"I've been waiting for this for a long time," She said, smiling. Draco smiled, too.

"Really?" He replied. "I thought you hated me." She laughed.

"Even if I did, I couldn't pass up this opportunity with you," She said honestly. Draco was beaming and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

"Oh, Hermione..." He moaned.

Someone cleared their throat, and Draco woke up, falling out of his bed. He stood up and realized that his manhood was hanging out, standing erect, and immediately put it back in his boxers, keeping his hands over it. Not that they didn't already see it, though.

All the 7th year Slytherin boys were trying to contain their laughter, staring at Draco. His eyes grew so wide he didn't remember how to blink. Or breathe. Or anything, really.

They all busted out laughing, some collapsing to the floor, even. It was priceless. Draco Malfoy, the most arrogant and shallow pureblood - no, STUDENT - at Hogwarts, having a sex dream about a nerdy, bushy-haired, Gryffindor girl? And better yet, for the boys, he had even said her name. Shit.

"Fuck," Draco said weakly in embarrassment. "FUCK!"

He ran for the door, but Blaise caught him by his white t-shirt.

"Oh, no, no, no. We're not letting you go. Not after this." Blaise snorted loudly and started laughing again.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Draco said, pushing Blaise on the ground. He stormed off to the bathroom with his wand, locking the door tightly. Sinking down onto the tile of the bathroom floor in the farthest stall, Draco was humiliated. Not only did he reveal that he was dreaming about a certain girl, which already sucked, because Draco Malfoy never focused on one girl. He always had many. Always. He could have at least two at a time if he wanted, even in bed. Three had even happened before. But the fact that he focused on one? Humiliating! No, the even worse part was that he even said who it was, and that she was a Gryffindor.

"Out of all bloody girls," Draco mumbled to himself. "OUT OF ALL FUCKING GIRLS!" He screamed, punching the stall. It hurt, but not as much as this. "Fuck," He said again, a word that had become popular in his vocabulary, since he recently seemed to always do something stupid.

Draco wanted to hide from everyone, stay in the bathroom until all the boys left and went to class, then get only the things he needed, which was basically his robes and his wand, and leave. For good. He plotted out everything that he would do to get away with it, tell his father that he was tired of being around mudbloods (which he WAS very tired of being around a certain one), and that he was done with his education.

But that was the easy way out, and Malfoys always took the hard way to keep up their tough exterior. So Draco stayed in the bathroom, playing with his wand for about thirty minutes, then decided to get out. He peeked around the door, and saw no one.

"Good," Draco mumbled to himself, and started putting on his robes. He was too pissed off to shower, and just combed his hair in place.

"BOO!" Blaise jumped out at him. Draco had drew his wand and was pointing it at him.

"I swear to Merlin, that if you don't get out right now I will obliviate you and put you outside in the snow."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Blaise said, holding his hands up. "Hear me out." Draco nodded, but kept his wand on Blaise.

"I took care of them. Told them that I put that dream in your head to embarrass you. It wasn't like they would believe you, anyway, Draco. I promise, they have no idea." He said sincerely. Draco slowly lowered his wand.

"Alright..." He said carefully. "Let's go to breakfast. I know we only have about twenty minutes, but I'm starved." Blaise nodded in agreement. They both collected their things and made their way to the Great Hall.

"I'm telling you, Hermione, he's been staring at you for the past month," Ron said. "I don't know what he's planning, but I swear I'll kill him."

"Malfoy's not going to do anything," Hermione said, waving her hand. She put her nose back into her textbook and ignored Ron.

"Hermioneeeeee!" Ron dragged on. "I'm serious! I'm not being paranoid this time. Right, Harry?" He nudged Harry on the arm, expecting an agreeing answer.

"Eh," Harry replied. Ron gave him a dirty look. "I don't think he's going to do anything, either. I mean, it's Malfoy. He's a snake. That's why he's in Slytherin." Harry chuckled at his own joke, then realized no one was laughing. Whoops. "Anyway, and don't take offense with this, Hermione, but he wants nothing to do with 'mudbloods'."

Hermione winced at the word, and Harry immediately regretted saying it. 'Mudblood' was still carved on her left arm, but always covered up by long sleeves. She shook off the comment.

"I'll be fine, and you two know it. After all we've been through I'm sure I can handle a conniving manwhore snake." Harry and Ron laughed.

"Manwhore?" They said in unison. "What does that mean?"

"It's a muggle term," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes. "It means... That he's popular around girls. Y'know..."

"How do you know that, though?" Ron asked, still laughing a bit.

"You have to positively stupid to not notice," Hermione said. "Honestly." Harry laughed again.

"Seriously, though. Not lately. I mean, look, he's even pushing Pansy off of him. More than usual, I guess," Harry said. Hermione looked over her shoulder, saw Malfoy pushing off Pansy, and laughed quietly. He made eye contact with her and she bust out laughing, not able to control her volume, and turned back around towards her friends.

"Laugh a little louder, I think a Hufflepuff in the bathroom down the hall didn't hear that," Ron said sarcastically.

"Oh, well." She said in a mocking deep voice, still containing her laughter. Why was it so funny?

"Seriously, what is so funny?" Harry asked, except he was trying not to laugh, too. It was always funny to watch Pansy get pushed off Malfoy. Even more so now since she was practically on him, and literally trying to feed him his food. "Okay, yeah, it's a bit funny."

The Trio laughed on and off for a little while, the whole hall clearly hearing them, and whenever they glanced at Malfoy or Pansy they laughed even more. It was good to see the three laughing so heartily again, though. It had been a rough year.