"You're a fucking bitch."
"And?"
"And I think I almost admire that about you."
"Almost..?"
"Well you are a Weasley."
"Yes, I can see how that can affect your opinion about me."
"You sound sarcastic."
"No, really?"
"Gryffindors aren't supposed to be able to sound silkily sarcastic."
"Then what are they supposed to sound like?"
"Hot headed idiots."
"Sorry to disappoint."
Silence.
"There you go again."
"Kiss arse."
"Whose? Yours?"
A sneer.
"If you're so inclined."
"Perhaps I am."
"Perhaps I'd actually let you."
"Perhaps I aim higher."
"Perhaps you do."
"Then what?"
"Then we'll see if I'm in the mood."
A kiss.
"Well."
"Very articulate, Malfoy."
"You kiss well."
"Yes."
"Potter taught you?"
"That's right."
"What happened there anyways?"
A pause.
"He apparently couldn't keep his kissing lessons limited to one person."
"Who…"
"Ron."
"No fucking way."
"Yes fucking way."
"Why is this not all over school?"
"Oh, its all very hush hush. "
"Then why did you just tell me?"
"Because I felt like it."
"You do realize I'm going to spread this all over school."
"Yes."
"And?"
"Go ahead."
A stare.
"You really are a bitch."
"With capital letters."
"Now I know I like it."
"Whoopee."
A sigh.
"I think I'm going to have to kiss you again."
"Be my guest."