Title: Stupid Mouth
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild language
Word Count: 250
Hermione should've seen it coming, but like Professor Trelawney, she was no seer. After managing to avoid him the whole day, she was stuck in the lift with Draco. He pressed the emergency stop button and the lift halted abruptly.
Bugger.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hermione hissed, trying to get around him to get the lift to resume operating.
"Go out with me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "For the hundredth time, Malfoy, no means no. Do you harass every girl you like?"
"Only the ones who can't dress very well."
Hermione frowned and continued to reach for the red button.
"Can't you stop that and hear me out?"
She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
Draco took a deep breath. "To me, you are perfect - frizzy hair and everything."
"Does that line actually get you any dates?"
He frowned. He was trying to be sincere for once and talk about feelings like a sodding Hufflepuff. It wasn't his fault that his mouth automatically spewed out insults. He groaned inwardly in frustration. He just couldn't do this right.
Hermione glared at him while he tried to formulate something else to say. "Give me one chance, Granger. Can't you accept that someone other than Weasley might like you?"
It was easier to believe that she was just another conquest rather than accept that he liked her. But for once, Draco looked like he actually cared whether or not he was rejected.
"Alright, Malfoy. One date."