"I didn't keep it!"
"This is just the sort of depraved thing I'd expect from you, Malfoy, I mean, really—"
"I didn't! I was just curious! And it's not like anyone I know would have—"
"You could have asked a teacher!"
"Oh, yeah, like my Head of House knows all about it!"
"You could have consulted books or something!"
"Playwizard is a sort of book!"
"It's a dirty magazine, Draco! And it's barbaric, treating women as if they were—"
"Look, I don't make the magazine, I just ordered a couple of copies, that's all! It's not as if I did anything every other teenage boy hasn't done!"
"Not every teenage boy treats women like garbage!"
"Like garbage?! And don't tell me that your precious Potter never—"
"He hasn't!"
"How do you know?!"
"He wouldn't! He's not the sort to—"
"And I am?!"
"It's just what I would have expected of you."
"Just like that?"
"Just like what?"
"Just like—you throw all of this out the window?"
"All of what, Malfoy?"
Husked. "…told you to call me Draco."
"…oh. All that."
"Yes, all that, Granger, but I guess it was just worthless, eh?! And as soon as you get out of this bloody stair you'll just go running back to your hero, Potter, and tell him about how dreadfully terrible I was!…"
"…Well, you did threaten to give me a hickey."
Laugh. "Yes, I did, Granger...bet you can't even tell me why."
"…Thought I told you to call me Hermione."
"…"
"…I'm sorry. And I'm not going to go running straight to Harry after we get out of here. I don't know what I'm going to do as soon as I get out of here, but…well, it's not as if I'm some kind of victim."
"…That came completely out of nowhere, Hermione."
"Well, you acted as if I'm some sort of sissy little girl who's going to run to her big, strong, male friend as soon as she gets away from the…"
"Go on, say it."
"…the big, evil, bad guy."
"That's how you think of me, isn't it."
"…I'm not so sure anymore."
"Look, I threatened to give you a hickey before because that's just how I am, okay?"
"I know."
"And I didn't mean to—victimize—you."
"…I knew that, too."
"…So are we okay?"
"…You're really asking that, aren't you?"
"What?"
"Sorry. I'm just—overcome with disbelief."
"What? About what?"
"Well, here I am, stuck in a trick stair with Draco Malfoy, and he's asking me if we're okay?"
"Well, are we?"
"You don't get it, do you? Take a step back."
"Um…Hermione…"
Huffily. "Oh, you know what I—figuratively."
"Ah. Right. So?"
"So…you."
"Yes?"
"And me."
"Yes."
"Trapped under a stair."
"Yes…?"
"You still don't get this, Draco? Okay, put it this way: what have we spent the past two class periods doing?"
"Er…arguing?"
Condescending. "Very good. And—can you tell me who we are, Draco?"
"Okay, will you stop with the patronizing—"
"Just do it, Draco."
Sigh. "I'm Draco Malfoy and you're Hermione Granger. Do I get twenty points to Slytherin?"
"More than that, Draco, I am a Muggleborn witch who's invested in her studies, and you are the pureblood son of a Malfoy."
"You made that sound like an insult."
"That's because it is."
"And I wouldn't say you're 'invested in your studies,' I'd say you're more like—"
"The point I'm trying to make, Draco—"
"—at length—"
"—Yes, at length, is that it doesn't make any logical sense asking me if we're okay. Okay?"
"But are we okay?"
Frustrated sigh. "Draco…"
"Are we?"
"…Yes, we are."
"Okay. Good."
"Okay."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
Rrrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg!!
"Transfiguration."
"Really? You have that now?"
Sigh. "Yes. It's my favorite class, too. Oh, I wish we weren't stuck here!"
"Yes, well. I have History of Magic, so, in an odd sort of way, I'm rather glad we're stuck here."
"Why? This is just as boring."
"So you admit History of Magic is boring?"
"I'd have to be braindead not to think so."
"What's brain—no, wait, I can guess."
"…"
"This really is just as boring, though."
"We could do something."
Grin. "Could you sing me more songs?"
"No! No. We're not doing that again."
"We could sing songs together."
"Let's just…cut out the singing from this plan altogether."
"I've got it! Let's not sing songs."
"Bravo, Draco."
"Why don't we play Truth again?"
"…How do you know we won't be at each other's throats again?"
"For one thing, it's physically impossible to do such a thing in this situation, and for another, you just said we're okay. So we're okay."
"Okay…I can't really see any reason why not to…"
"You act as if there's some great risk involved."
"…Yes, I suppose there is."
"What? Whatever it is, it can't be as risky as Quidditch. After all, we're not fifty feet above the ground on little sticks that—"
"I get the point, Draco."
"So what's the big risk?"
"It's like you said before. I can't risk there being nothing between me and the world."
"Yes, I was quite eloquent, wasn't I."
"Draco…"
"Well, it's like you said before. There's no world here. It's just you and me."
"…True. I was quite eloquent as well, I think."
"Yes, yes, so can we play?"
"…Yes, all right. Whose turn was it?"
"Mine!"
"Wait, was it?"
"Who cares, Hermione? I'm going first."
Sigh. "Oh, fine. Ask away."
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A/N: And here we are, back at Truth! Ah, this is so much fun. Sorry I didn't update earlier, but, you know, school and all…
For those of you who want this to turn serious, it's about to.
For those of you who like the comedy, don't worry, serious stuff is nothing with some comedy mixed in.
For those of you who are just like, "Get on with it, so long as there's more!" don't worry. There will be more.
And for those of you who reviewed, I love you. :D
Special A/N: That pause with four empty quotations before the bell rang? That was a reeeeally long pause.