I like cocky Draco. He's fun. lol! Anyway I hope you continue to enjoy the madness! Bwahahah

PS- I don't own no Harry Potter rights! Leave JK Rowling to the real thing. I'm just here for mindless fanfics. ~_^

Note: This story goes a little fast. lol Ok a lot fast. And it maybe a little sloppy but you can't have it all.

Draco was lying comfortably on a table in the library.

"Malfoy what the hell are you doing?" Granger said shrilly.

If Granger were spastic like this about everything she would qualify for Slytherin!

Draco moved slightly to look at her, "I can't take a nap now?"

"I don't give a damn what you do! I'm asking you what you're doing sleeping on a library table! Don't you have a bed or something?"

"Of course! I have a bed, a sofa, a loveseat, three padded chairs, a daybed--"

"So why are you sleeping on a table in the library?!"

"Just wanted a little variety," he shrugged.

"...You're either a really simple stupid person or you're a monster."

"I'd like to think I'm charming and sexy."

"Oh go kiss yourself Narcissist."

"How did you know I loved myself and mythology?!"

"Yes, I'm a regular genius."

"Now there's that modesty that I lack!"

"Get out Malfoy."

"Aww," he said, sitting up, "What happened to 'let's be friends?' I thought you were nicer than that."

"I'll be nice to you when you're not being sarcastic and an asshole," Granger replied hotly.

"Oh, Hermione, I hope I haven't rubbed off on you in the wrong way!"

"I thank Merlin everyday that you don't rub me at all."

"If you wanted a hug you should have just said so!" Draco smiled, leaping off the table and grabbing Granger in a bear hug.

"Sod off!" Hermione screamed, making every effort to get away.

Draco nuzzled her neck, "Not into touching? Pots and Weeble won't take to that! Why would they want a girlfriend who wouldn't give a little?"

"You're disgusting."

"I love you."

"My eye!"

"Is there something in your eye?"

"No!"

"I love your eye."

"I hate you so much right now."

"I'm thinking about you in a thong with coffee right now."

"I would never wear a thong, thanks."

"You're serving me the coffee now..."

"You're so perverted."

"I'm drinking the coffee now..."

"You'd better not touch my butt."

"Oh you naughty girl you bent over."

"I'm so disgusted with both of us."

"You want some of my coffee? I'm at a crossroads! To share or not to share that is the question..."

"Don't. I hate coffee."

Draco threw Hermione away from him and made a horrible face, "You're a danger to mankind! You don't like touching people and you hate coffee? Shame on you woman! What are you good for?!"

"I'm good at getting my work done."

"Wonderful. Does your work tuck you in at night too?"

"If it did I'd be disturbed."

"It's alright sweetums," Draco purred, patting Hermione's head, "I still love you even though you're anti-coffee."

"I'm anti-Draco."

"I like women who play hard to get," he winked.

"Will you just leave me alone?!" Hermione vented.

"Anything you desire my sex slave," he said, waving goodbye.

She flicked him off and he walked quietly down the hall. He couldn't help but smile. Even though the mudblood was completely his opposite he loved to fight with her. It was kind of fun.

"Draco!" The Boy Who Just Won't Die called merrily to him.

What was this? Sudden amnesia?

"Yo," Draco said coolly, "What's up?"

Ron appeared behind Harry. Ron however looked a little bit moody. Draco was happy that only one of them had gone insane.

"We're going to practice Quidditch a bit. Would you like to join us?" Harry smiled.

Draco puked inside but said, "Oh, sure, why not?"

"That's the spirit!" Harry said, slapping his back and then skipping off to the field.

"Excuse me, Ronnie," Draco said, stopping Ron before he could go on his way, "Just a quick question but has Harry turned completely inside out and then flipped?"

"What?" Ron the Slow answered. Draco was amazed on how Ron could go about life with no brains what so ever and still be alive.

"Why is Pots being all nice?"

"Well we're...sort of...friends now," Ron said, grimacing with every word.

"If you look like your constipated while you're talking to me we aren't friends. I would have thought that Harry would have a similar response."

"He's just nice. Be grateful," Ron grunted, walking off.

"Where are you going? The boy's bathroom is that way!" Draco called after him, pointing in the direction he should have been going.

Ron ignored him and continued to walk away.

Draco shrugged and walked toward his room. He needed his Quidditch gear if he was going to practice.

"Oh here you are Draco," Lucky smiled seductively, waiting by the Slytherin door.

The downside to Ravenclaw is that they tended to be a little bit on the stalker side. But Draco acted surprised anyway.

"Hello my dear," Draco purred, coming up beside her and kissing her cheek, "What's up?"

"I thought we could go make out in your room?" Lucky smiled.

Ah, but you had to love how the Ravenclaws were up front about it.

"I would love to!" Draco smiled, just as he remembered Quidditch. Damn Pottyfuck and his damn nice-ness! "Urm...actually I have something I have to do. I'm sorry."

"What do you have to do?" Lucky asked.

"Play Quidditch."

"Can I watch?"

Out comes the stalker again.

"Um it's just practice."

"I still want to watch my sexy Draco spin around on a broom," she winked.

Oh she's so naughty.

"Really it's ok. It's just practice."

"You don't want me to?" she sniffed.

No, no she's going to cry!

"It's not that! It's just that it's going to be really boring. It's not a game and everything..."

"I don't care."

"Draco!" Granger shouted, stalking over to the argument, "You left your freaking shoes in the library. I don't know how exactly you could forget your shoes and just walk out of the library and back to your common room without noticing. I swear you really are the most ignorant person I've ever met."

She held out his shoes.

"Oh I'm sorry Draco!" Lucky said, "I didn't know that you had homework to do! I'll leave you alone. But I'll see you later alright?"

"Right. Bye."

"Bye bye!"

Then Lucky pranced off down the hallway and Granger still stood, looking rather annoyed, next to him.

"Oh..." Draco said, suddenly feeling a real urge to hug the girl, "You don't know how much I love you right now."

"Will you quit the sarcastic stunts? I think you could act a little more mature after I've went all this way to bring you back your shoes."

"I'm being totally serious! I love you so much right now!"

Her face softened, "...What?"

"I could kiss you if I weren't afraid that, since you never get any, you'd maul me."

She glared, "I would certainly not maul you."

"You must have heard my telepathic cry for help! You're my long lost sister aren't you?"

"No."

"You're Miss Cleo in disguise!"

"No."

"You're just psychic!"

"No!"

"Oh well. I still love you."

"That's nice. Take your shoes."

"Don't you want a kiss? A hug? Coffee?"

"I feel repulsed toward all of them."

He smiled, "Alright then I know! We're going to be best friends from here on out. Our psychic love powers will dominate the world!"

"Neither of us are psychic."

"Ok, ok just kill my plans why don't you?"

"But you seriously want to be best friends?"

"Yes!"

"And you'll stop treating me like dirt?"

"Maybe!"

"But you'll never call me 'mudblood' again right?"

"I can agree to that!"

"Ok then. Fine."

"Fine?"

"Fine."

"You're fine!"

"Don't push your luck."

He hugged her tightly and said, "Best friends hidden psychic love powers forever!"

"Done now?"

"Yes," he said letting go and taking his shoes, "I'll see you later."

"Whatever."

"Bye honey!"

"Bye."

As Draco got his Quidditch stuff he felt warmer inside. It was probably just the feeling of some of his hate and jealousy being lifted. He smiled.