A/N: sorry for such a long wait. (if anyone was actually waiting for it) I just couldn't think of what to come next. But, I made it in the end, and here's the next chapter!

BTW: someone told me that it was hard to distinguish between thoughts and what they're actually saying so:

'.......' means they're thinking

"......." means they're saying something

Disclaimer: Draco, Hermione or any of the other not-as-important characters don't belong to me. And as always, if you haven't heard of them before, then they're most likely mine.

Chapter four: Breaking down doors

It was 10pm on Saturday, Hermione and Draco were sitting together, (well, not exactly I suppose. They were sitting at either ends of the common room, which and happened to be VERY long) in the common room doing homework. After a long and tiring argument, Hermione had somehow persuaded Draco to help with the plans for the ball.

"Malfoy?"

"What, Granger?" He asked me irritably. God, does he always have to be so… so… irritable?! Argh!

"I have an idea"

"Who said I wanted to hear it?" I sigh loudly to myself. Not that stupid little annoying smirk again! Pretending to ignore his little comment, I continue onwards as if he never opened his mouth.

"I was thinking, since we're not yet sure about the ball, I think we should start a survey around the school tomorrow." I look over at Malfoy, who was sitting lazily in one of the many cushioned sofas, and add.

"Do you agree?"

"Whatever," he drawled. That's good enough for me. Pathetic, I know.

"OK, but first, we'll need to put up posters to notify the students. We'll put them up outside the entrance of the Great Hall first thing tomorrow morning. They're bound to be seen there!" Without looking up from the parchment, I start drawing up a draft poster.

20 minutes later

"There!" I say cheerfully, all is set for tomorrow and we're ready to go.

"OK, Malfoy. I believe we're finished for toni…" Just then, I hear a snorting sound coming from the other end of the room.

I look towards Malfoy's direction.

"Oh, my God. Can you believe him?!" I scream at nobody in particular.

Just as I thought, looking up I found Malfoy, snoring and fast asleep on the couch.

'Damn him!' Annoyed, and VERY angry, I power walked (A/N: lol) over to him with the heaviest book I could find in my arms, smacked him across the face, and threw the book as hard as I could onto his stomach, enough to wake him up spluttering and swearing. Oh yeah, and a good punch just because I felt like it.

I'd nearly reached the staircase leading to my dormitory and hear Malfoy groan with pain, followed by a "Hey! What was that for?" incidentally, he almost, nearly, sounded innocent.

'Serves him right' I think while heading towards my bedroom for a well deserved night's rest.

"Pass me another piece of paper, Granger." Malfoy said groggily, obviously he still hadn't fully woken up yet. I had to break down his door and levitate him out of the door into the common room! And he was STILL asleep, so I had absolutely no choice but to throw a bucket of ice cold water over head.

I pass the last poster to him as I'm sticking mine onto the wall. I hadn't realised at the time, but I almost made a hole in the paper from pressing rotating my hand so hard. The flesh was already turning red!

A questions burns through my head: How can Malfoy annoy me so much? I mean, He's not even doing anything annoying at the moment!

'Ouch, my hand hurts!'

'Well, at least we made good time. I think we can still make it to breakfast on time.'

"Ok, Malfoy. Good job, you can run right off to your bimbo cronies now. I'm going to breakfast, meet me in out common room at 1 o'clock sharp."

With a smirk and a look of disgust, Malfoy turns around and makes his way into the Great Hall. I follow him inside and make my way over to the Gryffindor table, taking a seat next to Ginny.

"Hey, Ginny."

"Oh, hi Hermione," And quickly turns back into her conversation with Lavender. Feeling a bit taken back, I begin eating my breakfast, starting off with a nice, green apple.

"Hermione, pass me another scrambled egg please?" It was Ron, and as always, he was stuffing his face with food as if it was his last day on earth. (A/N: I really hate it how Ron stuffs his face, and its like, in every fic. But that's what he does right? )

I pass him the plate of eggs, but it interrupted by Harry.

"Hermione, what's that on your arm?" He questions.

'I almost forgot about that.'

"Oh, that. It's nothing…"