A/N: Don't sue me, I don't own Harry Potter, but I have brought Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, has anyone else? By the way, I love dream catchers, does anybody else?

For a week they avoided each other, when one of them was in a room that the other had just walked into, they left it, they didn't talk to each other, not even to wind the other one up. Harry and Ron, after finding out that Draco hadn't hurt Hermione, before or after she had placed the spell on him, had given Hermione a pat on the back and congratulated her, hmm, she wasn't sure how she felt about that. But it was Saturday night, Hermione had no homework to do, and was lying on her bed, trying not to think of one certain small blond boy being bullied by his father. She tried to think of all the horrid names he had called her and all the things he had done to them, but – How can I blame him for all these things when this is all he has ever known? He's been brought up to be a permanent pain in the backside. She thought about her own family, and felt a stab of home-sickness, she missed them so much sometimes.

She was getting one major headache from all this thinking, so she decided to relax, I'm going to take a very long time to wash my hair, and then I'm going to put one of my CD's in, and turn the volume up to the max.

Draco lay on his bed thinking, Dumbledorre may have vanished the thought sharing, but he could still tell what she was thinking, and right now she was as confused as he was, so, Little Miss Perfect has her own troubles and fears as well, this doesn't change a thing he vowed.

He fell asleep, but half an hour later he was woken up, what the hell? Hermione, and this annoying whirring noise coming from her room had waked him up, What in Merlin's name is she doing? He had just managed to unsuccessfully try to ignore the noise when a few seconds later music, played full blast, was thudding through his ears. Can she not hear the music? Or is she just playing it to annoy me?

He banged on the wall and screamed,

"Will you shut the hell up!"

He might as well have politely whispered, "Please darling turn your music done," for all the good it did him.

He got out his bed, and walked out of his rooms and stood in front of her's, What is she doing in there? Was that bedsprings squeaking he could hear?

He opened the door, her room was similar in layout to his, but rather than the cold, bleak room that he inhabited her's was a soft, warm yellow, she had a number of strange looking things in there, grey boxes and totally bizarre looking things that looked like circular spiders webs, then he turned around and looked at the bed, his mouth literally dropped to the floor.

Hermione stood on the bed dressed in baggy flannel pyjamas with soaking wet hair, she was holding some strange machine thing that was making 50 of the noise. Not only that, but she was jumping up and down on her bed in a crazy way to the music that she had on to the max, some sad girl screeching on about this sad skater boy who fancied this chick with a pretty face, how sad, why was THE BOY chasing after this girl?

She stopped as soon as she saw him, but the bed had other ideas and did one last, very loud BOING. She saw his face and burst out laughing. How dare she laugh at me, why, I'm not the one that's jumping up and down on her bed listening to music about one loser skater boy, I'm not the one creating a racket.

But he couldn't keep a poker face for too long; soon he burst out laughing as well,

"You looked like you'd just seen Crabbe and Goyle dance naked in front of you!" She said, bringing on another bout of hysterical laughing. Once she'd calmed down she asked him, "What do you want Malfoy?"

"To find out what the racket I could hear so loudly in my room is, now that I've discovered what's making the noise, I now have to discover what exactly it is."

"It's a hairdryer, and yes, it's a muggle object, so if you don't want to be contaminated I suggest you move a little further away. I asked the Headmaster if I could bring some of my things from home with me, so he let me, come a little closer and I'll show you what it does, that is, if you're not too scared of it."

"Me scared, how much damage could a muggle thing do?"

"You'll be surprised how much damage muggle things can to in the wrong hands." She said sending him an evil and threatening look that he ignored, after all, how much damage can a hairdryer do?

He came a little closer to her and sent a hot blast of air right on top of his head, which not only messed up his carefully groomed hair, but he was totally unprepared for it and went around her room yelping.

"That thing's damaged my head, it's burnt me and oh my God, it's completely messed up my hair."

She watched in amusement as he stood moaning in front of her mirror for five minutes, "Well, I did tell you that in the wrong hands muggle things can be very dangerous and life-threatening."

"Why don't you just use a drying spell?"

"Because it makes my hair go mad, I end up looking like medusa."

He walked around her room, "What are these things?" He said pointing to her television set and CD player,

"Well that one plays my music that's on these discs," she said holding up her Anastasia CD, "And that one shows moving pictures and films on the screen." She said pointing to her TV.

"What do these things do?" He said gesturing to the circular spider's web things, "What are they meant to do, kill and trap spiders?"

She giggled, since when have I giggled, what's happening with me? "No, they are a Native American tradition, they're meant to trap bad dreams in the web, and let good dreams pass through the feathers, hopefully I won't be getting bad dreams for a long while." She said waving vaguely to twenty dream catchers arranged round her bed.

H e went quiet, sat on her bed, and picked up her book on the bedside table,

"What are you reading? 'The taming of the Shrew?'" He raised his eyebrows and flicked through the bed.

"Put it down and get off my bed!"

He ignored her and continued to flick through it,

"'How do I love thee, let me count the ways?'" He said disbelievingly,

"Yeah, only it'd be 'how do I loathe thee let me count the ways' if it was about us." She said with a grin, "Now. GET. OFF. MY. BED. Immediately."

He ignored her again and her eyes burned with an amber fire, she climbed on next to him and with a hard shove, pushed him off her bed. He landed on the floor with a giant bang.

"You will seriously pay for that. You have harmed my sacred body."

She snorted and he chucked a pillow at her.

"How dare you, this is my room."

"How dare you snort at me, besides, how unladylike."

They fought, shrieking their heads off, pushing and pulling each other off the bed for half an hour, chucking pillows, Hermione's soft toys and various other things at each other, Draco did consider throwing her books at her, but the look on her face when he picked up made him realised that if he had chucked them he would not have made it out her room alive, he threw a chair at her instead.

She had just succeeded in getting him off the bed for the thirteenth time, and was standing on the bed above him laughing at the scowl on his face when there was a knock at the door. She reacted with lightening speed, and sat on him, covering his mouth with her hands.

"Miss Granger, are you alright?"

"Professor MacGonagall? Erm… did you want something?"

"No, I was walking by your room, when I heard some… strange… shrieking coming from it, I thought something was amiss."

"No… I'm fine… is there anything you wanted?"

"No, I'm fine Miss Granger." She waited until she could no longer hear the professor's footsteps as she walked along the corridor and leapt off him, she waited until he had gotten up of the floor, grabbed his ear and pulled him out of her room.

"Now, stay out!" But she ruined the stern effect by grinning at him; she then slammed the door on him and began to put her room back into the order it had been in half an hour before he'd walked into it. Shame I can't do the same thing to my life.

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