A/N: YES I KNOW I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON! I feel horrible and guilty! I aplogize to everyone who I kept waiting with my stupidity and I apologize to my few faithful subscribers!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Extra note: It was my birthday on the 17th and Mum got me a special edition box set of all the Harry Potter DVDs! They're only making a few of them so I was really lucky!

"Hermione?" Draco said softly.

"Hmm?" Hermione mumbled, rolling over to face Draco.

"Its time to wake up."

"Don't want to." she groaned.

"C'mon, Harry comes back today." Draco said, hoping that would lure her out of the warm duvets. But instead she pulled her pillow over head.

"Go away."

"But you haven't seen Harry or Ginny in like two weeks!" Draco cried.

"SHUT UP!" Hermione bellowed.

"Hermione?" Draco whimpered, terrified.

"What?" she snapped, looking at him straight in the eye.

"Are you, um, PMS-ing?"

"Get out." she hissed, eyes narrowing dangerously as she reached for her wand.

"Yes ma'am." Draco squeaked, running out of the room, cursing himself for saying such a foolish thing. His eyes flicked up to the calendar on the wall of the living room. Sure enough around that days date was a large red circle. While they were at Malfoy Manor they were always on the other side of the house from each other, so he had never had to deal with it and she had only had it once since they had come back to Hogwarts. Swearing he ran his fingers through his hair he glanced at the large grandfather clock, they still had an hour to get ready and have breakfast. Maybe if just left her she would get up on her own? He shook his head at the ridiculous thought. Hermione would probably sleep for days. Gingerly he tiptoed up the stairs and opened the door softly. Hermione was sleeping peacefully curled up in a little ball clutching the duvet to her chest.

"Quit staring you perv." she mumbled. Draco jumped, he had not noticed that she had been awake.

"Er, just be ready to go down to breakfast in about 20 minutes." Draco said.

Hermione mumbled something about 'ten more minutes' and rolled over. Sighing Draco spread out all of her clothes for that day and got all of her assignments ready. He trudged downstairs and almost ran into Harry.

"Is she alright? Not sick? Not hurt? Did she miss me?" Harry said, hoping from foot to foot impatiently.

"She's PMS-ing." Draco said flatly.

"So?"

"So? SO? She's psycho when she's PMS-ing!"

"She's my best friend Draco. I don't care." Harry said firmly and gently pushed past him. Draco stared at him incredulously as the raven haired man jogged up the stairs and sprinted towards the door. Draco waited, expecting Hermione to start screaming at Harry. But all he heard was the grandfather clock ticking away in the eerily quiet room. Starting to worry Draco wondered if he should go up and check on them. Finally he gave in and ran up to the room, expecting to find a battered Harry. Instead he found Harry and Hermione- who had changed into her school uniform- sitting on the bed, crossed legged, chatting. Hermione looked up at Draco and smiled briefly.

"Time to go down to breakfast?" Harry asked.

"Yep." Draco nodded.

The three walked down to the great hall in silence, Draco walked off and sat with Blaise at the Slytherin table and Harry and Hermione sat with Ginny, who was looking extremely sunburnt.

That day the Gryffindor's and the Slytherin's had potions together. Hermione slammed her book bag down, grumpily. Draco jumped slightly.

"Geez!"

"Sor-ry." Hermione sneered and plopped down into the seat.

Draco sighed, Hermione was back to her normal PMS-ing mood.

"Today, we will be making Veritaserum," Snape drawled, striding to the front of the room. "Of course, because this class is practically is made up with a bunch of baboons I don't expect anyone to get it right." He raised his eyebrows and stared at Draco as if to say 'except you'. Draco smirked.

"Sir?" Hermione said raising her hand.

"What?" Snape snapped.

"The instructions for Veritaserum aren't in our books."

"Oh how very clever of you to figure that out, Mrs Malfoy," he sneered. Hermione's eyes narrowed and she let out a low hiss. "The instructions are on the board." Snape said, flicking his wand. He sat down and watched as everyone scrambled to get the ingredients. Everyone except one. Hermione was still sitting in her seat, glaring at the potions master.

"I believe I told you to start." Snape growled, stalking over to were the Gryffindor sat. Everyone turned to look at the teacher and student.

"I believe you didn't actually say 'time starts now'" Hermione sneered.

"I implied it."

"So?"

"So? Start brewing."

"No, I don't think I will." Hermione said coolly, swinging back on her chair. Snape raised an eyebrow.

"I think some one needs to go have a chat with Dumbledore."

"Oh bugger off you old bat." Hermione snapped irritably.

"Excuse me?" Snape gasped.

"You are excused."

"20 points from Gryffindor."

"Take 100 for all I care, we're still gonna have more points than you." Hermione shrugged, putting her feet up on the table.

"Detention. Tonight, you'll be cleaning all the cauldrons and then brewing a batch of Veritaserum."

Hermione stood up. "I. Don't. Want. To." she said in a dangerously soft voice. Her chair clattering on the cold stone floor. Draco rushed back to the table, clutching onto his supplies.

"Er, Professor? Hermione isn't in a good mood today." he said.

"Isn't she? Oh, that's just too bad. 8 O'clock sharp."

Hermione's lower lip stuck out. Her eyes widened. Draco gulped.

"P-Professor?" Draco squeaked.

"What?" Snape sighed glaring at the blond young man.

"H-Hermione's PMS-ing." he said softly so no one else could hear. But it was too late, Hermione had already started bawling her eyes out. Harry rushed over and wrapped an arm around her small shoulders until Hermione slapped it.

"Er, Mrs Malfoy?" Snape said uncomfortably.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Hermione screeched.

"Sorry. H-Hermione?"

"Yes?" Hermione sniffed.

"You don't have to come to detention anymore." He blurted out. Hermione smirked, the only traces of her crying was the single tear drop on her cheek.

"Sweet."

"Everyone get back to work." Snape shouted stomping back up to his desk. All the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's started moving at once.

"Hermione." Draco hissed.

"What?"

"Get to work!"

"I don't want to."

"But you have to."

Hermione glared up at her husband.

"Mrs Malfoy, is there a reason that you aren't doing your work?" Snape asked wearily.

"Yes, sir."

"And what would that be?"

"I don't want to do this crap."

A few students gasped.

"This crap?" Snape echoed.

"Yes. If you don't mind I'm going to go now," Hermione stated. "You-" she pointed at Draco "Can bring up my book bag later." she ordered.

"I'm sorry, but I do mind if you leave." Snape snapped abruptly.

"You do?" Hermione gasped, mockingly. "Well guess what, Severus," Hermione grinned. "I don't give a (Insert bad word in here) about what you think!"

Draco and the rest of the class gaped at Hermione as she flounced out of the class room. She left Snape spluttering when she raised her middle finger and slammed the door behind her.

"Class dismissed." the potions master said faintly, collapsing into his large wooden seat.

Everyone rushed to get all of their belongings and raced out the door chattering excitedly. Draco picked up his book bag. His hand hovered over Hermione's, he couldn't decide wether to just leave it there or take it for her. Finally he sighed and picked up the heavy bag.

"Bye Professor." he muttered softly and left the cold classroom.

A/N: Yes I know its awful! But I am suffering from major writers block AND my teacher told me that I would never be a good as writer as a girl in my class who is one year younger than me so me, being the stupid person I am, was wallowing in self pity. Yes I know I am an idiot. So SORRY!