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Flatmate
"I heard you're shacking up with my cousin." Draco drawled and leaned against the doorway of his study at Malfoy Manor.
Hermione glared at him. "I'm not shacking up with anyone."
He raised a brow. "You're living together aren't you?"
"So?"
"Then you're shacking up." He declared.
Hermione huffed and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Did you need something Malfoy? Or are you here just to annoy me?"
"I live here Granger." He smirked. "How's the investigation coming?"
Hermione scowled. The smug prat had her checking every room in his whole damn house for a wrackspurt infestation of all things. "Fine, if you ignore the fact nothing was here to begin with."
"You didn't have to investigate Theo and Astoria's house because Luna told them about cabobble-whatsis at dinner last week." He said dryly. "If I have to suffer through Theo bitching about his wife and her sudden fear of going bald, you can check my house for wrackspurts."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You filed a report just to complain to me didn't you?"
"I'm being a supporting husband." He sniffed.
"You're being a pain in the arse is what you are." What did Luna see in him anyway? Hermione checked the room again and lowered her wand. "Alright, done."
Draco smirked. "Not so. You still have the second master bedroom, the right-wing lavatory, the entire third floor, and — oh!" He snapped his fingers. "The attic. Lots of space for those nasty, make-your-brain-fuzzy wrackspurts."
Hermione glared. Definitely a pain in the arse.
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Draco appears and is his usual, charming self isn't he?