If only because you can't currently see my face. And you do, too. [Except for the part where she doesn't.]

'And you do, too.' What a zinger you have zinged. What's next? 'Your mom'?

Actually I was thinking more 'your face', but that'll do just nicely. See, you're even saving me the trouble of thinking right now.

[There is a yawn, low at first but quickly escalating into a high-pitched sort of whine, and then silence for a moment while she blinks.] That's so cute that you're thinking about me at night.

[Okay ow. That was not human.] Just remember that you're the one who called me. What does that say about your subconscious?

Clearly that I'm madly in love with you. Oh heavens. Whatever will I do. [And here we have the return of the deadpan voice.]

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Oh I've always known that. You just had to admit it to yourself. [Deadpan or not, Draco will take what he can get.]

[If he wants to play, she'll play.] Is that right. I don't think you'd even know what to do with yourself if I really did. You'd be scared into your shell.

Wouldn't that require me having a shell in the first place?

Semantics, and that's decidedly not the point. I don't think you could-- [She pauses, as if searching for the right word. She knows what words she wants to say, but the dramatic is always appropriate when dealing with Draco Malfoy.] --handle it.

And I think you're making it up, or I might have to ask you to prove it.

How exactly am I supposed to do that? [If they both had the iPhone & were doing facetime or whatever you call it, he would see her raised brow and unimpressed expression. Alas, he can't.]

See, that's not my problem. Figure it out. [This conversation would be far more bizarre if they were doing the facetime thing though]

[She makes a disgruntled noise in the back of her throat, pauses, and winds up yawning again. Yes, Draco, high pitched and all.] Mm. I guess I'll just have to be right about this too.

Gods...stop yawning. It's annoying. [Because out of all the things he could have said, that was the important one.]

[She can't help but laugh at that, all soft and tinged at the edges with sleepiness.] Forgive me for being a little worn out.

I'll pretend it was for some reason that has nothing to do with the probably hideous bloke in your bed. I'd suggest going to bed, but I know, it's difficult to stop talking to me once you start.

I think he left, actually. [Is that relief you hear? No. Couldn't be.] Which is generally easier. I'm not a fan of forcing them to leave, and I typically don't want them to spend the night.

Shame really. Sometimes if you let them spend the night, the morning sex is fantastic.