{A.N. Sorry, just realised I wrote this in a completely different tense and point of view. Martha wrote the last chapter and I'm tired, sorry!}
Laughter could be heard from inside. Shocked, Hermione pressed her ear to the side of the blue box. It sounded like someone was arguing with someone else . This was not normally so terrible, were it not for the box that had just appeared out of nowhere; one that would surely only fit one! She tumbled backwards as the door opened, sending her sprawling back into Parvati's bed. A lanky young man swung out holding on to the doors. He reminded Hermione a bit of an energetic giraffe. Too tired to protest, she simply put her hands above her head. "I've had a bad day. Leave me alone!" The man looked astounded. "What?" He asked, a silly grin beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth. "Who are you talking to?" The other voice demanded. The first man was shoved off the door as another slightly older man pushed past. This man was scruffy looking with messy blond hair and stubble and a black hoodie and jeans. Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Which spell did you use to make it bigger on the inside?!" She demanded, exhaustion forgotten. "That'd be so useful for my school bag!" The younger man with the floppy hair and bowtie grinned. "You understand dimensionally transcendental science?" "A little. It's similar to magic." She explained. The other man looked impressed. "Magic? Magic isn't real." Hermione put her hands on her hips. "Oh, really?" She said.
He folded his arms. "Prove it." She pulled out her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." He surprised her by looking mildly bored, a little like Dra- Malfoy. She let the floating book fall. "That it?" He said. "Master..." The younger one warned. "What?" "Don't." The one addressed as 'Master' smirked (just like Malfoy, her brain unhelpfully reminded her) and stuck his tongue out at his friend or whatever he was. Then he turned back to her. "Who's Draco Malfoy?" He sing-songed. Hermione felt a violent blush attack her cheeks. The worst part was, she didn't know why. "He's... Um... He's a horrible lousy Slytherin git." 'Master' grinned. "Go on..." "And um, he has this horrible shiny blond hair- it's almost white- and stupid blue-grey eyes and a silly smirk like yours and he used to be really tiny and skinny and now he's all athletic and cute and I'M SO CONFUSED!" He turned to his companion and gave him a leery smile. "Well, Doctor? What's your verdict?" The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Stop teasing her, Master." The Master grinned. Hermione was in shock. And the Doctor was just mildly amused.
Suddenly, there was the sound of terrified shrieks and loud fast footfalls. The door sprang open with a splintering of wood and a clang of hinges. Someone burst into the room, in a flash of white, slamming the door and bolting it as hard as possible.
Draco Malfoy slumped to the floor, head in his hands, gasping for breath. He took a few shaky gulps of air and looked up to see Hermione with two men. Hermione's face was still a fierce shade of red and the two men were standing a little too close to each other, so he summed up the situation as quickly as possible with his dirty mind. "Threesome, Granger? Didn't know you liked it that way."
Hermione looked disgusted. "Ahhh... So he's this Drake guy? The one you like!" The Doctor crowed triumphantly.
Hermione had never wanted to crawl under something and die more than now... Though the look on Drac - Malfoy's!- face was worth it.
"Well, then." He said with a grin.