Title: Pritt Stick
Words: 661
Disclaimer: JK's characters in a story I wrote. Also, this is light-hearted. Not serious in the slightest. ONE-SHOT.
Few words: I based this off a Kate Nash song called, "Mariella". However, it's not necessary to the plot.
Reviews:Receiving some would be lovely, but I won't hold it against you if you don't give any. :)

Draco stared at his reflection in the mirror. It seemed like a simple act of vanity—until he pulled a glue stick out of his pocket. He set it on the counter and looked at it thoughtfully. With one swift movement, he grabbed the glue stick and glued his lips shut. There. He was not talking today.

He smiled at himself in the mirror—a close-lipped smile, of course. As he chuckled to himself, he packed his backpack and set off for class.

Immediately, his flock joined him. Goyle started rambling about the contents of today's breakfast (meaningless shit as usual), and Crabbe just grunted along. Pansy just sent admiring looks his way, and he pretended as if he didn't notice.

After a few moments, they reached the dining hall, and Goyle shut up, happy to eat for the first time that day. Then, Pansy asked Draco a question. Draco smiled, pointed to his lips, and shook his head. Pansy needed approximately thirty seconds before she understood, and then shrieked. "Draco's lips are glued shut!! Who did this?!" The dining hall silenced as she glared accusingly around the room. Draco sighed and wrote a note with his wand that hung in the air. It said:

I do not wish to speak today and have glued my own lips shut.

When the note finished writing itself, he snatched a slice of toast and left. It didn't take long before the dining hall was full of noise once more. He would have fully grinned then if his lips weren't shut. No one followed him. He was finally left in peace.

His feet led him outside to the courtyard. Draco inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet, fresh air. Taking in the silence. Well, he wasn't in complete silence, but he didn't object to the noises around him. The birds were chirping, and bees were buzzing. He tore his toast to bits to feed the ducks that were waddling around.

"That was a nice commotion in the dining hall," a voice said behind him. Draco turned to find Hermione leaning against the castle, arms crossed. However, the expression on her face read "amused." She took a few strides towards him and tilted her head to the side. "You do know you won't get that peace and quiet you thought this would bring, right?"

It was as if she could read his response just by looking at his face. It said, "Of course not, you foxy minx." He held out his hand, but she didn't take it.

"You know, before I came to Hogwarts, people used to say I was as quiet as a mouse." Draco's eyes were laughing. "It's true. They said I wouldn't even make a peep. Obviously, I've outgrown that now," she laughed.

Draco held out his hand again, and she still refused it. She grinned at him and said, "Accio glue stick." And then, the very same glue stick Draco used that morning came whizzing down to meet them.

"You're not doing this alone," she said. Draco raised an eyebrow in response, as if to dare her to do it. Hermione made a dramatic affaire of it. She uncapped the glue stick very slowly, and applied the glue to her lips as if she were in a movie put in slow motion. Then, she pursed her lips together, and the act was finished. Hermione's lips were now glued together, too.

Smiling, Hermione now held out her hand, and Draco took it. She led him to an empty broom closet, and he glanced around, silently faking protests. He then feigned that her light punch hurt, but he still looked to see if anyone was around to see them go inside.

They proceeded to make as much noise as possible for two people with their lips glued together.

This was the kind of "peace and quiet" Draco needed.