Fortune #2: New people will bring you new realizations, especially about big issues
Title: Dramatic Irony
Rating: K
Warning: The next two drabbles are not 100 words, and I know this. But I like them just the way they are, so please make an exception.
"I think the entire library can hear your teeth grinding together in the most insufferable way. Why so cross, Granger?
Granger threw herself from her thoughts, making sure to stop grinding her teeth. She looked up at the blond-haired ferret who'd appeared at her table without her knowing.
"When did you start caring, Malfoy?" she said, annoyed with his sudden, pretentious presence.
"Who said I cared? If you keep up your constant pondering, I'm afraid that bird's nest on top of your head you call hair might rebel against us. Now, we wouldn't want that happening, would we?"
Before Hermione could register the multiple insults Draco had spouted, he was sitting down next to her and continuing to chatter.
"You're not caught up in all of this silly love-potion rubbish are you?" Hermione refrained from answering, afraid that If she did, her voice might waver from lying.
"Oh, so that is it. Come, Granger. You're not serious?"
Hermione's face had substantially reddened, and she wasn't sure why she hadn't gotten up and left.
"I. . ."
"Now, Listen closely, Granger because I'm only going to say this once. Just ask the poor lad, and if he rejects you, then don't worry. There are several other unfortunate wizards who I'm sure would enjoy the pleasure of being with the infamous Hermione Granger. You're actually quite beautiful, Granger. And stop thinking so much. We wouldn't want you blowing that pretty little head of yours off."
Malfoy smirked happily, the closest thing Hermione had seen to a smile and left her side. He stalked away, a little more confident than when he had walked up. Hermione sat in awe, a smile creeping onto her lips. She turned back to her studies and went back to reading.
She'd ask him later.