”He must be the most arrogant person I’ve ever met.” Hermione’s voice echoed in the empty office.
”Are you talking about Malfoy again?”
”Yes. I mean… You have met him, right? He’s unbearabe. He is always early, which makes me feel like I’m late. He calls me ’Granger’ even though I’ve asked him to call me Hermione a hundred times. He never asks how I am. Never, Dottie! And we meet almost every day. And he always stares at me with this weird look in his eyes.”
”I see. You must really hate him.”
”I don’t know if hate is the right word,” Hermione said.
”What is it, then?”
”I don’t know! I just – I can’t stop thinking about him. I have to see him at work everyday, and when I go home, all I can think about is his stupid face and the pretentious way he talks. And have you ever smelled him, Dottie?”
”Have I… have I ever smelled Malfoy?”
”Even his smell is so distracting! He smells so… fresh and clean. Like rain mixed with some spices or something. It’s really hard to focus around him because of that. I swear, he doesn’t think anybody but himsef.”
”I think you’re right,” Dottie said slowly.
”You think he’s unbearable too?”
”No. I think you’re right, hate is not the right word for this situation.”
