offence.

"Oh God, now don't get angry at the cup." She interjected. "Take a deep breath, calm down." His glare turned on her and her hands flew up to block her eyes from his. "Seriously, cool it." She said. "I can't help you if you're intent on not letting me."

She saw him shift and slowly lowered her hands, now finding him leaning on his elbow on the table, chin in his hand and his eyes on her indifferently, an eyebrow raised.

"Was that so hard?" She asked, " Now, can we please continue?"

"This is incredibly frustrating." He muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Well it doesn't have to be." She mumbled, her eyebrows arched.

"I'm not the one making it that way." He argued.

"You know what, if you're just going to argue with me-" She began, but then realized how childish they were both being. Not to mention that Draco had put up with all of her contests, and had eventually managed to help her finish her homework, where she wasn't doing the same for him. He was watching her expectantly, and she couldn't decide if he was waiting for her to call off their deal, or suddenly admit defeat and apologize. "We're never going to get anything done." She stated.

He took a deep breath, giving her a look. "Don't give me a reason to argue, then." He said.

"Whatever you say," She said almost sweetly, her eyes flicking towards the teacup pointedly.

A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he focused back on the cup, and finally, after all of the disagreements, four little legs sprouted from the china cup and it made a break for the edge of the table, busting to pieces when it smashed into the stone floor.

Draco stared after it for a moment. Remington remarked, "I'd run too." From the attitude she'd had with him from the start, it was only natural that he assumed it was meant as an insult to him. He shot her a glare. "What?" She demanded. "I didn't mean run from you. Well," She paused, "You're a bit frightening when you've got that look on your face. Try smiling, I'm sure you'd be devastatingly handsome." Inside, she was laughing, but her face didn't show it, knowing he'd just take it offensively.

"It's difficult to smile when I'm looking at you." He replied, the seriousness in the way he said it was almost convincing. Until she burst out laughing and a smirk started to form on his lips. "What?"

"Oh," She said, "You know you can't help but smile on the inside when you see me." She said, grinning. "You don't have to admit it."

He arched an eyebrow, leaning his elbow on the table, "Are we done, then?"

"Miss Alvers?" Madam Pince called from the nearest bookshelf. "Professor Snape would like to see you."

Remington looked back at Draco. If he was surprised by the librarian's announcement, he didn't show it. "I guess we are." She said, pulling her Potions book into her arms. "See you tomorrow in Charms."

"You're leaving me to clean up the teacup, aren't you?" He inquired blamefully.

She just smiled at him before walking away.