Chapter 22-Moody 'Mione

A/N Since you probably don't want to re-read chapter 21, Hermione's blood is really BLUE and Harry's is really YELLOW, sorry for the mix-up.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot.

Hermione woke up and felt like it would be a wonderful day. No, not even that, a wonderful week, year even. She kissed Draco's cheek, hopped out of bed and just waltzed out of the room to take a shower (literally). Feeling even better (if possible) she walked back into her room and started jumping on the bed, waking Draco. "Dang you, I'm still tired, let me sleep some more, please," Draco said, pulling the red blankets up to his head. Hermione didn't answer, but just kept jumping until she could barely draw breath and then she gracefully swooned onto the bed next to Draco, where she regained her breath and giggled incessantly.

Draco's POV (geez, haven't been here for a while)

Hermione fell onto the bed beside him, judging by the small *whump* sound and then began giggling for no apparent reason. 'Geez, couldn't I have fallen in love with someone who isn't a morning person?' and then, 'No, you couldn't, because she is perfect for you, smart, stubborn, resolute, and completely mischievous when she wants to be.' He grinned despite the argument he'd had inside his head, his second statement had been truer than the first. Without disturbing or even warning Hermione he grabbed his wand off the bedside table and pointed it at her. "Silencio," abruptly the giggling stopped, but he could still feel the bed shaking as though she was still giggling. Her morning cheerfulness was becoming annoying as she grabbed the blankets and pulled then all down to the foot of the bed, leaving him cold. He got out of bed and Hermione started jumping on it. Again. Her mouth was opening and closing as she soundlessly repeated some phrase or another. He muttered the counter spell to silencio and heard what she was saying.

"-Love Draco, I love Draco, I love-" She was cut off as he leapt to her and dragged her down onto the bed, kissing her passionately. When they broke apart she finished, "-Draco." Then she grinned up at him and jumped off the bed and ran around the circular room until she was out of breath (as you can see, Hermione is very energetic this morning). "Oh, Draco, did you know about the Prefects and Heads meeting today, in our common room, it's starting in an hour, I should start getting ready, hmmm, what to wear..." She was digging in her closet and finally found an outfit that she deemed suitable (by the way, it's Sunday) and shooed Draco out of the room. Draco sauntered up the stairs to his room where he got dressed slowly, thinking about Hermione and her odd actions this morning. She hadn't jumped on the bed for a while, and she rarely giggled half as much as she had this morning, and since when did she a) have that many clothes and b) care about what she wore. There was only one explanation that even remotely explained her moodiness, but he couldn't be sure, she could just happen to be obsessed with happiness today.

Draco went into the common room to wait for Hermione, who came down about five minutes later in tears. Draco jumped up from the couch, "What's wrong 'Mione?" He sat down on the couch, cradling her in his arms.

"I don't have any shoes that match this outfit, and now I have to change outfits, and I don't want to change outfits, but I don't have any shoes to match this one," She blubbered, starting to cry again.

"'Mione, you don't need to wear shoes, just put on a pair of socks, we're just going to be in the common room, we're not going anywhere that needs shoes," Hermione looked up at him with tearstained cheeks and he realized that she was getting mad at him, 'but why?' He wondered. He found out soon.

"I don't need shoes, I DON'T NEED SHOES! How can you say something like that! We will be walking around Hogwarts and you expect me not to wear SHOES! I am not going to be going around Hogwarts in just a pair of socks Draco...wait, what's your middle name? I don't know your middle name, how can I not know it?" Hermione wailed, starting to cry again (A/N I am having lots of fun writing this chapter. Hahaha).

"Oh dear," He muttered. Obviously she was being very moody because she was PMS-ing (Dun dun dun. Ahhhhhh, run away). "Look, 'Mione, I don't have a middle name, there isn't one for you to remember, okay? And let me go get Susan to help you with your...erm...fashion predicament, okay, so I'll be right back," (A/N Draco probably does have a middle name, but it is convenient for him not to have one in this story, okay?) Draco ran up Susan's stairs and banged on her door. Soon a disgruntled Susan opened it, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Before she could say anything Draco said, "'Mione is being very moody, she was crying about not having shoes that matched her outfit and then she yelled at me for saying that she didn't need shoes, and after that she was crying because she didn't know what my non-existent middle name is and now she is waiting in the common room for you to help her with her...er...clothing issue, please go help her," Draco pleaded, rubbing his temples. He could see that she was fighting down laughter and he fought down anger, then she nodded and ran to go help Hermione. God, even his mother wasn't this bad. Maybe he should go warn Harry and Ron to watch what they say around her, or he could let them suffer her wrath, but no, no one deserved to be in that kind of danger, especially from the smartest witch in their year. He rushed up to his room and scribbled a note for Harry and Ron, it may be safest to stay with Hermione, or would it be best to stay away? He just didn't know. He handed the note to his eagle and watched it fly away.

At breakfast he gave Harry and Ron a look that asked a question. They nodded simultaneously and Harry quickly asked Hermione if she wanted any pancakes. She turned to him and reached across Draco, suddenly sobbing onto Harry's shoulder. Harry stared at her in shock as she mumbled stuff that sounded like 'nicest thing anyone has ever said to me' and 'awww, you're always thinking of others, how sweet.' Finally she stopped crying and piled pancakes on her plate. Draco filled Little Dragon's plate, not wanting Hermione to blow up again.

"Hermione, could you please pass the pancakes?" Ron asked. Bad move.

"What, do you think I'm your servant, or something Ron, why should I pass you the pancakes when you have half a plate full of food. Think about the starving kids in Africa Ron, what would they say to know that you wasted half a plate of food. Wait, that's it, I'm going to go sponsor a hungry kid in Africa, they at least will appreciate the food that they are given," Hermione walked off in a huff, leaving three disgruntled guys guys behind (who by the way, were giving apologetic looks at Little Dragon who was following her).

"I only asked her to pass the pancakes," Ron muttered. Draco and Harry nodded.

A/N I won't do this much, so don't anyone get any ideas

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