A/N: This is not how I usually write Hermione as a character. I've made her a little more crazy, a little more out-there, and, obviously, she has Hannah, not Ginny or any of the other Gryffindor girls.
Hermione blinked as she opened her eyes the next morning. She looked over at her window. Damn puffy white clouds and beautiful bright sun! She was a firmly believer that there could always be too much of a good thing, and the bright days they'd been having lately were just too much.
Hermione blinked once more, then dove under the pillow, grumbling all the while.
"Erm…" Came a voice from the other side of the room. Hermione glanced out from under her pillow, saw the figure leaning lazily against her wardrobe, and screamed. "It's just me!" The voice said, trying to stop the awful noise coming from her fairly lovely lips…
"Just you! Just you?" Hermione yelled a few times. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I brought coffee!" Malfoy responded, holding out a steaming mug. Hermione blinked at him a few times.
"Well then…" She reached for the mug, then drew back suspiciously.
He rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with it."
"Then why are you bringing me coffee? And sitting in my room staring at me when I wake up?" She peered at him, blinked a few more times, then thought about it. "Stalker!"
"What did we say about the pills, Granger?"
"OK, so you're not stalking me. What could it be, what could it be…?" She looked down and fiddled with her sheet, thinking hard. He rolled his eyes once more and shoved the mug into her hands, then flounced down on the chair beside her bed.
"I'm just trying to make this easier, Granger. You said you wanted me to stop being a prat yesterday, so I'm making a bloody effort." He shook his head, smirked, and then mumbled. "And what do I get? Bloody screaming! And accusations….Stalker my-"
"You listened to me yesterday?"
"Your voice is hard to ignore."
"Cheap shot."
"It's early," he replied with an easy shrug. She grinned, then blinked down into the steaming mug. "Thank you. But I still think you're a prat."
"I don't want to be stuck with you Granger! You're the one who signed those damn papers!"
"Well I didn't think I'd be magically bound to you for a week!"
"Granger, have you ever heard the expression 'Read the fucking fine print?'"
She blinked at him, then took a swig of coffee before replying. "I didn't think expressions used swear words. You know, like they have to be G rated or something?"
He stared at her, and she continued drinking. "Are you crazy!"
"Hmmmm…..Could you pass me the blue pills in the bathroom please?"
Malfoy stared at her for a few more seconds, then walked into her bathroom. A few seconds later, he tossed the pills onto her bed. "Right, Granger, what are they?"
"The pills?" She asked, looking surprised but managing to smirk at him at the same time.
"No, the small white tubes in your medicine cabinet. Yes, the pills!"
She glowered at him for a few seconds before taking two of the pills. "I need them."
"Are you addicted?"
"Are you asking me if I take drugs?" Hermione asked, clearly outraged.
"Well…." He looked thoughtful, then threw his hands up in the air and said "YES!"
"Well," Hermione replied looking and sounding exactly like Professor McGonagall. "I don't."
"So what's with the pills?"
"Actually," Harry said from the doorway, "I've been wondering that myself."
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Potter," Malfoy acknowledged with a nod of the head.
"Hermione," Harry said, giving his friend an odd look. Then a nod. "Malfoy."
"You're not going to ask if I'm molesting her?" Malfoy asked.
"I read the fine print," Harry replied with a lazy shrug.
Malfoy shot Hermione a look. "At least someone read the fine print."
Hermione rubbed her temples slowly. "Next time, then, I'll let you handle the paper work!"
"It would probably be for the best! Honestly, for someone who's supposed to be so organized-"
"I was in a rush!"
"Are you sure you weren't high?" He challenged, and Hermione threw her mug at him.
Harry looked at them in amazement. "Do you realize how much you sound like an old married couple?" The two people in question shared a look and Harry continued. "I mean, except fort hat last bit."
"Well I've seen couples throw things at each other," Hermione replied, as if it were perfectly normal conversation.
"Yeah, so have I," Malfoy agreed. "Even pots and pans."
"Not in your house?"
"Well no…"
"I meant the bit about being high!" Harry broke in, once again thoroughly shocked. "And I don't even want to know why he threw that in."
"It had something to do with last night, actually," Malfoy replied in a very suggestive voice.
"If I had something else right now, I would throw it at you," Hermione replied scowling at him, and Harry left the room shaking his head and grinning.