Author's Note : OMG! I just love writing this!

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If it doesn't sound funny, it's actually funny if you were in the situation.

Finally… the trio simultaneously thought.

Five minutes have gone by and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all peacefully doing their homework. Fully consumed in their work (well, mostly Hermione), they subconsciously wondered why Draco wasn't bothering them.

"AHHHHHH!" Draco screamed behind Ron, who was in the middle. This loud scream made them all jump up and scream loudly in surprise. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all started yelling, but no sound came out of their mouths. Draco guessed that their screaming counted as one long word which must've equaled to three words to the timer…or maybe the timer just wanted them to shut up…Well, one of the two.

Draco started rolling on the floor as started to laugh silently; he was laughing so hard that no sound came out of his mouth, he was crying, and his stomach hurt so badly.

Yep, it was that funny seeing the looks in their faces.

"Merlin, you should have seen the looks on your faces!" Draco gasped out between laughs. Once he managed to calm down a bit, he look at the trio and found that they were all glaring dangerously at him.

Draco started laughing (loudly this time) again, finding their murderous looks simply hilarious for some reason.

Once he managed to properly breathe again, Draco found himself thinking of other ideas on how to bug them. Walking around the room, Draco only found two quills, a few pieces of parchment, an empty chest, a few candy wrappers, and other junk.

Draco found himself at the corner of the room and he found, what it looks to be, a bunch of broken sticks.

Draco look scandalized.

It was a broom! It was broken into several pieces, making it perfect for firewood. Though Draco only liked the best and most expensive brooms, it was still a broom and no broom should be treated that way. You might think he's crazy, but that's just Draco Malfoy.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

Draco went over to his chair and dragged it towards the middle of the room, placing a good distance between the trio and him.

Draco held up the stick (which was smooth on the sides and a tad sharp at the point) and started poking Harry.

"Poke. Poke. Poke," Draco said for every poke he poked. Harry looked up in irritation, but he decided to not let Draco bother him.

Draco didn't care whether or not it was affecting Harry: he was deeply amused.

Draco started poking Harry's scar (he stopped saying "poke" though).

I wonder how long it would take before he snaps. Draco thought.

1…2…3…4…5… Draco counted in his head.

By sixteen pokes, Harry looked up and made a grab for the stick. Draco withdrew it just in time just before the Boy-Who-is-Annoyed took it and broke it into a bunch of twigs. Harry made a move to stand up, but he was quickly pushed back down due to the fact that he was literally stuck to his chair. Harry dug his head in his arms, not wanting Draco to poke his scar anymore. Unaware of what he was doing, Harry fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione were both oblivious to what Draco he was doing; trying their best to ignore him.

Smirking, Draco decided to move onto his next victim…or victims.

Draco moved the stick and began "stroking" Hermione's hair with it. Just his luck, Ron put his hand up to ask her a question. Hermione looked at Ron (Draco put the stick upright so that she wouldn't see it) and slapped his hand away. Thinking of her words carefully, she said, "Stop." Hermione sighed and went back to her almost complete essay.

Draco laughed quietly (so that they wouldn't know it was him that did it) as Ron's mouth opened and closed like a fish. He obviously had no idea what was going on, which made Draco laugh even harder.

Draco moved the stick towards Hermione again, but this time he ran the smooth side against her bare arm. Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath (Draco, once again, put the stick upright). She slowly turned to her red-haired friend (whose left hand was hanging off of the chair) and flicked him in the ear. Yelping, Ron turned towards Hermione and said, "Hey! What was---?"

The timer was set to five minutes, which made Ron look completely stupid.

"Stop," Hermione said, clearly meaning it. Ron looked at her as if she had gone mad.

Draco laughed silently again. His shoulders were shaking with laughter uncontrollably.

Draco's shoulder-shaking caught Ron's eye and he finally realized why Hermione was getting mad at him. Ron glared heatedly at Draco, who was looking at Hermione.

Hermione turned around to get something in her backpack. Draco saw this opportunity to use the stick one last time. There was ink lying right next to her completed essay. Draco moved the stick right next to Hermione's ink bottle and knocked it. Ron was about to grab the ink bottle before Draco knocked it, but he was too late. Black ink was spread all over Hermione's completed essay. Hermione turned back around just to see her essay spilled with black ink and with the ink bottle in Ron's hands. Draco laughed as he saw her mouth open and close with wide eyes in disbelief. Shaking with rage, she looked at Ron and pointed at him.

"Ronald---" She began and started to say some things, but couldn't because she just said her third word, setting the timer back.

"But Malfoy he---" Ron pointed at Draco, but stopped talking since the timer set back to five minutes. Sighing heavily and mouthing curses, he closed his eyes and awaited his deserved punishment.

Draco laughed out loud (he put the stick back where he got it from) once he saw Hermione give Ron his well deserved (he didn't deserve it, but it was damn hilarious) slap.

Harry woke up from his sleep once he heard the slap.

"What happened? Did---" Harry began before started mouthing words.

They all simultaneously turned towards Draco, who was laughing loudly and gasping for air. Harry was confused, Ron was mad, and Hermione looked at Draco as if he were insane.

Getting back to their homework (while Hermione tried to rewrite her essay from memory, since she didn't have her wand to remove the ink), Draco's laughs subsided and he was, once again, bored.

Rolling them up into balls, Draco threw the candy wrappers at the trio while thinking of what he should do next.

Author's Note : Okay, there's one important thing in this whole chapter because it will be giving Draco the...uhm..."supplies," I guess you can call it that LOL

WannaBArtist - I'll use it! Haha that sounds brilliant. But, as you can see, not in this chapter, but I'll put it in the next chapter.

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