Author's Note: Yeah okay I said that I wouldn't update the story. Okay so I lied. I need this story to help me not be so depressed. Enjoy..

Hermione woke up the next morning not at all inclined to sing. The pounding headache that she had woken up with was excruciating, however, she couldn't let Malfoy think that she was bluffing. She braced herself just before she walked into the bathroom for her all too happy in the morning front.

"Good Morning, Malfoy," she said with a smile that was all too perky. And instantly broke out into The Little Mermaid's "Part of Your World" as she had promised the morning before.

The sound coming from the Gryffindor's mouth was only to be described as nails on a chalk board. Draco couldn't take it. He tried to call the bluff, but obviously the girl was true to her word. He really didn't want to do what he was about to do in order to make her stop. After all the singing really was wretched. Now he understood why the Weasel laughed at him the day before. The girl had to be stopped.

The words were muffled slightly by the amount of toothpaste in her mouth, but it didn't hide the fact that her voice made a Banshee's voice one of beauty. As Hermione finished rinsing out her mouth of the toothpaste, Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him locking him in his arms so she couldn't escape. The look of pure horror on her face and the tense way she was standing was hard for him to endure. The last thing he wanted was to strike fear in her. Agonizingly slow he brushed his lips against hers and whispered in her ear, "This is the only time you will sing in the morning. I will take this further if it happens again. Are we clear?"

Hermione could only nod. The feeling of the boy's breath playing across her ear and the close proximity of his body was igniting every nerve ending in her body. She didn't know how to take what he had done.

For the first time that week it was a bewildered Gryffindor left in the bathroom wondering what in the hell had happened.

Draco smirked leaving the girl in the bathroom. It was not the way he had first imagined holding her in his arms would have been, but it had to be done. It was just shocking enough for her to quit her incessant annoyingness in the mornings.

It was a more at ease Draco Malfoy that sat down with Pansy and Blaise that morning.

"What do we owe to this, dare I say? Cheery bloke, that has replaced the evil Draco Malfoy," Pansy said helping herself to some bacon and eggs.

Draco made a face at her, "If I'm anything close to cheery this morning I dealt with Granger's morning behavior accordingly without getting her version of Crabbe and Goyle on me. Although if she continues it I don't see how it will be avoided."

"What are you talking about? You aren't really worried about Scar-head and Weasel, are you," Blaise said astonished.

"It's not those two I'm worried about. I don't want my title of Head Boy revoked because of that Mudblood. Pass the marmalade Pans."

Sure enough within five minutes of his own entrance a very frazzled looking Hermione Granger entered the Great Hall.

"Wow what was it that you did to her," Blaise observed, "I mean she hasn't looked like that since the O.W.L.'s. I mean the bushy sex hair look is in (amazingly) but I think that is pushing it."

"You're right Blaise. She's not looking right. Good job, Draco. I knew you had it in you. Shame on me for thinking that you could get the message across only by physically harming her. I should have known better," Pansy joined in on Blaise's commentary.

"I've got to be a good boy at least the first week of term with my title and all."

Over at the Gryffindor table Hermione sat down almost on top of Neville for not paying attention for what was going on in her head. The actions taken by the loathsome Malfoy was really above and beyond as far as she was concerned. A simple Silencio spell would have worked just fine without having to come anywhere close to coming into contact with one another. But then again it wouldn't have caused her to seriously doubt to ever sing in his presence again.

"Are you feeling alright, Hermione," Neville asked. Hermione just nodded and poured herself some orange juice. Her mind was running a mile a minute about the events of the morning.

"So did you sing this morning," Ron asked with a laugh.

"What? Oh, yeah I did."

"Well?" Ron obviously wanted details on how Malfoy reacted to the whole ordeal. However Hermione wasn't really feeling inclined to share.

Harry looking worried asked, "Are you sure you're alright, Mione?"

Hermione just put on a smile and lied, "I'm fine. I'm here aren't I? Malfoy didn't lay a hand on me. I told you I had one-upped him." She couldn't admit that he had pulled a move that she didn't even fathom that Malfoy was even capable of. There wasn't anything about how he put it that was very threatening after she had looked back at what he had done. But that couldn't be right. There was something guarded in how he held her that made her wonder about the boy.

"You sang and you came away with out so much as a scratch? That's not the Malfoy that we've known. What did he do?"

"He just walked away."

Harry looked at Hermione and didn't believe her at all but choose to let the subject lie for the moment. The bushy haired girl used all her focus on her breakfast. The thoughts and feelings that her roommate had stirred were almost too much for her to comprehend.

Ron's attention was up on the teacher's table. Harry looked at his friend then up to the object of his attention. The teacher's were all in an animated discussion about something. He smiled; the staff looked like they were getting a much needed break from the stress of Voldemort's uprising.

Severus scowled at his colleagues they were all taking up in Hooch's pool on the Head Boy and Girl. It disgusted him. Dumbledore had to be off his rocker to really believe that it would work out.