Helloooooo DH fanatics! Here is the cotton candy fic I've been telling u about for a while. I really hope u enjoy it! Er... by the way, People keep telling me about a Lilly/James fic where the two are stuck in a bathroom. Could someone give me the title? I wanna read it. It sounds funny.

Chapter 4:      ï€ FIGHT!!

"Oh, relax, Hermione." Draco laughed. "I was just kidding!" Hermione stiffened. She gawked at him as if he were Voldermort himself (A/N: I can't say things like he had two heads because someone could easily do that with a jynx). "What?" Draco asked, puzzled. He arched an eyebrow at the witch, who was still stiff as a board.

"You..." Hermione started, not losing her posture. "You... called me 'Hermione'."

Draco immediately covered his mouth. "I... I did?" Draco asked from between his fingers. Hermione glared. She could see the smirk from behind his fingers, not to mention the tone of voice had sarcasm written all over it.

"Malfoy..." Hermione said through gritted teeth. "Call me by my first name again-"

"And what?!" Draco asked. "Bore me to death with books and homework?" Hermione glared, daring him to pick on her some more. "No... you'll torture me with your dirty little mudblood hands-" Draco was stopped by a sharp pain to the face. Hermione -once again- had punched him in the face. "Dammit, Hermione... where'd you learn how to do such a powerful right hook?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, surprised that he knew the names of punches from the muggle world. She opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped when a familiar pressure on her sides made her buckle over in laughter.

"Quit... hehehe... do-hehe-doing... that! HAHAHAHA!!!!" She fought back tears of laughter as he continued to tickle her. Hermione looked up to see a real, genuine smile on Draco's face. His eyes were filled with... something she never expected... HAPPINESS!!! Once he realized that she was staring at him, Draco stopped tickling her.

"What?" He asked, giving Hermione a puzzled look. The Gryffindor immediately started to blush, realizing the position they were in. Hermione was lying on the ground, curled up after being tickled half to death with Draco kneeling over her, hands on her sides. Their faces were inches apart.

"Er... Draco... you look... happy." Hermione muttered, avoiding the subject of their awkward position.

"So?" He asked, not looking surprised. "Did you think I was a dark and miserable person?" Hermione didn't answer. "Well, sure... I have a horrible life, but even I try to stay happy."

"So you can laugh like a normal human being?" Hermione asked. Draco scowled. "I mean, you don't laugh wickedly all the time?" Draco 's eyes softened slightly as he nodded in reply. "Oh... so you would laugh if I tickled you?"

"Maybe." Draco replied. His eyes widened after realizing what he had said, but before he could stop her, Hermione started to tickle his sides. Draco burst out in laughter, trying to stop Hermione. He finally fell over, landing beside her. Still laughing, Draco pushed himself away from Hermione.

"Well, well, well... Draco. Of all people, I didn't expect you to be ticklish!" Draco didn't reply. They had found each other's weaknesses... not a good sign when you're trapped in a room together until you get along.

"Hey, Granger... do you think that the door might unlock for us now?" Draco asked.

"It's worth a shot." Hermione replied.

The two students sped eagerly for the door. Draco, who was slightly taller than Hermione, cut into the lead. Hermione, however, managed to run past him. The two were racing neck-to-neck, trying to be the first one to open the door. The door was only a few meters away... the race was close... the two wizards reached their hands out simultaneously. Unfortunately -for Draco lovers at least- Hermione managed to get a hold of the knob a second before Draco did. If you aren't sure what has happened, I will explain. The two are now holding hands. Hermione and Draco blushed and immediately removed their hands from the knob.

"Er... I'll try." Hermione mumbled, reaching for the doorknob once again. "Oh, god..." Hermione moaned.

"What?" Draco asked, slightly worried. "You're not telling me that we're still stuck in here!" Hermione turned slowly and nodded. "AUGHH!!"

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled, pulling Draco 's shaggy blonde hair.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow..." Draco muttered as Hermione pulled him away from the door. "Ow! Stop it, Granger! That hurts!" He let out a sigh of relief when the witch released his hair.

"I'm going to bed." Hermione muttered before leaving the room. Draco nodded in reply. After hearing the door close, Draco flopped down onto the couch.

"Stupid Granger." He muttered, staring at the wall. 'She drives me insane! How can I possibly survive with her around?!' Draco thought back to the balcony... and the tickle fight... Why didn't he just use his wand? Something was definitely wrong with him. They had only been around for a day or so and they had found out so much about each other. Hermione had learned that he wasn't always evil and Draco learned that Hermione could really punch. Draco touched the cheek where Hermione had punched him... twice and winced. "I'll get her back for that..." He growled to himself. 'I thought girls were supposed to slap guys, not punch them!' Draco let out a sigh before standing up and heading for the kitchen.

Hermione threw herself onto her bed and let out a sigh. "It hasn't even been twelve hours yet and so much has happened..." She said to herself quietly. Hermione was now wearing light blue pajamas with little gold stars here and there. Her tank top also had a little kitty on the front.

'I'm so glad that my parents bought these for me.' She thought happily to herself, hugging one of the throw pillows. "I love throw pillows..."

"You're telling me." Hermione turned around to see Draco at the doorway with a sandwich in his hand. The Gryffindor blushed and looked down.

"I... er... you heard?" Draco nodded. Hermione mentally hit herself for saying that out loud. Malfoy didn't need to eavesdrop... even though they were the only two in the room.

"Hey, Granger. What's with the PJ's?" Draco asked, Raising an eyebrow.

"They're from my parents." She replied quietly.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Really? Muggles have strange clothes."

"They're not strange!" Hermione said hotly. "Non-magical folk just don't wear robes like your family!"

Draco took a bite of his sandwich. "So? They're still weird." He mumbled.

"No they're not!"

"Yes they are."

"No they aren't!"

"Yes they are."

And so the fight continued like this for a few minutes until Hermione took one of her crimson throw pillows and threw it at Draco. The Slytherin put down his sandwich and gave Hermione a look.

"Oh... so that's how you want it?" He asked with an evil grin on his face. Hermione readied her ammo with a smirk.

"Bring it on." She replied coolly.

Draco bent down and picked up the pillow Hermione had thrown at him and stationed himself on his bed. "You're going down!"

"I'd like to see you try!"

Draco was the first to strike. He threw Hermione's pillow at the Gryffindor, who immediately dodged it.

"Is that the best you can do?" Hermione asked with an evil grin.

"You wish!" Draco said, throwing another pillow. This time Hermione was hit.

"Augh! Draco!" Hermione fell back onto her bed, but not before grabbing another pillow and throwing it at the Slytherin. Surprisingly Hermione hit him. Several pillows were thrown back and forth until they were scattered across the room.

"I'm out of pillows!" Hermione giggled.

"Same here! I'm going in!" Draco jumped off his bed and tackled Hermione. His hands were placed firmly on her shoulders as he sat on top of her.

"I have two things to tell you." Draco said smirking. "The first... I told you I'd beat you."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "And the second?"

"The second..." Draco leaned down so that their noses were just barely touching. "You look really cute in those PJ 's." He whispered. Hermione blushed as Draco pushed himself off of her. Hermione looked over at the blonde haired boy.

"I have a question for you." Draco turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?"

"Very funny." Draco said rolling his eyes. "I'm going to bed now."

"Okay." Hermione watched as the Slytherin climbed off the bed and into his own. Hermione lay awake for a while, thinking about what just happened. 'Did Draco mean what he said? No... he's teasing me.' Little did she know that Draco fell asleep with another genuine smile on his face.

Was it good? Was it full of cotton candy? Do you think I'll start something with that? Should I shut up now? Yes... looks down smugly well... er... ahem I'm working on the fifth chappy as fast as I can, but I'm a little preoccupied making a sequal for 'Hey Yasha' If you like Inuyasha, go check it out! It's funny.