#staticrebellion

“You don’t have to do this,” Hermione said.  Draco just gave her a tired look as he signed the consent forms.  The Muggle nurse cooed over his perfect penmanship and Hermione wanted to smack the daft bint; writing with quills didn’t have a lot to recommend it, but it did give you good handwriting.  It didn’t mean she liked him.  It didn’t mean she didn’t resent everything about this day.

“We’ve been over this,” he said.  “Unless you’d rather die than be part Death Eater.”  

She knew that was a taunt, and she set her lips in a tight line as she signed her own paperwork.

“What movie should we watch?”  Theo held the DVD packages in his hands and passed them back and forth, unsure what to pick.  Last night had been Hermione’s turn, and she’d picked one of her dreadful, depressing documentaries.  He supposed it was always good to learn new things, but the American grape boycott wouldn’t have been his first choice.  If Draco were allowed to choose unimpeded it would be mindless escapism, preferably with dogs.  Never had a man had two partners with more diverse taste in movies.  

“Guys?”  he asked when no one offered an opinion.

When he turned he saw why.  He yanked the gag out of Draco’s mouth and glared at Hermione.  She grinned as much as a woman with her mouth full could.   “Of for the love of... Hermione, get him out of your mouth and pick a movie!”

Here you go:   https://www.fanfiction.net/community/My-Collection-of-Dark-Hermione/121966/