That went well, Draco decided as he climbed back into the bed and made himself comfortable.  Even though hunger still plagued him, he had started Hermione's day on an awful note, and therefore, his had begun on a beautiful one.  Nothing gave him greater pleasure than annoying the Golden Girl—excuse me, the Head Girl.  Draco snarled at nothing as he lay in bed, listening to the shower water run, planning his next way to irritate Granger.

The bed stunt had been a stroke of brilliance, if he did say so himself.  He had felt her moving around and caught on quickly to the idea she wanted nothing more than to get away from him.  So, of course, Draco had to do everything in his power to keep her with him.  This battle of wits and wills he had engaged her in—though she was quite unwilling—sang to him that It was the obvious cure to his boredom. 

Now, Draco just had to make sure Granger understood that.

Though, he admitted, she did a fine job playing along, however unintentional.  Did she always act like this around Potty and Weasel?  If so, perhaps that was the reason they kept her around.  She certainly wasn't much fun otherwise, what with all the studying she did.

The shower water stopped, but Draco was too comfortable to exit while he still had a few minutes of safety left.  He figured facing her wrath and elbows would be a heck of a lot more fun than facing the grandmother downstairs at the desk.

"Correctio Cincinnata!"  He heard from the bathroom.  Draco cocked his head, trying to figure out what she was trying to do. 

"Non torqueo!"

"Desino Cincinnus!"

"…Derigo?"

Draco heard a sound of disgust and something like objects hitting the floor.  Temper tantrum, Granger?  He yawned and waited for her to emerge.

A few minutes later, a very disgruntled and bushy-haired Hermione stalked out of the bathroom, glaring at everything but him.  Come to think of it, she wasn't even looking at him.  Draco studied her for another minute as she bustled around, still not looking at him, moving books here, putting clothes away there… clothes?

He looked down at himself.

Clothes.  He needed some clean clothes.  He had a pair of pants that he'd worn all of yesterday, not mention slept in, and a shirt that now looked more like another cat with the amount of fur on it.  He wrinkled his nose, wondering what Granger had in her suitcase.

A shudder ran through him at the thought of wearing her clothes.

"Granger," he said, enjoying the way she jumped at the sound of his voice.  "You wouldn't happen to have any men's clothes-" he stressed the "men's" "-on you, would you?"

The look she sent his way could only be described as scathing.  "Malfoy, I'm not a cross-dresser."

"But you practically live with two guys," he objected, then remembered he needed to be on her good side (at least until he got something clean to wear). "I mean," he hastily back-tracked, "you're best friends with them.  Surely you have something of theirs you kept over the summer."

He hit something.  Her eyes skittered away and looked anywhere but at him.

"Granger?" he prodded.

"They're Muggle clothes," she tried, "A purebred like you wouldn't like them."

"Granger," he growled leaning towards her and inwardly smirking at the way she backed away though he hadn't moved from the bed, "Unless you want me to walk around naked, I suggest you get me clothes now."

That did the trick.  She scuttled away and dug into a drawer and after a minute, threw a few things at him.

"They were Ron's gifts from America," she glared at him.  "Now I'll have to wash them before I give them to him."

From under the shirt that landed on his head, Draco innocently blinked at her.

But Hermione was not amused.  She had gone back to the old routine of avoiding his eyes and had starting organizing the many papers floating around.

Clothes in tow, Draco stood up and shuffled his way into the bathroom.  Even though the day had started well, he hadn't really wanted to get on Granger's bad side.  After all, she was his only entertainment for the upcoming week.

Bloody everything. 

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Hi, people!  trinity here.  Okay, so I did a double update today.  Why?  Cause I felt like it.  That and I'm going to be gone over the weekend, so I won't have time to update then… anyway. 

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