Malfoy woke up on the third day of his binding to Hermione with a headache. He'd been up late the night before pondering what PEZ could be, and though I'm sure many of you know, I'd prefer it if you wouldn't tell him.

So he'd resolved that on that day he was going to find out what PEZ were. Because whatever they were, they were her little blue pills that she tended to take when she was stressed. PEZ little blue pills stress reliever blackmail information.

Because if she was really hooked on whatever these PEZ were, whether it was a drug or something else he couldn't even think of, he needed to know. He was a Slytherin, after all. And though the truce he'd sort-of called with her was genuine, it didn't stop him from doing some dastardly things whilst he was spending time with her.

Dastardly….He liked that word.

"Hermione," Harry called to his friend for something like the millionth time in this story.

"Yes?" She turned to him, looking just as tired as Draco, though neither of them knew it, and feeling just how she looked. She braced herself for a barrage of hopeless questions.

Honestly, even her thoughts were horrendously intellectual sounding.

"Aren't PEZ those little candies that pop out of the heads of small contraptions? With the heads fashioned after cartoon animals and pop icons in America?"

"Yes."

"And those are the little blue pills everyone has been wondering about for the past few days?"

"Yes." Hermione looked puzzled. "Everyone?"

"Well, when I'm not fending off Seamus," he quickly glanced over his shoulder, though he was smiling, "I wonder, and Malfoy has been driving himself absolutely mad thinking about it-"

"I heard my name!" Malfoy said from down the Gryffindor table.

"Shut up!" Hermione called back, before turning to Harry. "Continue."

"And Hannah has been a little worried as well."

"Hannah!" Hermione exclaimed.

"What?" Harry asked, puzzled at her exuberant outburst.

Then Hermione muttered something that sounded like "Hannah….Boy…Bid…Jackass…Snogging, I think," before running off to find her friend.

Harry looked at her, and then watched as Malfoy was quickly dragged after her, mouth full of potatoes, screaming curses. Harry's own potatoes shot out of his mouth as he tried to control his laughter.

"Hannah!"

"Hermione!"

"Look, we've got an awful lot of catching up to do," Hermione said, sounding like a tired middle-aged woman who hadn't seen her friend in months.

Hannah looked over at her strangely. "It's been two days. Tops."

"Yes, well, erm…"

"Anyways, anything in particular you want to know?"

Hermione perked up a little. "Have you made that awful boy's life a living hell yet?"

Hannah coloured considerably. "Actually…"

"You've been snogging with him in closets haven't you? Even though he's snogging at least five other girls in closets as well."

"Yes," Hannah replied with a defeated sigh.

"You've got to put your foot down!"

"Right…."

"Stand up to him!"

"Right!"

"Good! I've empowered you, and now I have to go box Malfoy over the ears for eavesdropping," Hermione declared before stalking off to find the Slytherin boy who was lurking around the corner.

"I've got to go to the library," Malfoy declared, rubbing his red ears.

"What for, exactly?" Hermione asked, clearly irritated simply by his existence.

"Stuff," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Well then," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, it's not like it's really a problem! You practically live in there as it is!" He exploded, waiting in apprehension for her reaction.

She shrugged. "All right. I have been meaning to look for the new edition of a book entitled-"

"I don't care!" She glared at him, and he quickly continued. "I mean," he stuttered, "I just have other stuff on my mind." Like those damn PEZ!

After they'd been in the library for over an hour, Malfoy was getting frustrated. He'd soon come to the conclusion that PEZ was something muggle, whether a drug or a medicine, and therefore he was having little luck finding it in any of the books. He'd assumed, however, that there would have had to have been some mention of PEZ somewhere, but he had, clearly, been incorrect.

He stomped up and began to walk over to where Pince (as he so fondly referred to her,) was seated at her desk. He completely forgot that he was attached to Hermione until he heard her fall out of her chair and look at him in frustration. To which, of course, he only smirked and turned back to the librarian.

"Have you ever," he began, dropping his voice to a whisper, "Heard of something called PEZ?"

Pince peered down her nose at him in a very condescending way. "If you can't find it out there, then it isn't," she replied slowly, waving out at the rows of shelves.

"Isn't what?" He asked in frustration, glancing furtively back at the girl behind him.

"Just isn't."

"Isn't in existence?"

She nodded slowly, then turned back to the large book she'd been peering at for as long as Malfoy could remember.

"Well thank you very much," he muttered in a voice that sounded anything but thankful, turning back to Hermione and dragging her out of the library.

"What," he started, glaring at Hermione, who looked at him as if he were completely mad, "Are those little blue pills?"

Hermione looked at him, completely straight-faced. "Spicy PEZ I eat sometimes," she replied before tearing a way from his grip and walking away. He, of course, had to follow.

He'd come to the conclusion that the little blue pills had something to do with the Order, which he and his father had had many long discussions about, since "spicy PEZ I eat sometimes", when you took the first letters, spelt S.P.I.E.S. Therefore, Hermione was plotting something truly evil (or truly good, depending on how you look at it,) and the little blue pills played a great part.

"I want to try one," he said, looking over at the bushy-haired girl who he was sharing a room with for the week.

"Try one what?" Hermione asked, once again sounded annoyed just because he was there.

"Of the pills."

Hermione looked momentarily surprised before going into the bathroom and returning with a small package. "Here," she said, tossing a few of the tablets at him.

He looked them over for a good while, giving Hermione many opportunities to roll her eyes at him, and then popped them in his mouth. She watched him carefully.

"These are sweet!" He exclaimed finally.

Hermione rolled her eyes again. "They're a muggle candy. I eat sugar when I'm stressed, and they're the easiest to carry around with me."

He stared at her in shock. "You mean I've been pondering about this all day and night, for a candy? Thinking of various plots you may have come up with because of SPIES and it's just some little contraption of water and sugar?"

"You were pondering, were you?"

"Just like you to pick up on the small things," he muttered, and she laughed.

"You're funny."

"You're funny looking."

"That hurts, really. Yank my heart out, why don't you."

"Why Granger, I didn't know you cared."

"I don't."

He reflected on that silently for a few seconds before saying "Can I have another PEZ?"

A/N: Hey Riles, thanks for the long, detailed reviews. The Spicy PEZ I Eat Sometimes is something my friend thought up when she was doodling. And then my other friend told me I should integrate it into this fic. And it's funny, since neither of them like the Draco/Hermione pairing at all….

Please, if you review, could you tell me your favourite lines?