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“They’re going to kill each other,” Theo murmured.
“My odds are on her,” said Pansy.
“I don’t know, he’s got some bite to him.”
“Yes, but do you remember when she punched him? That was delicious,” Pansy grinned with the memory.
“You cannot be serious!” Hermione’s voice carried from across the room.
“As serious as that choice of skirt!” Draco huffed.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It is entirely too long. How am I supposed to stare at your legs when I can’t even see them?”
“Use the brain hidden under all that hair and daydream.”
“With pleasure.”
“Get over yourself, Malfoy.”
“Only if you’re under me first.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and groaned.
“Do you think they realize this is foreplay, or do we have to tell them?”
“Honestly, they won’t stop until they’re clawing at each other, in every way.”
“This is what I’m talking about. You can’t just make innuendo to avoid answering any real questions,” Hermione said.
Draco exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. “Fine, we’ll sit down and talk it through.”
“Thank you, that’s all I ask.”
“What were they arguing about in the first place?”
“I think it started with him insisting they have the wedding at the chateau in France.”
As their voices rose once again, Pansy sighed. “What could possibly go wrong?”