#ask-granger

“Hermione,” Harry said in a warning tone, his glare never moving from Draco’s. “You know how I feel about him. I don’t want him here.”

Hermione paused, nibbling on her lower lip as she weighed her options. She could tell Draco to meet her at home, or she could push the situation further, more than likely only causing Harry to grow cross with her in the process. Finally, she licked her lips and cleared her throat, jutting her chin forward and speaking confidently.

“We’re a package deal, Harry—if he goes, so do I.”

If it wasn’t for the entire shock of the outburst in itself, Hermione would have been mildly surprised that at that moment, Draco leaned forward and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers.

Draco: Danielle's everyone's favorite.

Danielle: I did answer you...

Draco: Yes, I recall that pleasant moment when I told you to drop to your knees.

Danielle: And I told him not to be crude.

Danielle: Don't die on me, okay?

Draco: Get on your knees and suck my dick, Granger. That might help you remember.

Danielle: Well that was crude.

Draco: Until you choke on it. BAZINGA.

Danielle: You're done. Go in the time out corner.

Draco: But I was just--