A/N: Not really all that great because I'm too lazy to edit it any more right now (seems like I'm saying this about all my fics, huh? Sorry, I'll get on it sometime soon... All this hot weather is making me ultra lax). Hoping it's enjoyable though. Leave a review!!
Amynta doesn't own HP, other people do,
So she's really hoping that none of you guys will sue!
The Rubber Ducky Escapades
Wherein Granger wants to know why Malfoy's rubber ducky is pink.
"So."
A Look.
"…So?"
"I just don't understand. Why is it pink?"
"…"
A pause.
"Ah, is it really so bizarre, a rubber ducky being pink?"
"Yes! It defies all classicism! It is an anomaly, aa-a-an unprecedented strangeness! It-it doesn't make sense!"
"… Eh?"
"Rubber duckies are meant to be YELLOW!"
A moment is here taken for Granger to flash a dramatic pose to match her tone.
"Right"
"Hey! Don't walk away, I asked you a question!"
"Which I don't have to answer. If I correctly recall, you're the one who owes me three questions."
"That makes no sense whatsoever. If every single question is supposed to count, then you've got to have asked me at least a couple of questions in passing."
"Yeah, but they were hardly questions that you minded answering"
"Ah-hah! So there is something more to it. Just you wait. It doesn't matter if you won't agree to tell me- I'll find out, I always do. Hermione Granger's not a know-it-all for nothing I'll have you know. You've just subjected yourself to my merciless detective work! Prepare yourself!!"
"… Greeaaat."
And so, time passes.
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"Why's it pink?"
"Not now Granger, I'm studying"
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"Why pink?"
"DAMNIT GRANGER I WAS ABOUT TO SHOWER!"
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"Pink?"
"…so sleepy… girl in room… WAIT! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE, GRANGER?!"
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"Why's the rubber ducky pink?"
"So this is what you call detective wok. I call it 'driving people up the wall."
A Grin
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"Why is it pink?"
"grrrrrr…"
A glare
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"Why-"
"OKAY! It's a special edition auctioned of on the 8th of June, 1900 and cost my mum $1,253."
"… really?"
"No."
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"Say, Pansy."
"Mm."
"You've been friends with Draco a long time right?"
"Hm."
"So, you must know a lot about him, right?"
"uh."
"So-"
"What do you want to know Granger?"
"Why's this guy got a pink rubber ducky?"
"Huh. Why should I tell you that? He'd kill me."
"Because you like pissing him off."
"Good point"
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"Hey Draco."
"No, I'm not telling you."
"Actually, I wasn't going to ask."
"…Eh?"
"Why bother if you aren't going to tell me anyways?"
"You're… giving up?"
"Naturally. I'm not going to keep chasing after something I've already got."
"Already. Got."
"I never knew you were the type Draco. Holding on to a rubber ducky your mummy got for you before she knew she was having a boy."
"I'm going to kill Pansy."