20. Knitting Charm

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“ What are you doing Granger?” He scoffed, the bushy-haired Gryffindor didn't even bother with looking up, knowing exactly who was talking to her.

“ Why does it matter to you?” She shot back, not looking up from her work.

“ Because for once, you, the infamous mudblood-bookworm, are not studying.” He explained crudely.

“ Shut up Malfoy.” She spoke sternly, finally putting the wool she was working with on her lap.” For your information, I am trying, without your help, to make clothing for the house-elves who work here, I'm trying to free them.”

“ And how are you doing that?” Draco asked, sitting across from her, crossing his arms and arching one of his eyebrows.

“ It's called a knitting charm, you insufferable prat.”

“ No, I wasn't talking about that mudblood, how do you plan on freeing them?”

“ By using the clothes, thick-head.”

“ They work here on their own free-will Granger.”

“ No they don't! Ever heard of peer-pressure?”

“ They do..”

“ DON'T!”

“ Calm down Hermione.”

“ Did you just call me..?” Hermione's mouth was opened in a perfect o shape.

“ Good-bye.” Draco stood up and walked off, leaving her there..