Across the hall, Hermione was pestering the Slytherins.
"Ouch! Jeez Granger, do you really have to touch me?" Draco said.
"Stop referring to me as 'mud blood' and I'll consider it." Hermione replied.
"Deal. Anything as long as you keep your mud- I mean wonderful hands off me." He winced.
"Anyway," she began, "I need some help." Draco spit out his pumpkin juice.
"Ew Draco watch where you spit," said Christina, wiping her cheek.
"Sorry," he said. He realized this was wrong once he saw the smirk on Granger's face. "Oh shit…" he said.
"Draco Malfoy I can't believe you!" She said. "You said sorry to someone! Oh this will make headlines!"
"I didn't know being polite made headlines, Hermione." Said Christina.
"It does when it's a Malfoy who commits the 'crime'," Hermione replied.
"Just get on with whatever you were rambling about Granger, You see, this whole eating process, you chew and swallow, but with you here, it's more like chew, swallow, vomit."
"Fine Malfoy. I thought I could interest you in making someone's life miserable, but just forget it…" she said turning on her heel.
"Wait! What did you say Granger? About making someone's life miserable?" he looked interested.
"Well," she said in her sweetest voice, "if you're up to it."
"Granger, when am I not up to torturing people?" he said.
"Well I don't know Malfoy, you might be too busy with your little friend over here…" she looked at Christina. Christina gave a look back.
"Granger-wait a minute," he did a double take. "Death glare!" he yelled.
"Courtesy of Genovius Malfoy, 1764!" shrieked Christina back. She smiled again. 'Dammit…why so pretty?' thought Draco.
"Ugh, you people make me sick," said Hermione. "Malfoy, I'll talk to you later." She walked away with a look of disgust.
"What crawled up her ass and died?" asked Christina.
"They creep, they crawl, they do all, they're Creepy Crawlers! Re-fill packs sold separately." Said Blaise.
"Here Blaise, have some more carrots," said Christina as she piled carrots on Blaise's plate. "They're good for the brain you know." She added.
"Ouch! Jeez Granger, do you really have to touch me?" Draco said.
"Stop referring to me as 'mud blood' and I'll consider it." Hermione replied.
"Deal. Anything as long as you keep your mud- I mean wonderful hands off me." He winced.
"Anyway," she began, "I need some help." Draco spit out his pumpkin juice.
"Ew Draco watch where you spit," said Christina, wiping her cheek.
"Sorry," he said. He realized this was wrong once he saw the smirk on Granger's face. "Oh shit…" he said.
"Draco Malfoy I can't believe you!" She said. "You said sorry to someone! Oh this will make headlines!"
"I didn't know being polite made headlines, Hermione." Said Christina.
"It does when it's a Malfoy who commits the 'crime'," Hermione replied.
"Just get on with whatever you were rambling about Granger, You see, this whole eating process, you chew and swallow, but with you here, it's more like chew, swallow, vomit."
"Fine Malfoy. I thought I could interest you in making someone's life miserable, but just forget it…" she said turning on her heel.
"Wait! What did you say Granger? About making someone's life miserable?" he looked interested.
"Well," she said in her sweetest voice, "if you're up to it."
"Granger, when am I not up to torturing people?" he said.
"Well I don't know Malfoy, you might be too busy with your little friend over here…" she looked at Christina. Christina gave a look back.
"Granger-wait a minute," he did a double take. "Death glare!" he yelled.
"Courtesy of Genovius Malfoy, 1764!" shrieked Christina back. She smiled again. 'Dammit…why so pretty?' thought Draco.
"Ugh, you people make me sick," said Hermione. "Malfoy, I'll talk to you later." She walked away with a look of disgust.
"What crawled up her ass and died?" asked Christina.
"They creep, they crawl, they do all, they're Creepy Crawlers! Re-fill packs sold separately." Said Blaise.
"Here Blaise, have some more carrots," said Christina as she piled carrots on Blaise's plate. "They're good for the brain you know." She added.