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On Friday after twelve, Hermione's apartment was filled with the sound of an incoming text message.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
Character B:What color is Your outfit?
She wrote her number down on the gift tag, using new Montblanc pen. She could just put it in his phone, but she had to romanticize life. She tried to disguise, abortively, how much she liked the gift. But Draco could easily catch the gleam in her eye, as she flipped the box lid open.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
Character B:What color is Your outfit?
Character A:Red.
She threw the phone down on the bed. A few moments later, a dreadful thought struck her. She grabbed the phone back.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
Character B:What color is Your outfit?
Character A:Red.
Character A:Don't say You're going to match my outfit…
Character B:Would it really be that bad?
Character A:It’s not 2010 anymore.
Character B:Were You even born before 2010, baby?
She could almost see his distinctive smirk, as he wrote this text.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
Character B:What color is Your outfit?
Character A:Red.
Character A:Don't say You're going to match my outfit…
Character B:Would it really be that bad?
Character A:It’s not 2010 anymore.
Character B:Were You even born before 2010, baby?
Character A: So, You do admit, that You're chasing after young, innocent girls?
In response, she received a string of messages. It was, as if he was reflecting on, and was adding more parts as he proceeded.
Character B: You're barely innocent.
Character B: And I don't chase after young girls.
Character B: Just You, baby.
Character B:If You let me.