Disclaimer: Do I really need to repeat this? –sigh- It's in the first chappie. Go read that.

A/N: Prepare for an epic battle of yawns. Draco vs a and Voldy isn't in this chappie... let's pretend he exploded for a day or two.


"This is an A… Or is it a A? Either way, this letter is the letter A," Mr Dumbledore announced with a bright smile on his face and a big pointer stick with an apple on it was pointed at the letter A, which was on the trimming above the whiteboard. "And what is A for?" he asked rhetorically to the clueless preschoolers.

Well, they were all clueless except for the smart one of the bunch. Hermione had her hand up and was practically jumping up and down in her seat, her bushy hair flopping up and down as she squirmed to get her teacher's attention. And while all the other students grumbled at her, Draco just stared at her, noting all her pretty features.

"Go, Hermione. What starts with A?"

Hermione's hand shot back down and she folded her hands in front of her before looking up at Mr. Dumbledore with confidence. "Apple."

Mr. Dumbledore beamed at her, "Of course! A is for apples! And we all love apples right? After all, an apple a day keeps the doctor away."

Ron yawned.

Harry yawned.

Pansy yawned.

Neville yawned.

The yawns crawled across the room and Draco smirked. He would stop the contagious chain of yawns before it got to his precious Hermione!

It was here…the yawn was here to break down his fortress. Draco puffed out his chest and pulled his shoulders back, bracing himself for the sudden tiredness that would inevitably reach him.

Draco bit down the yawn that was forming at his own lips. He could feel the yawn forming at his throat and he screwed his eyes and wrinkled his nose as he tried to hold it back. His lips were pulled out in a thin, tight line… Must not yawn. Must not yawn. Must not ya-

"Are you okay Draco?" Draco's eyes snapped open at Mr. Dumbledore's gentle voice and he looked up to see the other man's solicitous face watching him carefully. Draco eased up, letting his strained muscles relax for a second. Only, a second later, the yawn once again threatened to emerge.

Draco bit his lower lip, and felt his head shaking from the force of the unrestrained yawn. His eyes also drifted closed again. He couldn't hear the snickers that echoed through the room or the stares directed at him. He couldn't feel the squeeze his teacher made on his shoulder before heading back up to the front of the attentive class. All he could feel was his heart wildly beating in his chest and the yawn that was at the hinge of his clenched jaw.

His teeth chattered together, shivering under the power of it all. On the back of his eyelids he could see the yawn- a yellow cloud of humanoid gas that donned boxing gloves and wiggled back and forth, shifting from foot to foot. The striking red gloves hit him right by his chin, which unclenched for a moment. A sharp pain at the back of his throat had him aware of another punch that had him withering.

But then, he saw Hermione- the discouraged princess in a rosy pink dress, waiting to be saved from the evil yawn that threatened to eat through him.

A surge of power through him as he thought of her and her helplessness as she waited for her rescuer to win. He couldn't fail her.

"Mr. Malfoy? Are you okay?" Mr. Dumbledore repeated, shaking his student shoulder slightly and worrying for the worst. "Do you need to use the restroom?"

Mr. Dumbledore's word penetrated the fortress he had put up to hold back the yawn, breaking it into crumbles.

"NO I DON'T!" Draco yelled, only to realize too late that his fortress died, exploded, imploded, broke, and whatever word is equivalent to it blowing up. The yawn wiggled through the tiny hole that had opened and widened Draco's mouth, stretching itself out. Draco yawned…

Mr. Dumbledore looked at the young boy in amusement and raised an eyebrow before turning back to the front of the classroom and picking the apple pointer stick back up. He brought it up to the letter H and said, "This is the letter P."

Draco's eyes widened when he realized that they'd gone all the way to J while he was fighting his crazy battle with the yawn. He held up his fingers and did all the abcs he knew on his fingers, getting up to two hands! If only, he knew how to count how many fingers where on two hands… Oh well.

He sighed, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of brown hair. He then realized what he had been fighting the yawn for in the first place! His babe of a not yet but will be soon girlfriend. He failed her…

A pout formed on Draco's lips as he watched Hermione raise a hand over her widened mouth. She yawned…

Draco glanced back at his teacher who was now on Y… Y is for yawn.

How quaint.


A/N: Hey peoples! I finally updated. Hehe. Homework is bothersome. Anyway, did I have you all yawning? 'Cause whenever I typed the word yawn, I would find myself yawning (even right now). Hehe. Or mayebt hats the influence of school…

But I digress. I had fun with this chappie and Draco's fight with the yawn (I actually end up fighting back yawns in French class –its first thing in the morning. And my teacher gets all prissy when we yawn so I try and hold em back… It's quite difficult. Though obviously, I didn't' look constipated when I held them back).I hope you had fun reading it!

Please revieeeeeeew!!!! Spread the love. You know the drill. Hehe. Pleassssse do cuz you guys bring smiles to my face for a full week with just one review! Come on and review- resistance is futile.

And guess what... I'm this close to 200 reviews. -grins and holds up fingers a centimeter apart-

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