Draco awoke to the sound of water. He groaned as he opened his eyes, a ray of light piercing his vision. Blinking a few times, he realized that the sound of water was not coming from rain, as he had originally thought. Rather, it was coming from the sound of a shower. He looked around the room, his gaze landing on a box-like thing with red writing on it. It was placed on the bedside table and read, "6:15."

Draco assumed this was some sort of electric invention muggles used to tell the time. He touched it. It was made of the same material as the cup he had touched last night. What was it, 'palsic?' No. 'Plaslick?' Merlin's pants this was ridiculous. "Plastic." He finally said aloud. He smirked, very proud of himself for remembering something so insignificant. Draco knew he had always been an impressive student; 'obviously he still was,' he thought to himself arrogantly.

Draco's smirk faded, replaced by a scowl as the memories from last night resurfaced. That idiot, Granger. It was probably her who had woken him up at this ridiculous hour. He decided to lay back down in bed. He was stuck here anyhow. And he was still exhausted after his full night's sleep.

Draco figured he might as well rest. Closing his eyes, he took a long breath in through his nose, pulling up the duvet and shifting into a more comfortable position.

Draco's head hit the pillow, and his eyes closed…

He was sitting up within a minute, angrily putting his hand in front of his face. That Merlin-forsaken sunlight was shining directly into his eyes. He looked at the window, seeing some odd bar-looking slats that were held together by, what was that? Upon closer inspection he realized it was string.

Bloody muggles, putting cheap, ugly, stupid things on their windows. They didn't even keep the sun from coming in!

Draco decided to try and shift the blasted things so they would block the sunlight from shining directly into his face. He tried to wiggle the individual 'bars' to no avail. Finally noticing a rather large, long piece of string attached to the entire bloody contraption. He pulled on it, only to have the damned thing rise, letting in more sunlight. Shit!

Draco yanked them again, attempting to undo what he had previously done, only to have them go further up. So far upwards, in fact, that the entire window was now exposed and the muggle thing was bunched at the top.

"Merlin damn this!" He growled between clenched teeth. "Stupid, fucking MUGGLES."

He felt his frustration rise, knowing there was no way he could sleep with all that sunlight. He pulled on the string again, wanting to rip the irritating thing from the wall. To his great surprise all the slats fell back down.

"Huh." He said, looking at it confusedly. Draco kept staring at the device, still looking for a way to shut out the sunlight. Upon further inspection, Malfoy saw some sort of short tube hanging from it. It looked like more plastic. He grabbed it, pulling with mild force. It didn't move.

"Okay. Obviously not the same." He muttered under his breath. Draco looked at the plastic tubing once more, twisting it this time. "Thank fuck." He praised as the blinds finally closed, leaving him in the dim room.

Draco lay back down, working himself under the covers. The young Malfoy closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose. He hadn't gotten much sleep these past few months, and he planned on becoming well rested before he even attempted to leave the room. Now if only Granger could stop her damn humming.

Wait.

One eye cracked open. No, he hadn't been imagining it. He heard a distinctly feminine voice coming from somewhere else.

He listened harder, his brow furrowing in concentration. Great. It seemed that he and Granger's loo shared a wall. He glared at it, willing a silencing charm to be cast in that direction. It turned out his life wanted to further his misery by adding irony as the humming turned into full blown singing of some stupid song Draco had never heard before.

Probably some stupid, mudblood, muggle trash. He thought grumpily.

He twisted, bringing the pillow up around his ears. He could still hear her ridiculous off-key singing. There was no way he was going to sleep like this.

The shower turned off. Thank fucking Merlin for small favors.

Draco relaxed, trying to get more comfortable. He was dozing peacefully back into sleep when a loud whirring sound began.

He jumped, once again wide awake and glaring at the wall. "Are you shitting me? This must be a bloody joke."

Draco waited for the sound to stop, but it kept droning on and on, and the singing began once more, this time to a different song.

After a few minutes Draco had heard enough. He flung the sheets off of himself, jumping up and striding to the adjacent wall. Pounding on it he yelled, "Oi, Granger! D'you think you could possibly shut that loud gob of yours? That is if your teeth will allow it to bloody close. Some of us are trying to actually sleep."

He heard a gasp through the wall as the whirring shut off. "Mister Malfoy!" He heard in a very un-Hermione-Granger-like voice.

Shit.