Hermione and Draco exited the chamber as soon as possible, found a secluded corner, and immediately began to shout each other senseless.
"I cannot believe that barmy old codger put us together!" Draco shouted.
"Don't you say that about Dumbledore! He had a point."
"Well, you seem fairly damn happy about it!"
"Of course I'm not happy about it!" Hermione snapped. "I dislike you as much as you dislike me, Malfoy. There's no sense in us making this anymore miserable than it has to be, though. I'm sure the sooner we act like we like each other, the sooner we'll be able to be assigned new partners."
"I doubt it," Draco sulked.
"Well, it's worth a try, isn't it?" Hermione asked. "I just want to get this over."
"I can't believe I actually agree with you on that."
"What? You think it's worth a try?"
"No. I want to get this over."
"You're impossible!" Hermione groaned and stomped off.
"Dammit, Granger! Get back here!" Draco shouted.
"I thought you didn't want to be around me?" Hermione asked smugly.
"I don't," snapped Draco, "But I'll probably have to be around you less if we just get this stupid thing over with."
"Good," Hermione sighed. "Meet me at the prefects bathroom on the third floor around 11:00. I'm sure no one will see us together at that hour."
"Fine. Mind, I like to be fashionably late," said Draco.
"Mind, I'd like to kick you extremely hard in the --."
"See you at eleven, then."
"Fine," Hermione answered, a grin on her face as she left.
Draco arrived in the corridor outside the prefect's bathroom promptly, or so he thought, at 11:15. Hermione, who had been waiting less than patiently for twenty minutes, didn't share his view.
"I thought we agreed on eleven!"
"I thought you threatened me into being here at eleven," Draco said smartly.
"Well, I... I just want to get this over and done as soon as I can."
"And so do I, which is why I left my common room at eleven."
"How did it take you fifteen minutes to get here?" Hermione asked.
"I walk leisurely," Draco stated simply.
"You exasperate me," sighed Hermione.
"I have that affect on women," smiled Draco.
"Oh, can we just get down to business!"
"Granger, I never thought you'd be so forward!" said Draco in false shock. "But I really must say, you aren't exactly my type. I don't really fancy curly hair, sorry."
"I hate you!" Snapped Hermione. "Why can't you be serious!? Honestly, I just want to get this over with!"
"I'm rarely serious, or honest, and these two qualities make me a fine example of a Slytherin," Draco grinned.
"Well, being both honest and serious are a few of the qualities that make me a Gryffindor. They're also two of the qualities that are making walk away right now, before I try to kill you."
"Someone has their knickers in a twist," whispered Draco as Hermione stormed away.
"Don't think for a moment that you have any affect at all on my knickers!" Hermione snapped, without turning round.
"Oh, I was only joking!" shouted Draco, wandering after her.
"I cannot believe that barmy old codger put us together!" Draco shouted.
"Don't you say that about Dumbledore! He had a point."
"Well, you seem fairly damn happy about it!"
"Of course I'm not happy about it!" Hermione snapped. "I dislike you as much as you dislike me, Malfoy. There's no sense in us making this anymore miserable than it has to be, though. I'm sure the sooner we act like we like each other, the sooner we'll be able to be assigned new partners."
"I doubt it," Draco sulked.
"Well, it's worth a try, isn't it?" Hermione asked. "I just want to get this over."
"I can't believe I actually agree with you on that."
"What? You think it's worth a try?"
"No. I want to get this over."
"You're impossible!" Hermione groaned and stomped off.
"Dammit, Granger! Get back here!" Draco shouted.
"I thought you didn't want to be around me?" Hermione asked smugly.
"I don't," snapped Draco, "But I'll probably have to be around you less if we just get this stupid thing over with."
"Good," Hermione sighed. "Meet me at the prefects bathroom on the third floor around 11:00. I'm sure no one will see us together at that hour."
"Fine. Mind, I like to be fashionably late," said Draco.
"Mind, I'd like to kick you extremely hard in the --."
"See you at eleven, then."
"Fine," Hermione answered, a grin on her face as she left.
Draco arrived in the corridor outside the prefect's bathroom promptly, or so he thought, at 11:15. Hermione, who had been waiting less than patiently for twenty minutes, didn't share his view.
"I thought we agreed on eleven!"
"I thought you threatened me into being here at eleven," Draco said smartly.
"Well, I... I just want to get this over and done as soon as I can."
"And so do I, which is why I left my common room at eleven."
"How did it take you fifteen minutes to get here?" Hermione asked.
"I walk leisurely," Draco stated simply.
"You exasperate me," sighed Hermione.
"I have that affect on women," smiled Draco.
"Oh, can we just get down to business!"
"Granger, I never thought you'd be so forward!" said Draco in false shock. "But I really must say, you aren't exactly my type. I don't really fancy curly hair, sorry."
"I hate you!" Snapped Hermione. "Why can't you be serious!? Honestly, I just want to get this over with!"
"I'm rarely serious, or honest, and these two qualities make me a fine example of a Slytherin," Draco grinned.
"Well, being both honest and serious are a few of the qualities that make me a Gryffindor. They're also two of the qualities that are making walk away right now, before I try to kill you."
"Someone has their knickers in a twist," whispered Draco as Hermione stormed away.
"Don't think for a moment that you have any affect at all on my knickers!" Hermione snapped, without turning round.
"Oh, I was only joking!" shouted Draco, wandering after her.