That Ridiculous Granger

Draco huffed loudly and threw the paper down on the table angrily. Blaise Zabini looked up at him lazily over his cuppa. Before he could ask what the matter was, Draco spoke. "That ridiculous Granger! What the bloody hell was she thinking?!"

Blaise tilted his head. "Oh, you mean the raid she did on the McGuirneys?"

Draco huffed again. "I mean, honestly! What idiot goes into one of the most evil pureblooded family in Britain's home to try and rescue their 'poor little House Elves'?"

"A Gryffindor idiot," Blaise replied, sipping his tea. His friend harrumphed again and stood, beginning to pace the floor.

"She could've gotten herself killed! The McGuirneys know more Dark curses than the Golden Trio know all together."

"Because the Trio know so much already," Blaise interjected sarcastically. Draco nodded in acknowledgement.

"Seriously, though, it was bloody stupid."

"Not to mention she didn't get the House Elves in the end, anyway."

"Precisely!" Draco yelled, then fell back into the winged armchair with a melodramatic sigh.

"Tell me, why do you suddenly care so much about Granger and her campaigns?" Blaise said, a brow raised.

"Like I care about Granger," Draco scoffed. "That's a good one. No, I'm just appreciating how utterly moronic some people can be."

Blaise gave a look of agreement and turned his attentions back to his cuppa.

~~~

"What the bloody - she did it again! Just how ridiculous can someone get?" The friends were in Blaise's home again, this time with firewhiskeys in their fists.

Blaise looked over at Draco curiously and grabbed the paper from his hands. "'Golden Girl Nearly Gutted'?" His eyes sped down the paper. "You're right, she's more stupid than I thought. However did she get such good marks in school?"

Draco ignored him. "She snuck into the McGuirney's again! Does she bloody think she's the Dark Lord?!"

Blaise laughed quietly as he read further. "And she still hasn't got the House Elves. Bet she's feeling smart."

Draco threw his hands up in the air. "The nerve of that woman! According to that, she nearly got hit by a curse! It's so dangerous!"

Blaise looked up at him suddenly. "Since when do we want to keep the Trio alive?"

"We don't! We still hate them! ...It's just stupid!"

Blaise raised his brow but returned to nursing his liquor.

~~~

Draco had just walked into Blaise's parlor when an owl flew in through the window. Blaise rose to greet it, handing over a galleon and taking the waiting newspaper.

"Oh, the Prophet finally sent out their owls? Mine was late today, too; I presume some idiot barred the owlery windows or something," Draco said, seating himself casually on a horsehair couch.

Blaise didn't reply, his eyes skimming the print. "Listen, Draco: 'The wizarding world's favorite witch, Hermione Granger, is in the adventure once more. Last night the brave witch snuck into the McGuirney's mansion in an attempt to liberate the mistreated House Elves residing there. This was Miss Granger's third attempt to free said creatures. This time, Miss Granger did not escape unscathed. She was hit in the stomach with an unknown spell. More updates to come."

Draco was on his feet instantly. "WHAT?! That - that - that - ARGH!" Blaise looked up, brows raised. Draco strode to the fireplace, picked up a pinch of Floo powder, and threw it into the grate. Quickly Blaise strode forward. Whatever his friend was going to do, he wanted to be there to see it. Throwing the Floo powder at his feet, Draco cried "Ministry of Magic!" Just before he was whisked away, Blaise hopped into the fireplace next to him.