The Symmetrical Transit (Dramione)

Eleven

Day One Hundred Seven; 7:28am

"You were acting like a twat. I was angry."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

This was the second time he had made something like an apology. The first was followed by a lot of yelling on her part, with poking and comments on how disgusting and vile he was. He stood there and took it, which shocked her more than the initial comment had.

"You're horrible at apologizing."

He sniffed, passing her the rest of his cheesecake because he didn't eat much of anything anymore. It was starting to worry her, but she was still a little upset with him, and that meant she wasn't going to bother showing she cared.

"I make up for everything I lack with charm, good looks and...physical endowment, wealth, ambiti--"

Hermione snorted. "It's not that big."

He stared. She grinned around her cheesecake.

Day One Hundred Eight; 4:12pm

"Not that big," he muttered.

Hermione groaned, glancing over at him as he sat at the table, tracking her movement across the room. "You're honestly not over that yet?"

"It was a worse comment than the one I made, and it took you a day to get over it. And a broken lamp. I also have a bruise where you savagely poked me thirty times."

"Please."

She took the band from her hair, shaking her fingers through it to get it falling down her back. She slid her socks off and folded back her blanket, brushing it off, then tossed the socks on the floor before crawling in.

"Fuck you into the mattress, not that big. I--"

"What?"

He sniffed, scanned her body under the covers, and turned for the bathroom.

Day One Hundred Nine; 8:13am

"Alright! I was joking! You have a very big penis, okay? It's huge. It's a huge penis, and very nice, and just...just lovely. Alright? You have a great, big, fantastic penis."

He stared at her. She stared back. He smirked, grinned, and then laughed right at her. Hermione sunk into her seat.

8:34am

"I thought I might have to shag you again to prove my masculinity."

Hermione looked up at him, unsure of how to react. He was staring at her in the way that she had caught on to meaning sex.

"But since I have such a great, big, fantastic penis," he smirked, "I guess I don't have to prove myself."

Well. It wasn't like she would have even been alright with it anyway. So...there. Or something.

"That's good. Men don't perform well under pressure anyway."

He was back to glaring.

11:21pm

His fingers laced through hers, palms pressing the back of her hands and pushing her own palms against the wood.

"Ready?" His breath blew into the shell of her ear as he folded her fingers around the broom.

"No. No, no, no. I'm not-- Malfoy!"

He chuckled lowly, hands out to either side of her. "You're flying."

"I already told you that I know how to fly! I just don't like it!"

"You don't mind it when we fly across the borders now."