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"You think you're so better than me?"

Silence.

"Everyone thinks you're this harmless little angel now." Draco scoffs, crossing his arms. "Your tricks don't work on me. I know how cruel you really are."

Those infuriatingly knowing eyes finally settle on him.

Then, as if to gloat, Crookshanks arches his back, paws kneading gently on the soft material of Hermione's sweater.

He meows, and Draco swears it's a sound specifically calibrated to make his blood boil.

The orange monstrosity settles back onto Hermione's chest, curling up with his tail flicking imperiously in Draco's direction.

"I really hate you," mutters Draco, watching jealously as his wife and her stupid cat doze off on her favourite armchair in the Manor's library.

fin.

“Admit it, Hermione.”

“Don’t know what you’re on about, Gin.”

“You’ve thought about it. You’re thinking about it.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong.”

“I couldn’t be more right, you mean.”

That does it.

“I HAVE NEVER, NOT ONCE, THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT DRACO MALFOY LOOKS LIKE TOPLESS!”

Hermione’s voice is loud enough that she looks around, red-faced with alarm, before sighing with relief.

They’re at the end of an empty corridor. No one could’ve heard her little outburst.

Except the devil himself.

They turn the corner only to come face-to-face with Malfoy.

Malfoy who, to Hermione’s horror, wears an amused grin and is curiously a little pink at the cheeks, as well.

“I’m very sorry to hear that, Granger,” he says. “But if you ever change your mind, Slytherin’s got the pitch on Thursday evenings.”

With a wink and one last insufferable smirk, he walks away, leaving Hermione to deal with a hysterical Ginny and a racing heart.

fin.

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