What had she gotten into, Hermione didn't know how to unspeak the word that slipped from her lips: honey. Why couldn't she have said Malfoy, or Steve, or…yo? She had to say that nasty word and now she couldn't live it down. It was hey honey this, honey that. HER NAME WAS HERMIONE, NOT HONEY.
Honestly, Hermione knew Malfoy was doing it to get her angry. It worked. She was angry. No more than two days had passed since the young delivery man left their doorstep and hell was spilling over.
"Malfoy! Where the bloody hell is my toothbrush?" she was sick of having to search for her everyday things.
Draco Malfoy, in all his glory strode into the restroom and flashed his pristine smile at the razzled witch.
"Today, Granger," he announced eloquently, "we will be going on an adventure. A treasure hunt— of sorts." He smiled at Hermione's baffled face. "Ahh, yes. And in the matter of your toothbrush and assorted toiletries, you will receive them as soon as you agree."
"No way Malfoy, I know you're up to no good." She crossed her arms and planned on standing her ground. "Now give me my things or I'll work up a bat-bogey hex that even Ginny Weasley would be proud of." She was obviously bluffing; no one could out due Ginny Weasley with the curse.
Unfazed, Malfoy leaned into her. "See, that's where you're mistaken. You can't hex me, if I've stolen your wand and placed an anti-magic spell on the flat." He smiled, and waited for her to concede.
"Okay, fine. I'll do it. But it better not take all day." She snapped. "Now give me my stuff." He handed her a small duffle bag that not only included her toothbrush, but her wand, hairbrush, hair ties, as well as all of her clean undergarments.
"That does it! Stay out of my stuff!"