Hermione paced after Malfoy around the invisible entrance to the Room of Requirement, thinking hard: somewhere non-pink, somewhere where we can't be discovered. After doing so three times, a door appeared in the wall and Hermione and Malfoy hurried through it.

Entering, Hermione saw a world of blueness, she didn't really like blue much, but it was definitely better than pink.

Sophie was obviously just setting the room up with the things that the Room of Requirement can't produce. There were two staircases, which Hermione predicted led up to some girls' and boys' dormitories for those who can't transfigure pink to normal. A door that led off to a kitchen and dining room was wide open with a large basketful of food sitting on an ancient looking large bench

The main room was like a common room, scattered with desks, sofas, couched and beanbags. A fire was burning warmly away in the fireplace at the centre of the room.

Hermione walked up to Sophie, who was taking the load of soap that Malfoy had got from his family and filling a large wicked basket with them.

"Sophie, where did you get them from?"

"House elves, they agreed to help. They don't seem to like the pink pillow cases Dumbledore gave them…"

"Oh! I forgot all about SPEW over the summer holidays! I'd better restart SPEW now! See you later Sophie!"

"Spew? What's spew?" Sophie looked utterly confused at Hermione's words.

"Nevueu! Dobby's got muffins for the kitchen!"

Sophie turned and saw Malfoy and Dobby standing together with basketfuls of chocolate chip muffins.

"I thought I told you to call me by my first name, Sophie, Malfoy?"

"You don't seem to follow that rule yourself," Malfoy replied smugly, "Sophie. "Malfoy uttered the last word as though it was a disease.

"Fine, Draco." Sophie did the same with Draco (wait a minute, I'm not following that rule) Malfoy's name. "Put them in the kitchen please." Even though this nasty slimy Slytherin was a total idiot, she still needed her manners on display.

Sophie started to transfigure some pink banners in house banners, and because of the massive amount of them, she draped them over the sofas, pinned them to the wall, and hung the largest ones up as hammocks in the reading area. Even the library was too fluoro to concentrate in.

People started to trail away from the still in progress NP (Hey this can also stand for Neopets or Neopoints! I used to lurve Neopets, it's meant to stand for Non pink) headquarters, only leaving Sophie sewing the house crests onto some pillowcases.

At last, Sophie tossed a pillow case into the spare quilts basket: she couldn't be bothered to find the right basket in the pile of items. She walked off to dinner, feeling wary.

The great hall was nearly deserted, and Sophie dropped onto a random bench, too tired to care if it was the right table, and started to eat. Hermione was still sitting at the table too. She obviously just finished researching for other possible ways to help house elves.

But Sophie realized that Hermione was not the only one accompanying her, next to her was Draco Malfoy, who was being an experiment to Dumbledore: Dumbledore obviously wanted to design some pinky dressy robes for his students.

Sophie edged away from Dumbledore, not wanting to turn into a female experiment for Dumbledore even if she was going to be paid. She ate quickly and sped off towards her dormitory, leaving Hermione and Draco (Malfoy's longer than Draco) alone in the hall.

Draco was nearly falling asleep, and Hermione had forgotten about her dinner and sat reading a thick leather bound book with faded lettering in its spine that read "House Elves' Right".

After fifteen minutes, which seemed like fifteen hours to Hermione and Draco, Draco finally fell asleep, his head resting on Hermione's shoulder. Several things happened at once, Hermione screamed and threw Draco off her shoulder, Draco jerked awake and shouted "Holy Grail!" and them fell to the ground, pulling poor Hermione with her; Hermione screamed and hit the ground, shoulder first. Dumbledore didn't seem to be startled, but calmly said in a sing-song voice: "Poppy, someone needs you!"

Madam Pomfrey, who had been forced to judge Dumbledore's pink designs, muttered "I reckon you need a nurse like me" and levitated the two injured students, who were moaning in pain to the hospital wing.

"Dear, I don't have a model to test my designs!" Dumbledore showed no concern to Hermione and Draco.

As Madam Pomfrey attended to some other students who have fallen head first off the bench when Dumbledore was designing, Hermione started on Malfoy.

"Why the hell did you fall asleep on me Malfoy!"

"You'd do the same if that Dumbledore was using you as a model for 24 hours!"

"Why so sudden?"

"Ask him!"

"Shut up then Malfoy."

Malfoy turned to lie sideways on his shoulder and face Hermione. She turned her head and saw a pair of grey eyes boring into hers. He ripped off a piece of fabric from the fragile pink pillowcase and scrunched it into a soft ball to throw at Hermione. But Hermione had no idea of what Malfoy was going to do, so she stared into his eyes.

As Malfoy was building up his ball, Hermione realized that Malfoy had nice eyes. Stop thinking like that girl, that's a human form of ferrets you're looking at! She told herself, but thinking didn't work, soon, she looked like she was having an absence seizure (of EPILEPSY), until Malfoy hit Hermione softly with his head sized ball.

Hermione jerked her head up and stared around, where the hell am I? It took her a complete minute to take in her surroundings again.

"What on earth's wrong with you, Granger?"

Hermione still looked dozed, "For once you didn't call me a Mudblood, Malfoy."

"I've gotten out of the habit of doing so."

"Big change in a pureblood scum."

"Shut up."

"What's the magic word?"

"Ha! As if I'll say the P word! Avada Kedavra or Imperio would be a suitable!" Malfoy answered sarcastically.

"Oh dear I'm dying…not!" Hermione cried out in a phony high voice.

"OK, enough chit-chat, you two can go now." Madam Pomfrey ushered them away.

Hermione and Malfoy walked their separate ways to their dorms.

That night, neither Hermione or Malfoy got a good night's sleep. Both were awake, thinking, what will become of Hogwarts? Funny someone like Malfoy would have cared though, he would've been happy to see Dumbledore get sacked by his father.

The next morning, Draco felt surprisingly cheerful, helpful, and different. He happily got dressed and skipped off to breakfast. Hermione dragged her feet up to breakfast, 5 kilos of papers and books stacked in her arms, as her struggled and staggered, her legs gave way and she fell in a heap next to her books.

Draco, out of all people, had extended a hand to help Hermione up and stacked the books and papers in a neat pile and carried them to the great hall for Hermione. Extreme unusual behaviour. Draco had also sung happily a muggle song that Hermione was familiar with: Shut Up and Drive. Hermione recalled Dumbledore asking Malfoy if he wanted tea. The drowsy Draco, who was too tired too care, accepted the offer. Oh no! Malfoy's pink and stuff as well! I hope he doesn't remember about the NPS! Hermione panicked, and did a fast memory charm under her breath. Draco looked dozed for a split second, but then returned to sing the chorus of Rihanna's song.

Draco still lurves pink, but his instincts on the NPS was gone for good. Hermione needed to see Sophie, and fast! She was three months older than Hermione and came from a wizarding family. She should know about the tea.

Swallowing her breakfast like a hungry wolf, she left her books with Ron and Harry and did a standard Olympic sprint towards the Room of Requirement, where Sophie Nevueu was to be found, fitting pillows into pillowcases.

"Sophie! Draco's got the pink thing! He's just like Dumbledore now!" Hermione didn't care that she had used Malfoy's first name. She knew she ought not worry about it if it was a slimy ferret that has the pink thing, but it felt like Draco was some close relative to her, and she was very upset of it.

Sophie dropped the pillows and sat there, looking stunned. Finally, her throat made a strange gurgly nose, and coughed loudly. "We need to find how to stop this pink stuff, or Hogwarts will be a disaster."

The bell rang, and Sophie excused herself and ran off. Hermione knew it was to hide her tears. Draco had been like a brother during their years at Hogwarts. Though the trio had always had a little objection of this relation, they never said a word about it and soon grew to trust Malfoy not to harm Sophie.

Hermione sighed and walked off to Potions. Snape was sitting at his desk, wearing some plain pink robes and a pointed wizard's hat that had ribbons flowing from the end. Dumbledore had obviously made a rule for his staff to wear pink clothing, as McGonnagal had been seen earlier at breakfast wearing pink robes and a pair of dangly Hello Kitty earrings. His students tried to settle in the new pink theme, with the newly painted pink desks, and the pink blackboard and carpet.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!"