A/N: Hey guys! I started writing at 4:00 pm, it's now 10:31 pm. I just wanted to get the story up here for you all, as it has been a while since I updated, I think?

Disclaimer: My day was fine, I don't own Harry Potter, and could you pass the gravy?

Chapter Four: You Break It You Fix It, Rules For That Matter

Peck, Peck, Peck

Draco groaned as he felt something peck at his face.

Peck, Peck, Peck

"Go Away!" Draco said, groggily. He turned to his side, away from the source that was pecking at him.

He heard the sound of wings, and then he felt something slightly heavy land on his arm and the pecking continued. Draco eventually gave in and turned on his back, looking over at the guilty culprit, a big 'Barn Owl', who had hopped off Draco's shoulder and on his green satin sheets.

Draco looked over at his clock on the nightstand; it read 6:47am. Draco groaned again, he had wanted to sleep in late today, seeing as it was Saturday and he didn't have to start his classes until Monday, guess that wasn't going to happen.

He glared over at the owl, "You couldn't have waited until I woke up?"

The owl lifted a large sharp claw, and kicked Draco, hard.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" He yelled, clutching his side in pain, "stupid bird…." He said, trailing off, swearing under his breath.

Draco swung his legs off the bed, letting his bare feet touch the carpeting, he was wearing nothing but his 100% white cotton boxers.

He turned around at towards the owl and untied the envelope from its leg. The owl stared back at him, as if waiting for something.

"You can leave now, vermin. I don't have anything for you. Shoo!" Draco yelled at the bird, waving his hand dismissively.

The owl narrowed its big yellow eyes, as if it were glaring at him, then pecked Draco's arm and flew out the open window. Draco rubbed his arm where the bird had bit him, and he looked out the window and saw the owl land on Hermione's window sill, then it hopped inside.

Once curiosity got the better of him, he threw the letter on his unmade bed and turned towards his dresser opening the middle drawer pulling out a pair of dark green slacks and then putting them on.

He walked out of his room and padded towards Hermione's door, he placed his ear to the door listening for any kind of sign the she was awake, when he heard none he proceeded to open the door.

Draco stepped quietly into her room; Hermione was sleeping peacefully underneath her big red comforter, snoring but not too loud that it would disturb anyone. On her right was a nightstand and sitting on it was her wand and a very familiar yellow eyed owl, which was cleaning his wings.

Draco looked at the creäture in awe; the stupid bird was waiting for her to wake up! He glared at the bird and mouthed, 'fuck you'.

In reply the owl just uttered a hoot, as if it were laughing at him.

Draco's eyes darkened, he was not going to be beaten by a dumb animal. He walked over the owl and stretched his hand out towards it, but before he 'attacked' it the owl reached forward and nipped his finger.

"Dammit, Bird!" Draco cursed, pulling back his bleeding finger.

The owl hooted loudly and hopped on Hermione's bed. Hermione's eyes shot open and saw Draco standing over her. She screamed and quickly jumped out of her bed and grabbed her wand, pointing it at Draco.

"What the hell do you think you're doing in my room?!" She yelled, angrily.

Draco looked at her; she was wearing just her bra and knickers.

Draco smirked, "Wow, Granger, didn't know that you were the lacy type."

Hermione gasped as she realized what she was wearing, she lowered her wand and grabbed a blanket off her bed and tried to cover her partly exposed body.

She pointed her other hand to the door leading to the common room "Get out, Malfoy!"

"No need to get offended, Granger. It's not as if you're anything good to look at." He snorted.

Hermione's cheeks reddened, Draco couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger, but soon he chose the second once she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Draco raised his hand to his reddened cheek, "Dammit, woman! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I said, get out!" Hermione yelled again.

Draco glared at her and stormed out of the room still holding his cheek.

'The nerve of that boy!' Hermione thought slammed the door once Draco left.

She probably was not going to get anymore sleep so she headed into the bathroom and started the shower. She looked at her reflection; she still had tear stains on her face. Hermione sighed; she then unhooked her black laced bra and striped off her knickers, then stepped into the hot, steamy shower.

Draco sat down on the couch in the common room. He wasn't telling the truth earlier, no surprise it was what he was famous for, other than his heritage, he was famous for lying. He didn't really think that Granger was hideous, Draco, believe it or not, thought that she looked hot; her hair up in a messy bun and strands of hair falling loosely from it, her cheeks flushed, he could've just stripped her clothes off of her at that very moment.

Draco mentally slapped himself, what was he thinking? She was a mudblood and he was a pure blood it would be a disgrace to his family, then again what did it matter if his father hated him for it.

Draco silently cursed; he had left his wand in Granger's room. He walked up to the door and decided that it would be better if he had knocked this time, since he just barged in only a few moments ago.

He tapped on the door three times with his fist, when he received no answer he turned the door handle and slowly opened the door. The door creaked open, and he walked inside.

Draco glared at the owl who was still perched on the nightstand, he was about to ignored its present when he noticed that his wand was in the owls beak.

"You son of a bitch, let go of my wand!" Draco growled.

He was about to lunge at the owl when he heard the shower stop, "Shit!" He cursed silently.

He had to get out of there and fast, but he wasn't leaving without his wand. He snatched his wand out of the owl's beak and then bolted for the door, but before he could reach his hand for the door knob Hermione emerged out of the bathroom.

Draco closed his eyes and sighed, as he silently wished the he could Avada Kadavra himself right there on the spot.

"Malfoy! What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just barge into someone's room. You've already broken the rules on the first day, twice for that matter," Hermione yelled, trying to hold up the towel that was draped loosely around her body.

Draco kept his eyes at the floor, "I just needed to get my wand. See," He held up his wand as proof.

Hermione looked at his wand and continued to argue with him, "But couldn't you have just waited until I got out of the shower to get it!"

"I didn't know you were in the shower, okay?" Draco explained. He was having a hard time concentrating when she was covered in water, with the only this stopping him from seeing her curvy body was a towel.

"Well, then you should have knocked!" Hermione told him.

"I did knock, but there wasn't any answer," he corrected her.

"We'll then you should have just gone back in your room, and waited for me to tell you that you left you wand!" She was becoming short on come-backs, but she wasn't going to admit that she was wrong and someone else was right, especially if that certain someone is a pure blood prat!

"Sorry, it won't happen again, Granger. Promise," Draco said walking towards the door.

Hermione was shocked, did he just apologize? She looked sadly at the spot where he was just standing, maybe she was wrong about him. Maybe she should give him a second chance.

Draco walked back into his room, and saw his unopened letter on the bed. He sighed, and sat on the edge on the king sized bed. He tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter, unfolding it.

The letter said:

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

Included in this letter is your, Time Table. As I am sure you have already been informed, your classes begin on Monday, September 9th. I hope to see you at Breakfast tomorrow morning at 8am.

Enjoy the rest of your day, and see you soon.

Yours Sincerely,

Professor McGonagall

Draco laid back on the bed, he wasn't gonna be disturbed by Granger anytime soon, so he mine as well go back to sleep.

He got up putting the letter and the Time Table on his night stand, and sat back down on his bed, putting his legs under the sheets, pulling the covers up to his shoulders. Falling into a deep sleep, dreaming of the night he never wanted to relive.

A/N: I hoped thst you liked it, please remember to R&R! Kisses.

SillySlytherin