Draco knew there was something wrong with that girl.

How could someone on the side of the light cause so much terror with a single word? It might have had something to do with the facial expression. Those narrowed eyes dancing with malice and that smirk (and how dare she smirk! He was supposed to be the only smirker in the group, blast it all) conveyed a sense of doom and sent ice straight into the blood stream of anyone confronted by them. It should've been classified under 'torture device' or even 'deadly weapon'.

It certainly would work as an advantage against the dark. He was fairly certain that not even Moldy Voldy could remain calm when confronted by a violent, PMS-ing, chocolate-less, and generally just not in a good mood Hermione Granger.

And if he had known about how truly dangerous she was he would have switched to the light side long before his eventual change...or he'd have suggested that Voldy start letting more women be Death Eaters and send them into battle while menstrual.

Maybe that was the secret behind Aunt Bellatrix's insanity… she had been chocolate and pain medicine-less in Azkaban.

This last thought caused him to giggle somewhat maniacally.

"Merlin! Malfoy, what can you possibly find amusing at a time like this?" the red head in the vat to his left asked angrily. Had his arms been free there was no doubt he would have attempted a punch or two at the blond boy's face.

"Nothing, Weasley. Absolutely nothing," was the blonds smug response, or as smug as one could be in the present situation.

"Would you two shut up? Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Yeah."

"Shut up!"

Draco stuck out his tongue at Thomas, Finnigan, and Nott. "Bah, I don't have to listen to you. Hey, Potter, is Blaise over there?"

"No Ferret-face, Blaise got out of it," The-Boy-Who-Didn't-Enjoy-Where-He-Was responded.

"What?!" came cries from all over the oddly accessorized Room of Requirement.

"Yeah, he offered to make her some coffee and give her a back rub," The-Boy-Who-Hated-This-Squishy-Feeling-Between-His-Toes yelled to his once archenemy.

"TRAITOR!!"

"Blaise, did you say something?" Hermione moaned out from under her boyfriend who was doing amazing things with his hands.

"Nope, must be hearing things." The black haired boy grinned wickedly before going after a particularly tight muscle in the small of her back. "I am curious, though… why pudding?"

Hermione laughed evilly. "Dobby said they had leftovers from last night… wouldn't want it to go to waste. Besides, it's nigh invincible. How will they get out of five foot tall tubs of pudding with their hands and ankles tied? Mmmm right there..."

Blaise sighed, "You know they're going to be angry with you when they get out."

Glaring into the coverlet, Hermione responded, "It's their own fault...eating the last of my Godiva. What kind of girl would I be if I didn't retaliate?"

"Not my girl, that's for sure."

"Aww you say the sweetest things… mmmm lower..."

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