"Hermione!"
"Yes?"
"Truth or dare?"
"Huh?"
"I said, truth or dare?"
"What are you talking about?"
"It's a Muggle game. I ask truth or dare. If you pick truth then you have to answer my question, and if you pick dare, then you have to do what I tell you to do."
"I know what it is, Draco, I'm just confused as to how you know about it."
"Why does it matter? Truth or dare?"
"Hmmm… Truth."
"Really? I honestly thought that you, ever the Gryffindor that you are, would go for the dare."
"Trust me, Malfoy, I know enough about you to know that it will involve something sexual, and I'm not into that right now."
"Fine. Truth it is. Tell me, Granger… when did you first notice my devastating good looks? – Ouch! You didn't have to hit me, dear."
"Yes, I did Malfoy. Why are you such a prat?"
"Only because you love me."
"If only you were a bit less infuriating, maybe I could actually get some work done instead of playing a child's game."
"And if I were a bit less devastatingly handsome, maybe you could keep your lion's paws off of me, and then I could get some work done as well."
"Oh, bugger off."
"Never, dearest."
"Oh, sod it. We're not getting any work done either way. Fancy a shower?"
"Ah, now there's my girl's Ravenclaw coming out. I always knew you were a smart one!"
"Don't make me change my mind."
"Yes, Granger."