3.

After class, I returned to our commons. When I opened the door, I found Draco sitting on the couch, flicking his wand around out of sheer boredom.

"You're going to accidentally curse yourself if you keep that up," I say, drawing his attention. He puts the wand down on the coffee table and smirks.

"Nice job today in charms, Granger."

"Same to you, Malfoy. Almost too nice."

"What do you mean?"

"You hadn't studied and yet you aced it perfectly. Why?"

"Because Charms is easy."

"Whatever," I roll my eyes and take a seat in one of the chairs across from the couch, "So do you have a date yet – and don't lie this time."

Draco straightened up, sitting more properly, more pompously on the couch and grinned infuriatingly. I waited for his answer.

"Actually I do."

"With who?" I asked.

"Lavender."

"Ew."

"What?"

"And here I thought Malfoy's had standards," I scoffed, standing up from my chair only to have Malfoy grab hold of my sleeve.

"You're not going anywhere," he hissed, "Until you tell me what you meant by that?"

"I just thought you'd go out with someone better. But you know, it really isn't my business at all whom you choose to date. Well, I have to get going, I am supposed to meet Ron and Harry for lunch. You know what's funny, Malfoy? In about thirty minutes, I'll have two dates out of the way while you'll still be sitting here."

"I hate you," Malfoy scoffed.

"Yeah well the feeling is mutual, buddy. Have fun with Lavender. Oh – and when you're snogging her, keep in mind just who's throat her tongue has been shoved down."

"Weasley!" Draco shouted as if it were a curse.

"Mmhmm," I nodded, "And unless you want to partially snog Ronald, I suggest you find yourself another date."

Malfoy mused over this for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek (a habit of his when he was thinking or nervous or angry or upset or…) I shake the thought of Draco Malfoy's habits from my head and lower my eyes to my sleeve that he was still holding onto.

"Oh," he says, quickly recoiling and letting my arm fall to my side, "Wait a second – I know what you're trying to do!"

"Oh and what's that?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. This should be good. Draco Malfoy's logic is about as warped as Bellatrix Lastrange when it comes to figuring out people. I can hardly wait to hear his answer.

"You don't want me to go out with Lavender because you want me to waste time finding someone else while you're out with whoever you wish."

"That is the most incredibly stupid thing I have ever heard," I huff, annoyed.

"Well it's better than my other idea."

"Oh please do tell."

"You want me to yourself."

My eyes nearly pop from their sockets but I quickly regain my composure, "Draco Malfoy, you may have no standards when it comes to girls but I happen to!"

"You have standards when it comes to girls? Gosh, Granger I knew you were a little strange but I never thought of you to be…"

"Oh my god!" I hold my hands up in complete frustration, "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Well as it happens I am not now nor ever will be lesbian. I happen to like guys…a lot even! I was trying to make a point."

"Well then make it."

"I couldn't because you threw it that bit about me…you know what, whatever Malfoy."

"You know I am right. You do like me and that is why you don't want me going out with Lavender."

"Please, Malfoy. Like I said, I have standards. I believe that the guy you date reflects the person you are and I do not wish to be seen as a pompous, rude, foul, loathsome, evil, little, cockroach with a hidden agenda and a nose for evil. I wish to be seen with someone who is good enough for me."

"Wait, you're saying I am not good enough for you?" Draco laughed a dry, inhumored laugh, "I am the pureblood and you are the mudblood. If anything, I should be telling you that you aren't good enough for me."

"Well Draco, considering we are both in mutual hatred for each other, I don't think we'll have to defend ourselves to each other. Date whoever you wish – heck, even Pansy. I don't care who you date, all I care of is the fact that I'm going to win this stupid little bet."

"Ha, Granger," Draco rolled his eyes, whatever tension between us instantly gone, "You wish."

"We'll see about that. Well, I have to go for my dates so I'll see you later then."

"Yes, later. And when you do, I plan to have three out of the way."

"Three?" I laugh, "Do you even know three girls?"

"Of course I do!"

"Sure."

"Drop dead, Granger."

"Not until you do," I grab my books off the table and go to find Harry and Ron.

For some reason, I had to get away from that room. There was so much tension and I couldn't explain it. Usually Draco and I had grave difficulty in getting along but this was different. We had never brought up dating each other and it was really weird.

But he obviously isn't good enough for me nor I for him so there's really no problem there, right?

I shake all thoughts of Draco Malfoy out of my head and go to find my dates.