It was war Cold-blooded, all out, no mercy war. Hermione knew that was for sure as she tried helplessly for the millionth time in the last 3 hours to get rid of the very unbecoming boils on her face that were causing her to break out in song with a different Shirley Temple song every time a male Slytherin walked by her. Of course he was only retaliating from Hermiones well aimed spell that made Draco blush prettily and flutter his eyelashes whenever he was insulted. That was good. Hermione thought smugly, but that thought vanished quickly as another Slytherin was walking by and she broke out in song. "Animal crackers in my soup, monkeys and rabbits loop the loop!" AHHHH! Bloody bastard! What the hell is it with him and Shirley Temple anyway! Frickin' fruit pouf! Then the perfect idea came to her.

Draco was overall very pleased with himself as he waltzed down the hall to his common room. He had one-upped Hermione. I am sexy and smart! All the sudden he felt a disturbing chill crawl up his spine. Horror filled his mind as he brought a shaking and trembling hand to rest on his beloved hair. Oh shit! Fucking- "Hermione!" Several third year girls gasped in surprise and then broke out in fits of giggles. Draco's hair was a huge dome of golden ringlets and he was wearing a cute little Dutch girl dress…with wooden clogs. In obvious distress, Draco stormed to his dorm, his wooden clogs echoingly off the corridor walls maddeningly. But, not even that could drown out the insane laughter that was Hermione's. She called to him tauntingly, "Leaving so soon, Shirley baby!" Draco simply huffed. He would get back at Hermione. He'd show her, the school, nay the whole bloody world! But first…
Hermione knew it. She had won. She knew victory and held it in her grasps. She was heading across the 3rd floor. Victory was very sweet. She could almost smell it. Wait! She 'could' smell it. She paused.Does victory smell like… lavender? She looked at the door to the Room of Requirement. The smell seemed to be coming from there… She cracked the door open and saw….
Draco had decided to relieve a little stress by taking a bath in the Room of Requirement. He shifted his eyes suspiciously before bringing out his two sock puppets: Marie and Jacques.

Marie/Draco: "Jacques I love you so much. You are the cherry on top of my whipped cream of life!"

Jacques/Draco: " And you, fair maiden, are the crème of my coffee, the custard of my mustard, and the puss of my pimple."

Marie/Draco: "Oh numphkin!" flails about wildly

Jacques: "I love you and would do anything for you!"

Marie: sobs"Anything?"

Jacques: "Yes!"

Marie: "Then kiss me you handsome outlaw, and never ever leave me!"

At this point Hermione could hardly breathe with holding back laughter (and the overwhelming lavender stench) that she couldn't help but let out a small cough. Draco stood up and screeched loudly and very femininely.