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I never get what I want.

That's actually quite funny.

What does anyone want?

I think you're finally growing a backbone, Granger. At least, you're the first one I've met that has. All the others just fume or sob.

You're evading the question.

Mm. What a compliment.

I am. What do you want? Answer mine and I'll answer yours.

Shut up.

Right now? I want you to answer the question... and some firewhiskey.

No, I don't think I will, actually. I'm sort of done with the blind honesty thing. You want information, you pay for it.

So, you want to know what I want? ... A lot of things, but there's not much that I don't already have.

[His breath hitches just slightly, a small sign that he wasn't being completely honest. There was one thing he still wanted.]

*Her smile grows.*

What else?

So unspecific...

I want a new broom? I hear the new Firebolt II is brilliant.

How wondrously superficial. Somehow I figure that's not terribly out of reach for you.

[Wait for it... here it comes.]

... Father says I've got to beat Harry first in a match. Even if we're in the same house. I'll probably challenge him soon.

...

I take it you're not thrilled?

Not nearly. He may be a Slytherin, but he's still a hell of a Seeker.

So? What about you, then?

I want respect. Something a little more abstract. I'm tired of being stepped on.

I feel a bit dramatic.

The world would have to change completely for you to have the kind of respect you want, Granger.

We're teenagers, of course we're dramatic.

I guess I'll have to put out the extra effort, then, won't I?

This isn't typical angst, Malfoy.

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