Draco smiled. How wayward she is. I think he complimented it, didn 't she? Wear it more often. Dress. It 's coming for you. "Thank you," Granger bit her lip. Maybe she 's asleep? She fell asleep right in the library, on the hard table. So she has such nonsense as polite Malfoy. - With whom you will go to a ball? - quite unexpected question from Draco. - And what, you want to invite me? - Hermione playfully smiled, but the Sluderin didn t see it, glory to Merlin. "And I didn 't even think," the guy said dry. - So why you then? - certainly, the girl didn t hope that Malfoy will invite her to a ball. More precisely, she never wanted to. But hearing that he doesn 't even allow thoughts about it was frustrating. "Look, Granger," Draco straightened up and turned the girl to himself. "Can you, for once, not stand out and just answer the question?" the guy started to get annoyed. "No one," she said. - Nobody invited? - Draco smelled. "I don 't need anyone to invite me. I 'm the chief. Not only