Not Predicted: Oncoming Disaster

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A note: Nothing much to say just enjoy. I had sudden inspiration and well here it is.

Previously: "You just brought self-centred, egotistical, pureblood bastard to a new level, Ferret."

Draco Malfoy was in great pain and the response to her statement was not as witty as he had wanted it to be. After all if you merely say: 'That really hurt!' when you're the mighty slytherin prince something must be severely wrong with you. So when Hermione started giggling so hard that a passer-by might question her sanity you might become downright pissed off. He after all was here to cause as much disorder as possible and here was the target laughing at his stupidity. So when she finally stopped cackling he made it downright clear that his alpha male pride had been terribly wounded.

Her response being: "Have you realised how much you look like a constipated chicken when you have your nose stuck in the air!" This was followed by a bout of laughter that could probably be heard within a 10 mile radius and was giving Draco a headache. His temper had just about reached breaking point, who the hell did she think she was? So he did the most natural thing and marched out of the room, (in a way that resembled a strutting penguin) refusing to comment on this latest insult.

It wasn't till dinnertime that Malfoy graced the presence of his unfriendly roommate, after all the effort made in making some pasta Hermione had told him never to touch a saucepan again. Draco contemplated the look of pity on her face and decided he hated the bare thought of such an expression like that appearing on her features again. Admittedly setting her kitchen alight had been vaguely amusing, that is until she had waved her wand and the place had been returned to its original state. His response to such an act always resembled something along the lines of: "Party pooper!" and Hermione found this somewhat pathetic.

By the time Hermione had made an edible form of pasta she was so exhausted that she only half-heartedly shovelled the food into her mouth taking an occasional sip of water to help swallow it all down. Malfoy was oblivious to this and complained loudly about the quality of the cuisine and how menial the idea of cooking without the aid of house elves actually was. He of course was only grumbling because her pasta was rather tasty and his had been chucked in the bin and deemed, 'unworthy'.

The real fun he observed was only just beginning as the 'paint' incident had been forgotten and not only had he got off scott-free but Hermione hadn't kicked him out. It was after this pondering had appeared in his head that Granger actually seemed to realise why he was looking so smug. She changed from exhausted to amused within the time it had taken him to blink and this had Draco scared out of his wits.

"I knew there was something that I had forgotten something, does the word 'paint' ring any bells to you and perhaps this message-" She paused suddenly and drew back the curtains showing the writing which he had written on her car, the action alone made him jump. She positioned herself in front of him, glaring quite thoroughly and pressed her finger into his chest. "Watch your back Malfoy, I know where you live!"

That's when Draco chose to laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation; his wit had returned and he just couldn't resist undermining Hermione. He did not quite realise how touchy Hermione was feeling right now and so simply replied: "That may have something to do with the fact that I live here."

Wrong move. A loud growl emitted from Hermione's throat as she circled her prey and plotted his death, not only had she had a crap day at work but she was downright frustrated. She grabbed the nearest thing which happened to be a cushion and began whacking Draco with it as hard as she possibly could; forgetting the fact she had a wand in her jean pocket.

"Not for long"

Draco accepted the challenge grabbing an oven mitt and proceeding to wallop Hermione whole-heartedly with it. Before long both of them had conceded a draw and had collapsed onto the sofa, it was now eleven o'clock and they were incredibly tired. Having reduced their store of energy to ashes, they both fell asleep in each others arms swiftly forgetting the previous disagreement.

A note: And that's the end of that chapter don't forget to review folks.