Harry had thought he'd made a clean getaway from the Malfoys, but that proved to be not the case.
Draco Malfoy had settled into the same compartment as Harry and Hermione - nevermind that neither of its other occupants wanted him there. "Oh! You're unbelievable!" Draco Malfoy said, lounging as if the entire compartment was something he owned.
"I thought my views were quite believable, actually," Harry said.
"I can't wait to see what Mum does! She hates when people ignore her! You're in sooo much trouble." Draco Malfoy chortled.
Hermione had, by this point, noticed that Malfoy was both here, and ignoring her. "She's not the only one," Hermione said, leaning over the space between the facing seats, towards Malfoy.
Malfoy looked at her, and paled. Apparently he hadn't been taught the right manners for responding to a Mudblood flirting with him.
"Is this how they do it in Mundania, Hermione?" Harry purred.
Hermione batted her eyelashes, and - as the train went over a bump, nearly fell against Draco Malfoy, who had been rendered speechless by Hermione's womanly assets.
Harry pretended not to notice any of this, and asked absently, "What do you think Narcissa Malfoy will do?"
Draco Malfoy abruptly stood, squeaked out a "Goodbye" and trotted his way out of the cabin.
Hermione giggled, tucking away the knowledge that there was more than one way she could get a rise out of Draco Malfoy.
Ron entered the cabin, sneering, "What was Malfoy doing in here?"
Hermione giggled, but Harry responded seriously, "Being a git. Situation normal, so far as that goes."
Ron proceeded to sprawl over the half of the compartment that Malfoy had just monopolized - and then take over the conversation as well. Luckily, he didn't seem to want much in the way of responses. Hermione had her book out (of course), and Harry spent most of the way looking out the window.
[a/n: Yes, I went there. In Hermione's defense, she was twelve. Shakespeare was making those puns at age thirty-five!
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