He wanted to stuff a sock down her throat. He wanted to strangle her. He wanted to hex her into oblivion. Any goddamn thing to shut her up.
"The feeling is mutual, mudblood."
"Oh honestly Malfoy, come up with a better insult than that! It has gotten old over the years."
"Oh I can think of a hundred other names to call you, Granger. Think of it as a pet name, my personal favorite. Didn't it ever occur to you that maybe I have better things to do than think about you and what to call you?"
"Like what exactly? You're too self absorbed to think of anything or anyone else but yourself"
"I beg to disagree, Granger"
"Why don't you just go on ahead and drown yourself or something. You'll be doing the whole world a favor…you foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach."
"Why don't you drown yourself? You'll be ding the wizarding world a favor and we all know that's the only world that counts."
"Well if it weren't for all us little muggleborns there wouldn't be al wizarding world left!"
"Why don't you go onto the top deck and make yourself useful by mopping the floors or something. I'm sick of this pointless bickering"
"I've had enough of this! Enough of you! It was hard enough seeing you in school in the corridors and having to deal with you then and now, five years later I'm stuck with you in some boat with no one else for company! Merlin, how am I going to bloody survive?"
"Well I've had enough of you! But it's not like we have a bloody choice, Granger."
"I'm not even going to have this discussion anymore. I'm tired and fed up!"
"What are you doing?"
"This side of the ship is mine and that is yours. You are driving me bonkers"
"Right, Granger. You are mental."