"You deliberately switched the ingredients!" Hermione screamed at Malfoy in frustration. He only laughed in response.
Hermione huffed and stomped her foot. Sure, he thought this was funny, but she had a Transfiguration essay to write and didn't have time to redo their Potions work.
"Listen up, you little shit," she said, poking him in the chest for added effect. "I know where you live and I've seen where you sleep. I swear to everything holy that your mother will cry when she sees what I've done to you."
"Now, how is it you've seen where I sleep, Granger? Have you been spying on me again?"
She blushed. That was not what she meant! Thoughts of Malfoy lying in bed flashed through her mind, causing her cheeks to brighten ever more.
"Don't be ridiculous." She turned to look at her book, hating that he could turn her anger into embarrassment in a few words. "Let's just get this over with." She ripped the jar out of his hands. "I'll add the asphodel this time."
Muttering under her breath about just how annoying Malfoy was and how he made everything so difficult, she crushed the fluxweed with undue ferocity. They'd spent twice as long as necessary making the potion. Merlin, even Neville could've done things faster!
As they worked, he kept smirking at her as if he knew that the thoughts of his bed - and what exactly he might look like in it - refused to leave her head. It was very distracting. She was about to add three times as much fluxweed as needed before Malfoy leaned in to stop her. His fingers gripped her wrist and she turned slowly, keeping her hand as steady as possible – she didn't think she could take it if they had to make the potion again.
He whispered, "Something on your mind?"
She glared at him and tried to pull back but he had a tight grip on her arm. "No."
"You brought it up, Granger."
"What – what are you taking about?"
"Where I sleep … doing things to me that my mother would object to," he whispered suggestively as he slowly removed the fluxweed from her hand.
She watched as he added the correct amount and stirred clockwise five times. Before she knew it, the potion was complete and he was packing up his supplies. She began to do the same.
As she carefully placed her books in her bag, he leaned in and whispered against the shell of her ear, "Just let me know if you ever want to follow through with your 'threat', Granger."
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