A/N: Sorry I haven't updated yet. I just started my senior year of high school. I have 3 APs so my free time is like nada. So here you go. Chapter three. The remainder of the first day back in classes. Hope it's okay. (My apologies for it being so short.)

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Obviously, Draco had quite forgotten his mishap with the teensy Creevy earlier, and while once again not paying attention to his surroundings, slammed directly into someone. When he aspirated some bushy hair, he came to realize it was Granger.

"Oh Hermione," he said, righting her footing and placing his hand on her shoulder. "I do apologize." He smiled at her then walked off whistling.

Harry stood, mouth agape, watching the retreating form of Malfoy disappear into the crowd. "What the bloody hell is up with Malfoy?"

"I'll kick his albino ass!" Ron yelled. He rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward but Hermione placed her hand on his chest.

"Are you seriously going to kick his ass because he kept your girlfriend from falling?" She glance into his eyes.

"God I love it when you call yourself my girlfriend." Ron's eyes lit in a mischievous way and he grabbed her hand dragging her down the hall toward Gryffindor tower. Harry shuddered. Ron and Hermione were creepy.

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Draco trotted merrily to Transfiguration. He didn't pay much attention though. After his fifth failed attempt at changing his guinea pig into a pin cushion, McGonnagal came and slapped a stick on his desk.

"Mr. Malfoy, I must ask you, why are you so out of it?" She pursed her lips together.

"Oh," Draco replied. "I'm sorry, professor. It's just...you see...I...umm...I have...gonorrhea!" He opened his eyes wide to add emphasis to this last comment.

McGonnagal took a step back and surveyed him with a concerned look. "I'm not sure what disease this is of which you speak, but you do look rather pale, perhaps you should go to Madame Pomphrey."

"I know I'm pale!" he snapped. "But does everyone have to rub it in?" He gathered up his books and walked out the door. But Draco didn't go to Madame Pomphrey. He just went back to his dungeon dormitory and lie on his bed. After a short while he fell into restless slumber.

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A sharp tap on his door brought him to his senses. It was late now. He glanced at the enchanted window on his wall. It was alight with stars and the moon was bright. It was truly a beautiful night tonight. The tap sounded again and he groaned.

"Don't get your bullocks in a twist, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he replied grumpily. He rubbed his eyes with both hands and shook his head in an attempt to gain consciousness. Slowly, he slumped over to the door and creaked it open. He looked around and saw no one. His brow creased in concern and he was about to close the door when he heard a noise from below. There upon his doormat was a small owl. He reached down and it fluttered to his arm. He took the little parcel from it and sent it on it's way.

"I really have no idea how that thing got down here," he said to no one as he watched the owl fly away. His confusion mounting, he turned his attention to the little box in his hands. He pulled off the brown paper to reveal a piece of parchment and a little box. The parchment was sealed to the top of the box, so he unfolded it to show a message in a very bubbly handwriting.

'Dear Draco,' it stated. 'I do hope you were sleeping well though I'm afraid we have a bit of an issue. Please report to my office as soon as you can.

-Albus Dumbledore

PS: Subway's foot-long oven roasted chicken on wheat with provalone is delicious.' Draco stared blankly at the note.

"What the fuck is that old wanker talking about?" Draco opened the box to find what appeared to be a very, very large rodent tooth. He shook his head and after closing the box, headed up to Dumbledore's office.

He reached the statue and stared at it. He paused before attempting to open it. "Subway foot-long oven roasted chicken on wheat with provalone," he tried. The statue jumped aside, and Draco just looked disturbed and ascended the spiral stair. He knocked quietly on the door and then pushed it open.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk eating what looked like a Subway foot-long oven roasted chicken on wheat with provalone. Draco, disguising his grimace, inclined his head. "Professor."

"Draco," Dumbledore said through a mouth of sandwich. "So nice of you to join me, have a seat?"

Draco made his way to the chair before the headmaster's desk and sat. "You wanted to see me, Professor?"

Dumbledore looked at him in surprise. "Goodness, Draco. You frightened me. When did you arrive? Please, do have a seat."

Draco, shocked and unable to do anything else, stood then sat again.

"Yes," Dumbledore started out. "I did want to see you. It seems a hamster that you had given a..." he glanced down at a paper on his desk, "Ms. Weasley, has become huge and must be destroyed." He smiled at Draco with a twinkle in his eye.

"Umm...," Draco was utterly lost. "K?"

Dumbledore was still smiling. It had been over a minute since he blinked last.

"Well...what should I do? I honestly have never given Ginny a hamster. So I actually have no idea what you are talking about."

Dumbledore smiled.

"Did you hear me?" Draco waved his hand before Dumbledore's face. "I said I have no idea what you are talking about."

Dumbledore smiled. He was looking straight through Draco. Draco was really creeped out so he stood and started to back toward the door. Dumbledore was still smiling where he had been sitting, so Draco peaced out in the direction of the door and flung it open and jumped the first few steps. In his haste, he tripped and tumbled all the way down the staircase and landed on the floor beside his bed.

He sat, blinking ineffectually in the darkness, tangled in bed sheets, and confused beyond all hell. Slowly, he climbed back onto his four poster and looked around the room suspiciously. He was going to have to have a word with those house elves. They must have slipped something in his coffee that morning.

"Stupid gonorrhea," he mumbled.

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A/N: Was it okay? Please review. I'm sorry it was short and weird and made no sense. It's still Monday. The next chapter is about the meeting in the astronomy tower so keep reading and I'll make it good. Love ya!