A/N: Wow. It feels like forever since I've written Dramione. I miss it. Hopefully, I've passed this writer's block. Please R&R!
Speed Drabble: "That smells revolting." , "Are you sure you don't want any help?" , exclaim
The Valentine-Making Station: Glitter - Write about a big mess that's difficult to clean up.
W.C: 266
Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no-"
"Granger?" Draco asked as he came across a spilled green potion and a very, wet girl in the middle of the corridor. He took a step back and covered his nose quickly. "That smells revolting."
"You don't say," Hermione dryly remarked, trying to stand up from the mess. Unfortunately for her, the twins really outdid themselves with this potion and made sure the sticky, gooey liquid actually made things sticky. She unwillingly turned to Draco and pursed her lips. "Will you help me?" she mumbled.
"You want my help?" Draco exclaimed incredulously, looking as if she suddenly sprouted two heads and spoke latin.
Hermione mumbled something that sounded eerily like the words pompous git before fixing him with a cold stare. "Yes, Malfoy. Hermione Granger wants Draco Malfoy's help."
Draco smirked and shrugged. "Hmm, I don't know." He began walking around the mess. "What do I get?"
Hermione snorted. "Feel like you've done something good once in your life?"
"Try again." Draco waved his wand in the air as a taunting gesture. "I'm sure you can think of something. Say how about begging and calling me Master? Or failing a test?"
"I don't need your help if you're making ridiculous requests," she snapped.
"Are you sure you don't want any help?" Draco mocked, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Hermione cried out desperately. Draco smirked and arched a brow. She lowered her eyes and tried to control her blush. "P-Please, M-Master Malfoy."
Draco turned bright red. He didn't actually think she would do it. Damn Granger. How could he resist her now?