Prompt: Draco and Hermione are assigned to work together on an advance potions assignment.
Draco’s hand dragged his eyes down, before snapping back up to focus on the bushy-please-cut-me-off-and-put-me-out-of-my-misery hair twit that sat before him.
"Is that all, Granger?" he drawled lazily, his irritation growing by the minute, making a mental note to return the favor to Snape for sticking him with her.
'Overgrown greasy bat,' he thought bitterly, propping his legs up on the table.
"No, that’s not all Malfoy!" Hermione huffed, shooting him a glare as she plopped down numerous thick text books, and shoved his legs off the table.
"Bloody hell Granger—"
"I’m not Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy! I refuse—do you hear me? I refuse to do this assignment for you. Now get off your bloody arse and go grab some books!"
"Make me." he sneered, extending his legs on the table again, effortlessly sending numerous texts to the floor.
Hermione’s eyes grew wild, immediately standing up and sending her chair behind her flying, causing numerous students to look over and snicker at the scene.
"OH! You foul-loathsome-evil—"
"Evil little cockroach, yes yes I’ve heard it before. Anything new, Dear?" Draco smirked.
Looking as if she were about to implode, Hermione snatched the assignment papers and her book bag, and headed towards the restriction section. Muttering the entire time of slews and curses that she wished upon Draco Malfoy.
'She makes it far too easy,' her thought as he stood, briefly stretching before he headed towards the restricted section as well.
He watched her for a few moments as she angrily sorted through books—she was actually easy on the eyes, Draco noted, when she wasn’t running after people with her nagging.
"Deserves to be strung up by his ankles and forced to listen to Muggle music…" Hermione muttered furiously to herself.
A brief squeak of surprise escaped her mouth as she found herself pinned to the bookcase, staring into the steely glare of Malfoy.
"Tsk, tsk Granger. We wouldn’t want that now would we? Muggle music is bloody awful, I hear."
"Let me go, Malfoy." Hermione seethed, "Or so help me I’ll cast Ginny’s famous bat boogey—"
Hermione was effectively cut off from her speech of painful promises, to find a pair of warm, soft lips gently moving against hers.
And, even more bewildering, she found herself returning the kiss.
Within moments, Draco pulled back, eying her carefully.
"If this is what I have to do to shut you up, Granger, I think this arrangement will work nicely."