"Granger, wake up! Granger, wake up! Granger, wake up! Granger, wake up!"
A groan.
"GRANGER, THE CASTLE'S ON FIRE!"
"WHAT?" She jolted up and was running for the door when she heard him laughing uncontrollably, gasping for air.
"I hate you with such passion, Draco Malfoy. HATE."
He was still laughing, holding his sides now. "That was hilarious. You should have seen your face! You looked like – OW!" She hit his arm.
"You deserve it, you arse! You freaked me out! Why were you even waking me up at—" she checked the clock, "12:40 AM?"
"Ouuuuch. My arm stings! You hit like a man, Granger! This is like third year all over again!"
"I won't hesitate to do that again. Leave me alone and just let me sleep." She pushed him to the door and climbed back to bed.
"Grangerrrrrr…"
"What?"
"I woke you up for a reason."
"What?"
"I was just wondering…"
"Spit it out, Malfoy."
"I was just wondering if you could make me some pop tarts?"
"What?"
"I'm hungry, Granger. I had Quidditch practice until really late and the kitchens were closed already and I want pop tarts! Those house elves don't know what a pop tart is!"
"Lemme get this straight, you woke me up for some pop tarts?"
"Yes! See! This is your fault! If you didn't bring that muggle snack here, I wouldn't have gotten so addicted to it and I wouldn't have had to wake you up for it."
She groaned. "Malfoy, have I ever told you that you are the bane of my existence?"
"Why yes, Granger! Thousands of times. You tell me all day, everyday." He flashed her a smile then an innocent look that was meant to say please-please-please-please-please.
She buried herself under the covers. "Malfoy, can't this wait? I'll give you all my pop tarts boxes in the morning if you leave me the hell alone and let me sleep."
He was silent for a while, thinking about it.
"No can do, Granger. I want pop tarts and I want them now. One never refuses a Malfoy, so I was told as a child."
"You are deranged."
"Please, please, please, please, pleaaaaaase Granger. I just need to taste that cinnamon pop tart-y goodness then I swear to leave you be. I'll even let you shower first tomorrow morning. Please Granger."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine, just to shut you up."
"Thank you, Hermione Granger."
She got up and headed for the door to the dormitory's kitchen.
"Oh and Granger?"
"What now, Malfoy? I'm already going to make you your pop tarts."
"Nothing much," He smirked and walked ahead of her. "just that your robots underpants are very adorable."