So Pretty

[desbratty]

Hermione: Just for the record, the Muggles don't like it when you drive on the wrong side of the road.

Draco: Tell me about it.

[desbratty]

Hermione: I've been wondering, what's your line, Malfoy?

Draco: My line? My most effective one is to tell a girl she has hair like a torch at midnight, lips like a red couch in an ivory palace, that I'm lonely and starved for affection. Then, I generally burst into tears. It seldom works.

[desbratty]

Hermione: Oh no, you're not one of those, are you?

Draco: One of what?

Hermione: The kind who thinks he has to tell a girl how much money he has.

Draco: What's the matter with having money?

Hermione: Yes, I'm afraid you are. Do me a favor, will you Malfoy? Go whistle up a rope.

[desbratty]

Hermione: I never knew you were so into breasts. I thought you were a leg man.

Draco: A leg man? Why would I be a leg man? I don't need legs. I have legs.

[desbratty]

Draco: :wipes his face: What is this salty discharge?

Hermione: Oh, Merlin. You're crying.

Draco: This is horrible.

[desbratty]

Hermione: You can't tell someone how you feel about their girlfriend until after they stop seeing them.

Draco: I tell you.

Hermione: You. I'm talking about you.

Draco: What'd I say that was so bad?

Hermione: I believe you referred to her personality as a potential science exhibit.

Draco: I also said I was surprised no one killed her yet.

[desbratty]

Draco: Blame me.

Hermione: No, I blame myself.

Draco: No. Blame me.

Hermione: Okay, I blame you.

Draco: What, don't blame me!

[desbratty]

Draco: I want you to avenge me, Granger.

Hermione: Draco, you're not dying.

Draco: AVENGE ME!

[desbratty]

Draco: Now listen, let's keep an eye on each other tonight. In case one of us gets in a bad conversation, we should have a signal that you're in trouble so the other one can get us out of it.

Hermione: How old are you?

[desbratty]

Hermione: Sometimes you've can't help some people till they hit rock bottom.

Draco: And by then I've lost interest.

[desbratty]

Draco: We can take the flying carpet.

Hermione: Why did your father buy one?

Draco: You know he and mother were separated for a while, he went a little crazy.

Hermione: Not a far trip.

[desbratty]

Ron: Hey! Wait! Wait! Wait a second! Where you goin'? I-I hardly ever see you anymore.

Hermione: I've been at Draco's?

Harry: That git.

Hermione: Draco and Blaise are smart, and they read.

Ron: I read.

Harry: Me too.

Hermione: Books, Harry.

Harry: Oh.

Ron: Big deal.

Hermione: Well! I can't spend the rest of my life coming into this bloody flat every ten minutes to pore over the excruciating minutia of every single daily event.

Harry: What's going on? Like yesterday, I went to Gringotts to make a deposit, an' the teller gives me this look.

Ron: Me too!

Hermione: I gotta go.

[desbratty]

Draco: You know you're not supposed to brush your teeth for 24 hours before you go to the dentist.

Hermione: I think you're thinking of 'You're not supposed to eat 24 hours before surgery'.

Draco: Oh, you have to eat before surgery. You need your strength.

[desbratty]

Draco: I'm all set. I got the portkey. I'm going to the Cayman Islands this Friday.

Hermione: Who goes on vacation without a job? What, do you need a break from getting up at noon?

[desbratty]

Draco: I feel something I haven't felt in a long time.

Hermione: Pride?

Draco: No.

[desbratty]

Draco: We'll give the item to Granger.

Hermione: Me?

Draco: Yeah. You're a witch. Wizards won't hit a witch.

Hermione: Oh, they won't?

Draco: Not if they don't know you.

[desbratty]

Draco: You won't think I'm a bad person?

Hermione: Too late for that.