"Excuse me! My hair is not bushy!"
"Yes, it is, and it's in my ear."
"Move your head, then!"
"I tried that already, Granger, but there's no escape from your horrid hair."
"Like your hair isn't horrid!"
"So you admit your hair is horrid!"
"Yes, all right, fine, I'll confess: it's beastly. I've tried everything, nothing will control it."
"What about the...?"
"What?"
"At the Yule Ball. It--ah--looked okay then. Better than usual, I mean."
"Oh, that. That took hours, lots of frustration, and about a gallon of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion. It's way too much bother to do it every day, really."
"Oh...I may have a solution for that."
"You're going to give me hair tips, Malfoy? Oh, that's rich."
"What's wrong with hair tips from me?! My hair happens to stay put every day! As opposed to yours, which flies around and hits everyone in the face--and ears, might I add!"
"Please. Your hair doesn't move at all. It's unnatural. It's like you've plastered it to your head or something. Looks utterly ridiculous."
"Well, if I left it loose it would be all--all--look, do you want my tip or not?!"
Sigh. "All right, fine. I've actually wondered how you keep your hair so perfectly still."
Amused. "No, really, Granger?"
"Only once! It was when I was bored in class this one time, and--"
"You, Granger? Bored in class? And thinking about me? This might just work as counter-blackmail for--"
"Will you just tell me the tip, Malfoy."
"All right! Geez. There's a spell that goes 'Statorus.' You wave your wand over your hair until it stays as still as you want it to. It straightens it, too."
"...How do I know you're telling me the truth?"
"I give you my word as a Malfoy."
"...Again, how do I know you're telling the truth?"
"You don't. You'll just have to trust me."
Scoff. "Fat chance of that."
"Granger, what have I ever done to you that would give you cause for distrusting me?"
"Let's start with First Year, shall we? First time I met you, you were--"
"Well, yes, but besides all that stuff, Granger."
"You're really not making a lot of sense, Malfoy."
"...Granger, I thought I told you before to call me by my name."
"I don't follow orders from just anyone, Malfoy."
"How about in Second Year when you listened to that stupid Lockhart bloke who--?"
Severe. "That was different, Malfoy."
"Fine. How about this: I ask you to call me by my name...Will you call me by my name?"
"Ahem."
Forced. "...please?"
"...I don't know. It'll be really weird. I mean, you've been my enemy for the past five years, it's kind of hard to just--"
"I haven't been your enemy. Just Potter and Weasley's."
Flustered. "...Well...I..."
"How about this, then: we both call each other by our proper names."
"You mean, you'll call me Hermione and I'll call you D-Draco?"
"Yes."
"...To what purpose?"
"...To the purpose that we not fight so bloody much. It's getting on my nerves."
"Of course it has to be a completely selfish reason."
"Well, it would wind up supporting that Inter-House Unity that you apparently crave. Coincidentally."
"...What about 'fraternizing with the enemy' and so on?"
"Thought I told you. I haven't been your enemy."
"Yes, that's right, you've just been the incredibly insulting and cruel classmate who tends to make trouble for myself and my friends. Of course."
"Precisely."
"...Well...other than that...I can't really think of any reason why we shouldn't."
"Fine, then...Hermione."
"Okay...Draco."
"This is weird."
"I know. I said that. I guess we just need more practice."
"I guess...how long d'you think it'll be before they find us here?"
"Depends. Harry and Ron will probably have noticed I've gone, by now. But they won't be worried, yet. They'll probably think I've gone on Prefect duty or something. Or that I've run to the library and forgotten I had class."
"You've done that before...Hermione?"
"Only once or twice...Draco (oh, this really is weird)...and it was for a good cause."
"Well, Crabbe and Goyle saw us fall in here...so, technically they should have reported us missing by now."
"You sure they haven't forgotten about the whole thing by now? I mean, considering that they wouldn't have been able to write it down in time to remember it..."
Snort.
"Was that a laugh...Draco? Why would perfect Draco Malfoy be laughing at stupid Muggleborn Hermione Granger?"
"Because that's the first time you've spoken the truth about something, Gra--Hermione."
"...I'm not even going to bother to argue that point."
"..."
"..."
"...I'm getting bored, Hermione--"
"That was quick."
"--and since we don't have any wizarding games or anything, and since wizards are not usually stuck in an enclosed space in the dark for a long time, I can't think of anything to do."
"What do you expect me to do about it, Mr. High-and-Mighty-Wizard?"
"Well, I suspect Muggles find themselves in this situation more often than wizards."
"One more time, Mal--Draco: My parents were Muggles. I'm not a Muggle. I'm a witch."
"Yes, but your parents must have taught you things...right?"
"Yes..."
"And they must have taught you things to do when bored...right?"
"Yes..."
"Well, any suggestions?"
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A/N: You heard the man. Any suggestions? :D I have a few ideas, but I'd also love to hear what you guys think.
Ooh! Review responses!
marymae and average jane -- I was going to just have subtle suggestions as to their position physically, but since you guys asked: they're both lying down, facing upward. Hermione's on top of Draco (::evil grin::), and they're slightly askew, so her hair is not in his face, but in his ear. :D
SlythMentalCase -- I thought I had explained this before, but maybe I forgot. This fic is to be written entirely in dialogue. My rules are as follows: only one word allowed preceding or following each quote, and use these words sparsely. So, basically, I can't write more of their actions, or I'd violate my own regulations.
Scorpio Angel 3000 -- The point of view for this fic is omniscient, that is, you know what they're both doing, even if the other one doesn't. Usually, I know, in an omniscient story, you'd know what they both were thinking, but as I said to SlythMentalCase, that would be against my own rules.
Plaidlylush -- Deva's da bomb, and I will now give her a great big cyber-hug. ::great, big, gigundo cyber-hug:: Whee!
Leather-Winged Angel -- The car ride was hell both ways, but
thanks all the same. :D
Thanks for the reviews, everybody! More tomorrow!