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.