"I can't work with him. I can't. I won't," Harry leaned forward.
"Yes, you will," Hermione sighed, shuffling a few papers.
"Why?"
"Because…I'm too tired to argue, Harry." Hermione made for the door.
"Why not?" Harry persisted. "It's – it's not fair!"
"Stop your whining," Hermione said crossly. "It's annoying."
Harry looked out the window. "Hermione," he asked after a while, "did you actually think about it before you made the list?"
"Yes, of course I did, Harry," Hermione said hurriedly. "My job is important to me, you know."
"Then have you considered the fact that you might be insane?" Harry snapped.
"No, actually I haven't. I expect to see you tomorrow, working decently with him," she retorted briskly, and strode out of the room.
"No way," Harry breathed. "No way in a million years am I going to achieve my dreams…not with Draco Malfoy around."