(Draco)
"She's cute and kind of kinky in a way," Zabini replied as he jabbed his fork in to his steak and kidney pie.
I almost spit out my pumpkin juice, "Zabini, please, this is Weasley's sister we're talking about,"
But then again, she is a redhead.
" What is she?" I ask seriously.
" About a seven." He murmurs quietly and nonchalantly.
"What? A seven? Out of ten, Zabini. You only give out at least a seven to experienced, unbelievably sexy, brothel type girls."
He just shrugs and continues eating his pie.
"So, what's going to happen between you and her? Is she going to be like a conquest or a girlfriend?"
She's got to be a conquest.
He thinks for a minute, "I dunno, borderline of conquest and girlfriend,"
I raise an eyebrow, "Didn't you already shag her? I mean, not just that, but in my dorm?"
And all he does is point his fork at me and say, "You, Malfoy, have bad timing,"
"By the way, you and Granger walked in together- what's the deal with that?"
"Oh, I just need to use her for something," I answer with a sly tone, and he grins suspiciously in reply.
"Need her for some forbidden lovin eh?" he says teasingly and I glare at him.
"Anyways, did Granger have a heart attack after we left?"
I smirk, "She was mad that you guys messed up the common room,"
I frown at him, remembering that he and Ginny snuck in, "You stole the password again?"
He seemed to be very fascinated with his pumpkin juice. I smack him.
He glares at me, "Well I can't help it if you're basically shouting the password, y'know,"
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"How about Yorkshire pudding?" Granger suggests when I tell her that we have to change the password for our dorms.
"Yorkshire pudding. Right. All your suggestions up til now have been food names." I remark.
"Well, I didn't know you had such a voracious appetite, Granger,"
She scoffs, "Try skipping lunch and dinner, Malfoy. And it isn't like you've come up with anything spectacular either, Malfoy,"
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, we'll think of something. And by the way, oh smart one, why don't you go to the kitchen and find something to eat?"
"Well I would, oh haughty one, but I've got studying to do- Professor Merton thought it would be fine to tell us we had a quiz next class,
Something in my robe pockets is poking my back. It's hella annoying. So I sit up and search my robe pockets, expecting to find some loose change or something. Instead I find a peppermint humbug.
"Oh, that quiz. Well, Granger, you're really in for it. It was a brutal killer, about half the students in my class failed it,"
Her face blanches and she looks like she's on the verge of, well, something bad.
"Just kidding, Granger. I really have no idea," I grin at her and she glares. Suddenly she steals the peppermint humbug from my hand roughly.
Then she stares at it. I laugh inwardly for her suspiciousness.
"Hm. How do I know it's not hexed or anything," she says to herself while she examines the candy.
I roll my eyes at her, "Oh bloody hell, Granger, it's a piece of candy. My mother sends some in the mail sometimes,"
She takes it and eats it.
"Besides, that'd be such a lame trick. I'd rather go for something a little more interesting, like blackmail or telling everyone about that time you tried to impersonate Whitney Stirs," I mention and she swiftly turns red.
"I wasn't impersonating her, Lavender just sent me some of her records, and I was just listening to some of them," she retorts hotly.
"Whatever you say, Granger," I smirk suggestively at her.
It goes quiet and I watch her reading her textbook and studying her notes for a bit. I then remember that the bird's hungry and here she is, worried about a stupid quiz that's in a few days. She's so daft sometimes that I wonder how she became Head Girl.
So I go ahead and accio some of my honeydukes chocolate and other candies and treats I have, and I leave them on the table where she's studying, and stand up to retreat to my bedroom.
"Are you trying to poison me, Malfoy?"
"No, I'm merely plumping you up so I can make some beaver stew,"
Then later on I wonder why I did that, giving her treats. But I just keep thinking that I was going to throw it out anyways, so what's the point?
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"Good work, Mister Malfoy," Professor Snape's passing back our essays.
I look at my essay. On top of the sheet is a quickly scribbled yet graceful O.
Outstanding.
"And once again, you've failed to acknowledge the essay question, Mister Longbottom,"
Longbottom groans.
I glance at Granger, who's looking tired, but still somewhat eager to see her grade.
The bush of a hair bird didn't sleep at all last night.
"Not bad," Snape reluctantly murmurs in a hush to Granger, whose face lights up when he hands her her essay.
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"Well, Malfoy, be prepared to use the prefect's bathroom every morning!" Granger smiles cheerfully.
It's revolting.
"I could say the same for you," I arch an eyebrow at her.
"Well, well, what did I say, Malfoy? My paper was so excellent that it made Snape's prejudice against me totally insignificant,"
"Well my paper's more excellent than yours and Snape likes me,"
"We'll see about that, Malfoy."
We both give each other snide looks.
"Okay, on the count of three," she says.
"One,"
"Two,"
"Three,"
We both show each other our grades.
Her essay grade is identical to mine.
An Outstanding.
We glare at each other in surprise and vexation.
Dammit.
an: just a reminder that this couple is already on civil terms!