A/N: Sorry about the wait, faithful readers. Senior year provides me with little time. Most of which I spend with my beloved boyfriend. So I hope this is worth waiting for. And just because you're such a great audience I'm going to start writing Chapter 5 right now. Loves and hugs. Enjoy.

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Draco spent the rest of the night in a fitful slumber. Tossing and turning. Mumbling the words "Subway foot-long oven roasted chicken on wheat with provalone" over and over. Sweating.

Abruptly he sat up.

"Ahh! Mr. Bojangles!" he screamed.

"Oh piss off, Draco," a groggy Blaise mumbled.

Draco nodded and dropped his legs over the edge of the bed. He rubbed his eyes with closed fists.

"Gotta wake up," he mumbled to himself. "Gotta get dressed. Gotta make this a fantastic..." Draco sat straight up with wide eyes. "Holy shit! It's Tuesday! Thank Merlin, it's Tuesday!"

Draco ran over and shook Blaise. "Blaise! My dear friend! How can you sleep? It's freaking Tuesday!"

Blaise took two swings at Draco. The first missed. The second...well Blaise fell asleep mid-swing. Amazingly enough, he remained so. For the noise that accompanied Draco's jovial dressing was of phenomenal proportions.

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Draco's merry mood could not be measure by means we as humans possess. He sat at his house table in the Great Hall; coffee in hand, grin on face, and tie on backwards. But he was oblivious to such a flagrant fashion faux pas. And by Merlin, was he feeling jolly. He looked up at the clock on the wall to his left.

"Five A.M.," he said. "Sweet ass! Only 18 hours to go."

Just then, a very sleepy Blaise followed by semi-conscious Crabbe and Goyle, fell through the doorway into a pile. Blaise, who had the misfortune of being on the bottom, grasped a bench and used it to drag himself over to his seat across from Draco.

"Blaise, my friend," Draco grinned, "to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you out and about before daybreak on what is destined to be a beautiful day?"

Blaise unceremoniously raised an arm, and with a flip of the wrist, gestured to a window. As Draco looked over, a new torrent of rain slammed against the window panes and a flash of lightning illuminated the pile of cronies by the door. A huge bang of thunder shook the room and a painting of a sleeping witch fell from the wall only to be followed by screams of its inhabitant Draco nodded and tried again.

"Blaise, my friend," Draco grinned, "to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you out and about before daybreak on a delightfully moist day destined to be a treat to the senses with its flashes of light and sonic delights?"

"Couldn't sleep," Blaise replied as Crabbe and Goyle slumped into their seats. Draco directed a smile toward Crabbe, who responded with a cry and erupted with sobs as he hid his face in Goyle's shoulder. "And it's all thanks to you," Blaise continued, ignoring the growing chaos.

"Don't thank me, dear Blaise," Draco beamed.

"Who is she?" Blaise massaged his temples.

"What?"

"There has to be a girl," Blaise grumbled. "You're smiling. Look what you've done to Crabbe."

Draco turned his grin covered face once again toward Crabbe. Crabbe couldn't handle this, especially this early in the morning, and with a squeak, he fainted.

"Well," Draco responded, "shows how much you know. Cause for your information, a girl isn't the only thing that can make me smile. Could be any number of things. What makes you think it's a girl?"

"You called me 'dear Blaise' in a serious voice."

"True enough."

"So who is she?"

"She is a spunky little tart who I am meeting later but that's all you get to know."

"Haha," Blaise chuckled. "You said 'tar-'" but Blaise fell face first to the table top in a much needed slumber. A cat nap, if you will.

Draco took a sip of his coffee and smiled at Goyle.

"Ugh!" Goyle shook his hands as if he'd touched something tainted. "Sick!"

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A/N: Like ohmigod you have to totally tell me how it was! Ok well instead of writing you guys a lengthly note I shall write chapter 5 for you. :Princess wave::vanishes: