you missed brunch this morning.

didn't feel like getting out of bed yet. miss much?

tori's bitching and delicious eggs benedict.
i'm coming over, i hope you have pants on.

nothing i can't get any other time then.
even if i don't, you wouldn't object. coming now?

you're a charmer. have you even gotten out of bed yet?

it's how my mother raised me. and no not yet, though i might consider if you bring leftover brunch.

maybe i'll accidentally on purpose forget it, then, if it means you'll stay in bed

to be honest i probably would have stayed in bed either way. it's still early, you could always join me. unless you have a better offer of course

we can stay in bed for the afternoon, and you can take me to dinner tonight as a symbol of your gratitude for my company

good thing my bed's large and comfortable. bring something nice to wear later then, maybe that red dress or something. surprise me

green goes better with those black robes you bought, and it's classier besides. and your bed is my favorite.

you have a point. settle on green then. and funny thing, that is, considering it's still only being occupied by me.
oh. your sister's trying to call me by the way

i never settle when it comes to green or you
that's nice. she leaves lovely voicemails, let her get some practice

[it rings about four times before he gropes around for it in his pocket and answers it, not recognizing the number]

Go ahead.

[The phone is on speaker, on the side of her bed. She must have smacked it in the middle of the night.]

...Malfoy?

...you know, when I gave you my card I didn't think you were going to actually use it.

Oh, fuck. It was an accident, I put you in my phone, fuck fuck fuck.

[Please please please ignore her rustling around and the very obvious noise of a bra snapping. And her hushing someone. And... you know.]

It was an accident that you put me in your phone? Because that's a huge acci--

...[And it clicks.] And here I thought you'd be a prude for the next ten years.

God damn it, could you both just shut up for like five minutes and let me find that phone? Where is it?!

[She is audibly freaking out. And Unnamed Boy is very obviously snickering in the background.]

[If it helps, Draco's kind of snickering too. Good, now he has more material to use against her for later.] You realize that if I were to shut up it'd make finding your phone harder, right?

[Ignore her little scream-slash-groan of frustration, Draco.]

I hate you so much, Malfoy, Merlin... where the hell is my phone?! And, fuck, don't just throw the sheets like that, okay? Now everything's everywhere!

[Draco may be the auditory witness to a case of domestic violence...]

[HAHAHA. Don't mind him, this is mostly directed at the other bloke but loud enough for Hermione to hear.]

If I were you, I'd run now. When she gets angry her hair tends to spark. Static electricity and all, crackly-like.

Shut up, Malfoy, shut up. [She's found the phone, and it's practically in a death grip in her hand.] Excuse me for a minute, please. I need to ... continue this conversation outside.

[step, step, step. door open, door shut. step, step, step. door open, door shut. low, angry whisper.] What is your problem, Malfoy?

Let me get this straight. I gave you my card, you put my number in your phone, you call me in the middle of the night and then proceed to shriek at me...and you're asking what my problem is? I do believe you're a bit backwards, Ms. Granger.