"Shut up, will you Malfoy?" whispered Hermione. "Do you want Filch to hear you?"
"Maybe…what the hell do you want Granger? You almost killed me with that scary face of yours."
"Why are you such an asshole, Malfoy?" she asked.
"Take the last word of that sentence, and you've pretty much answered your own question Granger."
"You are- nevermind… I need to talk to you."
"Well I think you've got my full attention," he said, looking at her hand, which was grabbing the collar of his robes.
"Sorry," she said, and let go. "Look, I need you to teach me how to, well…"
"Out with it Granger, I've got things to do," he said.
"Like watch Christina Locke prance around the common room?" she raised her eyebrows.
"How do you? Nevermind. Granger, who is it you want to torture?"
"Well. Harry."
"You're shitting me, right Granger? You've absolutely got to be kidding, or I'll marry Pansy."
"No, I'm not kidding." She said sternly.
"Oh…well I'm not marrying Pansy. Any who, if it's Potter you want to annoy, you'll have to hit him where it hurts. His parents. He's a tough person to torture. I mean, the kid's single-handedly taken on the Dark Lord. He's not exactly a wimp."
"Ooh but that's cruel! I mean, come on, his parents?" she squealed.
"Granger, you want to torture Potter, but you don't want to be cruel? Is this world turning into one big oxy moron or something?"
"Wow, you know what oxy moron means Malfoy? I'm impressed." She smiled.
"Stuff it Granger. Why am I even agreeing to help you? Like I said, you want to hurt him, go for the parental thing. Trust me, it'll work."
"Fine, Malfoy. I'll just continually make fun of Harry's parents being dead. Good?"
"It brings tears to my eyes Granger. Never thought I'd see the day you'd make fun of Potter." He said sarcastically. "Why do you want to anyway?"
"I have my reasons." She said.
"You know it would just be easier to kill Bella DeAngelo." He said.
"What? How do you-?"
"I'm not stupid Granger. Despite what you think- I know you like Potter. I've known since day one. It's been rather funny watching. And the day that friend of Locke's pranced in here, I knew it was World War 3."
"How do you know about World Wars?" she asked him.
"I don't. Blaise was talking about the History channel at dinner."
"Oh." She replied. "Well, Malfoy…umm…th-thanks." She managed to get out.
"Oh, it's for a worthy cause Granger. Now please leave, or else someone might think we're doing something that completely disgusts me in all ways possible up here."
She left, and about 5 minutes later, he made his way back to the common room. It was dark. At 11:00 p.m., the lights in all the common rooms went out, leaving them dim from the roaring flames in the fireplaces. He was about to go up to bed when he spotted someone asleep on the couch. He walked over to get a closer look. Her cds were spread out on the table next to her. She was drooling on the leather.
"Maybe…what the hell do you want Granger? You almost killed me with that scary face of yours."
"Why are you such an asshole, Malfoy?" she asked.
"Take the last word of that sentence, and you've pretty much answered your own question Granger."
"You are- nevermind… I need to talk to you."
"Well I think you've got my full attention," he said, looking at her hand, which was grabbing the collar of his robes.
"Sorry," she said, and let go. "Look, I need you to teach me how to, well…"
"Out with it Granger, I've got things to do," he said.
"Like watch Christina Locke prance around the common room?" she raised her eyebrows.
"How do you? Nevermind. Granger, who is it you want to torture?"
"Well. Harry."
"You're shitting me, right Granger? You've absolutely got to be kidding, or I'll marry Pansy."
"No, I'm not kidding." She said sternly.
"Oh…well I'm not marrying Pansy. Any who, if it's Potter you want to annoy, you'll have to hit him where it hurts. His parents. He's a tough person to torture. I mean, the kid's single-handedly taken on the Dark Lord. He's not exactly a wimp."
"Ooh but that's cruel! I mean, come on, his parents?" she squealed.
"Granger, you want to torture Potter, but you don't want to be cruel? Is this world turning into one big oxy moron or something?"
"Wow, you know what oxy moron means Malfoy? I'm impressed." She smiled.
"Stuff it Granger. Why am I even agreeing to help you? Like I said, you want to hurt him, go for the parental thing. Trust me, it'll work."
"Fine, Malfoy. I'll just continually make fun of Harry's parents being dead. Good?"
"It brings tears to my eyes Granger. Never thought I'd see the day you'd make fun of Potter." He said sarcastically. "Why do you want to anyway?"
"I have my reasons." She said.
"You know it would just be easier to kill Bella DeAngelo." He said.
"What? How do you-?"
"I'm not stupid Granger. Despite what you think- I know you like Potter. I've known since day one. It's been rather funny watching. And the day that friend of Locke's pranced in here, I knew it was World War 3."
"How do you know about World Wars?" she asked him.
"I don't. Blaise was talking about the History channel at dinner."
"Oh." She replied. "Well, Malfoy…umm…th-thanks." She managed to get out.
"Oh, it's for a worthy cause Granger. Now please leave, or else someone might think we're doing something that completely disgusts me in all ways possible up here."
She left, and about 5 minutes later, he made his way back to the common room. It was dark. At 11:00 p.m., the lights in all the common rooms went out, leaving them dim from the roaring flames in the fireplaces. He was about to go up to bed when he spotted someone asleep on the couch. He walked over to get a closer look. Her cds were spread out on the table next to her. She was drooling on the leather.