Hullo. Okay this story is about Draco and Hermione passing notes in class. Sometimes others people join, so it might be a little confusing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or paper. That is owned by J.K Rowling and trees.

Key: Bold: Draco Italics: Hermione

5th year.

Potions class.

Granger, what's the answer to 12?

Sod off Malfoy.

Granger.

Granger!

Granger!

GRANGER!

You're going to get me in trouble!

Then get this over with. What's the answer to number 12?

Why don't you ask Pug-Face over there.

Are you kidding me!? She wouldn't know the answer!

No trouble in asking.

...

Okay, I asked.

Did she know what it was?

OF COURSE NOT!

Why did you ask me?

Because you're the smartest person in the class, besides me, of course!

Oh... Why, thank you.

Only because they're are no Ravencraps in this class.

*Ravenclaws*.

Whatever.

Go away.

NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT THE ANSWER TO FREAKIN' NUMBER TWELVE IS!

Okay, but I just saw Parkinson whisper something to you, was it the answer?

Of course not.

Then what'd she say?

I'm not going to tell you until you tell me the answer to number 12!

Never!

Don't act like you don't want to know what Pansy said.

I don't.

Mhm...

I really don't

Mhmmmmmmm...

TELL ME! PLEASE!

You tell me.

NO!

Yep.

NEVER!

Go on.

Okay, I will, but you tell me what Parkinson said first.

Okay, she said (Exact words) "Malfoy, if I tell you the answer to 12, will you snog me senseless?"

EW! EW! EW! EW!

I told you! So now you have to tell me.

Okay the answer is...

Snape takes up note.