Author's Notes: There really isn't much to say on my part. I hope you enjoy the story. I want to thank all my reviewers because y'all rock! Love you. Oh and I'm a moron because this is really chapter four and not the one before this. I felt like the biggest retard for screwing up the chapter numbers. I guess I forgot how to count.

The real chapter 4: Breakfast

True to her word, Hermione Granger, entered the bathroom humming 'Under the Sea' from the Little Mermaid. Draco had just put his toothbrush in his mouth and had no choice but to deal with it.

"Don't you want," he asked spitting, "to stop that?"

Hermione's gaze met his in the mirror and replied to his question by only getting louder as she reached for her own toothbrush.

Draco sighed, "This is going to be long year."

Hermione finished her song as she spit into the sink one last time, "Remember, tomorrow I'll be singing."

Draco glared at the door that the Gryffindor disappeared though. Suddenly the door swung open again and Hermione's head peeked out from behind, "It'll be 'Part of Your World' tomorrow and the day after that I think will be ummmmm 'Something There' from Beauty and the Beast. Don't worry. There are enough Disney songs to last the entire year. Have a great day," and she was gone again.

Draco grimaced. He had to put a stop to the girl. But he couldn't go to Pansy and Blaise because they'd have a right good laugh and encourage the Slytherins to go above and beyond just humming in passing. No he definitely needed to deal with this on his own. Now just what would he do tomorrow morning? Would he be able to win whatever game that the girl had put into motion? Hermione wasn't one to back down, but this could very well be a bluff. Well there was only one way to find out.

Hermione sat in between Harry and Ron.

"Did you find out why the Slytherins were humming at you yesterday, 'Mione," Harry said passing her the plate full of bacon.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about yesterday."

"What does that have to do with it?" Ron said around a mouth full of food.

"Everything. Now, yesterday morning Malfoy and I were brushing our teeth together and he said as long as I didn't sing we'd be okay and no one would have to get hurt. Well I took what he said literally and started humming. He didn't tell me to shut up, so, I told him that humming was how officially allowed. Well, he told some of his friends about it and they spread the word. Apparently nobody in Slytherin would have gotten away with that if they did it. Anyhow, I informed him that if they don't stop humming then I'll be force to sing."

"You're mental, 'Mione," Ron said almost in awe.

Harry asked, "Do you expect that it'll stop today?"

"Of course not," Hermione laughed. "He is going to try and call my bluff. But little does the git realize that there is no bluff to call. He may think he's got an ace in the hole, but I, boys, have a Royal Flush."

"I don't know. I heard that he put some bloke in the hospital wing just for breathing to loudly last year."

"Ron, I am prepared for anything that Malfoy can think up. This is my last year here and I don't plan on letting Malfoy or anybody else ruin my time left at Hogwarts. Don't worry about it."

"Just be careful Hermione. This should be fun watching Malfoy suffer this year," Harry said smugly.

"Hey, I didn't say anything about making him suffer."

You have never had to endure your own voice," he shrugged.

"HARRY POTTER! That was just mean!"

"Well it's true," piped up Ron.

"I should make you two suffer," she said with a laugh.

Across the Great Hall Draco watched Hermione talk animatedly with her friends. He was fuming the golden trio where no doubt getting a hearty laugh at his expense. He shouldn't have opened his big mouth last night and said that potter and Weasley would have thought it was funny. He had to figure out something to stop her singing. Or else he couldn't be held responsible for the actions that would come from it.

He couldn't do anything about it. At least not openly. It would call too much attention to the fact that he wasn't acting like his normal self. And maybe someone would actually believe that he didn't hate the damned Gryffindor that he loved. What had caused this turn of events, he asked himself. Nothing good could possibly come from loving Hermione Granger. But here he was falling for her even harder. At least they weren't fighting over something that actually mattered. It was a way to test the waters, and see how the other would handle a comradeship. Draco didn't want to hope for friendship. That would just be too much of a leap to quickly. However, it didn't matter that she was the love of his life. He couldn't give up the fact that he hated mornings and thought everyone should hate mornings too.

"So did she hum again this morning," Blaise smirked.

"I have to find a way to make her stop. I really think that the Gryffindors are just a naturally cheery bunch. They should all be murdered. How can one put together the evil plan of the day with all that," Draco shuddered, "happiness going on?"

"It can't be that bad," Pansy said pouring Draco some orange juice.

"Okay, you deal with her in the morning."

"Was that an invite to your bed," Pansy gave a wink.

"You know it wasn't."

"Damn Draco, chill out. I don't want you anymore than you want me. Please! She can't possibly wake up everyday like that. She'll crack. She isn't made of the same stuff Slytherins are made of."

"Is that a slight at her parentage, Parkinson?"

"No it wasn't. It was to the fact that she's Gryffindor, but now that you mentioned it…"

"You don't want to finish that sentence."

"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Draco," Blaise asked.

"Yeah. I gotta go."

Draco left the Great Hall in a hurry. However, Pansy's comment about Hermione had caught him unprepared. But that didn't make sense. How many times have the three of them taken turns putting Hermione down over the years? There were just too many to count really. But he couldn't do it today, and he doubted if he'd be able to in the future. Why did he have to fall someone that would turn the very life he had ever known be turned upside down?

Well it's too late, Draco thought, the plan is already in motion. I have to see it through no matter the out come. But one thing was for sure, He couldn't abandon his identity as the prick of Slytherin yet. He had to keep up appearances. There was still too much that had to be done before he could full turn his back on his family and all that came with being a Malfoy