And the last pairing will be Malfoy and Granger, their Arithmancy professor announced before dismissing the class. Hermione and Draco both stayed in their seats, waiting for the lecture hall to clear. When the room was empty, they met in the aisle. Three p.m. in the courtyard under the large oak? Hermione asked. Works for me, Draco answered, and the witch and wizard parted ways. At two fifty-five both Hermione and Draco were sitting under the tree pulling their quills and parchment out of their book bags. The two debated Arithmancy formulas and theories until Draco got angry and muttered Stupid little chit, under his breath. What did you call me, you twitchy little ferret? Hermione said, raising her voice. Why you little... Draco whipped his head up and before he knew it, he had a lap full of a fiery little bushy haired witch who was snogging the life out of him. What the hell was that, he asked, bewildered after Hermione had sat back down. I did it to shut you up, but I think I actually liked it, she said, a bit breathless. I think I did too, Draco said, as they went back to working on their Arithmancy.
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