Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Setting: Auror Training
Word Count: 157 words
"I bet you ten Galleons."
"Come on, that's too little."
"You can be a dick sometimes."
"Well, what are you betting against me then?"
"Fifty."
"Fifty? I know you're filthy rich, Harry, but fifty?"
"Yes: thirty he could cast it, and twenty for it to be a ferret."
"Fine. I'm doing fifty, too, but if I win, you're treating me lunch."
"I always treat you lunch. But, deal."
"Deal. And why isn't Hermione forcing him to actually do the spell?"
"It's them. She won't ever get impatient."
"Pfft. They've been in there for two hours."
"You just had breakfast, Ron."
"What? It's going to be a ferret, so why fuel the suspense?"
"It's gonna be- ha, come on, Malfoy, make me rich."
"… what? A bloody otter?"
"Godric, why have I never thought about that?"
"Bloody hell. It's just sitting right in front of us. Damn it-"
"Wait, why is Hermione's Patronus a dragon now?"