#stopaskingdraco

[brilliantgryffindor]

And you enjoyed the thought.

I did not.  I didn't think much about it either which way, just about how absurd the concept of you..."pining over me" in the shower *cringe.* was.  

So, false.

[brilliantgryffindor]

You've had at least one thought about me in the shower since I said it.

Well, when you said it, I-

I really had no choice in-

True.

[brilliantgryffindor]

@Draco

*As with every other evening patrol, the two Heads would be meeting in front of the Great Hall, as it was more-or-less the median distance between their two House Common Rooms.

He'd made it there first this time, and Hermione offered him nothing except a curt nod and an all-business expression as a greeting.*

Ready, then?

*Though she'd hoped to come off cold and professional, in reality she was just incredibly unsure of how to react.  For some reason, the events of that afternoon had thrown her off and instead of just rolling her eyes about it and getting on with her life as normal, she'd found herself oddly conflicted.  Should she just forget their encounter and act like nothing happened? Or...? But that was what she was doing, in a sense, right? Nothing had happened, it was only Malfoy trying to trip her up.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  So she would act accordingly - as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  Because nothing was.*