Beginning note to new Readers:This story is NOT Cannon. Draco is out of character. I'm aware of this fact. And its AU in that The Half Blood Prince and The Deathly Hallows didn't happen. Draco did not Complete his mission. Nor did he take the mark; He fled instead and is MISSING for the entirety of the war. PLEASE keep that in mind when freaking out because he's out of character or knowing things you don't think he should. Also, If you plan to review, don't just leave me a message saying there are errors my beta missed; if you spot one, please tell me what it is and I will go back in and fix it. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney or any of their songs. I do own almost all the movies though (still on video tape); hints my extensive knowledge of there music.

Chapter 8: Smell; In Which Crabbe's Socks Are Mentioned and Disney Songs Are Sung

After spending the evening shopping in muggle Cairo, Hermione and Benoit -the Frenchmen was only other member of the group besides Malfoy who happened to have as eminence a love of books as she- entered the cafeteria to join the other apprentices for diner.

And she immediately noticed someone missing. "Hey guys, doesn't Draco know its time for dinner?" She asked while slapping a large portion of spaghetti onto her plate.

It was Sipho who answered her, his English was heavily accented and occasionally hard to understand, but his meaning was clear enough. "Last time I saw him he was reorganizing your bookshelf Miss Hermyony."

It bugged her sometimes, the way everyone had started referring to things at 'theirs' instead of hers or his. No one ever refereed to Caroline and Benoit like they where a set, even though they where partners.

Looking around at everyone else, Hermione focused on the only empty plate on the table. "Xue, you're done with your food, go tell him his dinners going to get cold."

She small girl snorted in reply, reaching over Sipho's plate to steal a noodle. "He listens to you more than anyone else, you fetch him."

"But I'm hungry!"

"You're the one that wants him told."

Hermione groaned and pushed herself to her feet, snagging another bite of her noodles for the road while the other occupants of the table snickered at her. "Some friends you are."

She then trudged back out into the dark to make her way back to the bunkhouse.

"Hey Malfoy!" She called as she stepped inside. "It's dinner ti-"

Hermione was brought up short by the image before her. "Shooby do! dobby da doppy do! dobby da da do dah! Do bop she do!" It was Malfoy, singing and twisting is way around the room as he straightened items and threw dirty clothes that had been left out in hampers.

"Are... Are you singing 'Trashing the camp' while you clean?"

He turned toward her, mildly startled when she spoke, a wide smile blooming on his face. "I do believe it perfectly expresses my feelings toward the cleanliness of our housemates. I'm imaging myself breaking things while I put them away." He then made his way over to her.

It took her mind a minute to catch up with what she was seeing, and the first question that came to her mind just sort of popped out. "How in the world do you know Disney songs?" Considering what she was seeing, it was hardly the most important thing she could have asked. It was somewhere down on the list with 'Why do you persist in baffling me, you contradiction of a man?' and 'Why are you singing?'

"I spent a bit of time in America and my boss was obsessed with the stuff; played it over the loudspeaker for the diners all day."

That made her blink. "What?" She asked weakly. "Boss? Diners? America?"

He shrugged. "Story for another day remember? Anyway, dance with me, it'll be fun." He swung her up into his arms, parading her in circles around the room while he returned to is off key warbling of Tarzan.

She squeaked in protest, but quickly found herself trying to contain her laughter while she sung along, they tripped over tables and bumped into other furniture in their impromptu dance. He would spell books across the room or a pair of boots next to the proper bed while he twisted her in circles and around the fireplace, dipping her low to grab a chocolate frog wrapper from the floor, or spinning her around to hang a coat up on the rack.

His obvious experience made up for her two left feet, even though their dance floor was riddled with obstacles that all seemed to be the perfect height to catch them on the hip or the shin, and seemed to delight in tripping them up every other step. Turning what would have been graceful arches into a stumbled shuffling of feet.

And at another exclamation of 'Do bop she do!' He spun and dipped her again, nearly dropping her when the sound of muffled laughter from the doorway reached his ears.

Elegantly sweeping her back onto her feet, he turned toward the doorway and glared at the person inhabiting it.

"What in the world are you guys doing? Your foods getting cold." The bulky form of Evgeni was standing in the doorway, surveying what he perceived to be damage to the room.

"Sweeping a lady off her feet. What does it look like?" He asked arrogantly, releasing the small woman from his arms who looked like she was trying rather hard not to laugh at his explanation. Well that stung his pride a bit. Oh well, he'd win her over eventually.

"It looks like your trying to destroy our commons."

Draco surreptitiously glanced around the room; it did look a little worse for wear, but completely worth it to see the that flushed, delighted look on her face."Well that is the point of the song. And sorry Evgeni, but your socks stink worse than Crabbe's. I threw out the ones I found stuffed in the couch cushions."

The Bulgarian just shook his head and laughed, waving them forward. "Come on and get some dinner. Bill made spaghetti tonight."

Even the mention of Bill's almost inedible cooking couldn't dampen his spirits as he gestured for Hermione to go before him.

As she passed he fell into step beside her, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her in the dark, whispering the lyrics to another Disney song to her. "Bless my soul, Herc was on a roll. Undefeated. Riding high, And the nicest guy. Not conceited. Is he bold? No one braver. Is he sweet? Our favorite flavor."

Hermione snorted in laughter. "While your on your Narcissistic streak, your more of a Prince Ali than a Heracles."

His smug smirk curled into an outright grin. "Good to know you think I'm a prince." He moved to walk backwards in front of her, resuming his off key butchering of a Disney hit, flexing and generally being over-dramatic as he did. "Prince Ali! Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa! That physique! How can I speak, Weak at the knee. Well, get on out in that square, Adjust your vein and prepare, To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali!"

She laughed and swatted at him. "Merlin how did you ever manage to hide this Disney obsession of your for so long?"

"Talent my dear. Pure talent."

Hermione was laughing and Draco wearing a smug smirk as they entered the cafeteria; the idea of her boyfriend waiting back home at Hogwarts the last thing on her mind.

Note: Two updates in as many days, aren't you a lucky bunch. I'm trying to make up for the fact I've not been updating a whole lot; IRL junk is time consuming. BUT! I have a lot of updates in the works for various stories. Don't you all worry, I've not died or anything.