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Chapitre Trois ( ChapterThree in French, the language of...France.)
Recap: He didn't reply for a moment. Finally he said-
" I don't think it's me with the problem, per se."
"What the bloody hell do you mean?" she demanded.
" Well," he replied innocently, " I think you just take it for granted that I have a problem, more specifically, with you."
" What d'you mean? I'm not taking anything for granted. I know you have a problem with... people like me. Or are you implying that you don't?" she scoffed humorlessly. " Even a snake like yourself couldn't pull off such a lie as to say you don't hate my friends and me!"
"Oh, please!" he scoffed in reply. " I don't and never really have. However, if you insist on carrying on in this paranoid manner, I'd think it's safe to say I will."
She was almost speechless. Almost. "But... but," she spluttered. None of what he'd said made any sense. " How do you explain you giving us so much trouble?"
"Simply enough," he shrugged. " I do hate your friends because they're airheads. You, however, were just a ...fringe benefit."
Hermione gaped. "Why're you telling me this? Won't it spoil your 'bad Slytherin' facade?"
"Nope," he smirked, "because you're not going to tell anyone, and I'm only telling you this so we don't fail the assignment."
"Excuse me, but why exactly won't I be telling anyone?"
" Because if you do, your wonderfully overprotective male friends will hear all about your oh-so-exciting simmer in Bulgaria a few years ago that you cleverly omitted from any conversation." At her shocked expression, he added, "Viktor's my second cousin. He talks waaaaaaay too much. You do the math."
"Oh." The summer she'd spent with Viktor in Bulgaria had been miserable. She, in all innocent fourteen-year-old-ness, had had to repeatedly spurn the overt advances of her eighteen year-old host. Some host, she mentallymocked, then sighed her compliance. " Fine. Now can we so the sodding paper?"
He nodded. "Now what exactly is it that we have to do?"
"You have ears and can read, can't you? Do what Snape said: fill out the paper," she spelled it out. "Don't you start being stupid now that you're being nice. Multitask, boy!"
He pouted and muttered, "M' not being nice. Malfoys aren't ever nice."
Hermione laughed and shook her head, saying, "Whatever you say, Ferretboy," which, of course, caused more fake pouting, then more laughing at said pouting.
A.N.- Sorry it's soooo short, but I've been busy with school and alllll that fun stuff. scoffs Yeah. Anyway, don't crucify me yet; the next chapters WILL be better!