A/N: As you can tell...special guest...but also.... AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO'S UPSET ABOUT PEEVES NOT BEING IN THE MOVIES!

Hermione's POV:

Draco snores slightly on our library table, most likely tired from all the work I had put him through for our project.

It's only eleven, I don't see why he's so tired. I sigh and close the book I was reading and delicately place it into my bag.

I had wanted it to be authentic, so naturally, I had my parents send me some books.

He got me back my parents...

I shake my head, allowing my hair to cascade down my shoulders and smile at the sleeping blond next to me, who just so happened to be my...

Who just happened to be my husband...

My husband who wanted nothing to do with me, forcing me to keep a cool and uncaring facade. Why had he given up on me? Because I had given up on him? He already had given up on me before that.

Regardless, I smile at him, looking over every single one of his gorgeous features, a pastime I had gotten used to just months ago.

"Take a picture, it will last longer," Draco murmurs, yawning and rolling over. His hair falls carelessly over his eyes as I blush.

"Wake. Up." I poke him in the eye with one of my quills, a peacock quill that he had gotten me as a gift. As the tickling of the feather, he shoots up, snorting slightly as he does so.

"Whoa!" He exclaims, gripping the edges of the table. I wish I could help him, but I know that would only make him uncomfortable, and drive him even further away from me. I would never want that, I already hated how distant we were right now. Why worsen the situation?

"Sor-just get up!" I hiss as I quickly brush away my half spoken apology and turn back to my fake facade, the one Draco clearly wanted me to put up.

"S-yeah, whatever," Draco stutters. I assure myself that it's just because he's tired and not because I'm losing my mind, and swiftly levitate my belongings into the air, not wanting to be bothered by the sheer weight of it. (I had only brought like fifteen books, but they were rather thick.)

"Coming?" I ask him, facing the doors of the library.

Draco groggily yawns and rubs his steely grey eyes, blocking them from my sight. Even though he would never want me to say this (or at least, not right now), he had a silvery aura to him, an aura that pulls me in, but pushes me out at the same time. In it's own way, it's beautiful. It's absolutely stun-

"-so we can finish it tomorrow, correct?" Draco asks me, breaking away from my daydreaming. I blink twice before opening my mouth to respond.

"Yes," I say, hoping that he was talking about the project.

Draco nods curtly, not looking me in the eye. "Good," He says, picking up his bookbag. I look over to the pile of books next to me and sigh.

Perhaps I brought too many things. Or perhaps he didn't bring enough? Ah, yes that's it. He hasn't brought enough.

Alright, perhaps I do have a problem...

"Alright let's go before we get caught," Draco stifles a yawn but miserably fails, opening his mouth wide, causing me to wonder what else his mouth could do.

Eat food, Hermione, it can eat food.

I flip my hair over my shoulder and begin out the door, but I'm still distracted by thoughts about Draco. His personality, his looks, the way he laughs when he's truly amused, how dedicated he was to proving he had changed.

Everything about him was just...

Perfect.

With a jolt, I realize that I had to stop what I was think-

"OW!" Draco screeches, dropping his things on the floor with an ear-hammering thud.

I whip around to see Draco lying on the floor, with a very special visitor.
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Peeve's POV:

"Alright, let's go before we get caught," A boy whispers. I gasp in delight.

New victims! Walking willingly into my lair!

I see two familiar heads of hair, one strikingly platinum blond, and one bushy haired girl.

Malfoy and Malfoy! What a wonderful surprise!

I cackle to myself and rub my ghostly hands together. I was going to have fun.

I float up to the ceiling, watching as the brunette stares at the oblivious blond, who either doesn't notice, or pretends not to.

I send a gust of wind into the back of the boy's head, snorting as he yelps, "Ow!" He clutches the back side of his head and I take the opportunity to smash into his backside, sending him sprawling on the floor.

The bushy haired know-it-all buck-toothed beaver finally turns to look at me. I smile at her, casually pinning Malfoy underneath me.

"Malfoy!" I greet the ex-Granger, starting to think of possible songs for the extremely awkward coupe.

Oh all the options there were! They sure made interesting content.

1. Buck-Toothed and Brainy

2. Slimy Slippery Ferret

3. Granger Turned Malfoy (Oh My!)

4. Relationship Troubles (Ft. Malfoy and Malfoy)

5. Fraternizing With The Enemy (Ft. Ron Weasley)

6. Smart With Book But Idiots With Love

7. These Weirdos Haha! (Ft. Entire dorm room)

All by me, Peeves! (Oh and yes, I've been in their dorm room! Did you know that Astoria tried to put makeup on Blaise once...I even helped her! Oh well, too bad that blasted boy told the Baron. It was funny!)

And that's not even it! I'm sure I can think up more songs, if only I just had a little time...

"Peeves!" Mrs. Beaver Malfoy exclaims, gasping at the sight of her groaning husband. She loses concentration of her spell and all her things fall to the floor.

9. Those Who Drop Things

"Get. Off. Me." The bond one growls, starting to scrape at my back causing me to shriek in pain. I press down on him harder and he screams.

"Students out of bed, Filchy Poo!" I call out, hoping that dear old (and ugly) Filchy Poo would come get them. "Students out of-!"

"SILENCIO!" The girl screams, pointing her wand at me.

I open my mouth to yell, 'SHUT UP!', but nothing comes out of my mouth. I gasp (once again, without any noise).

That stupid girl uses my surprise to fli my amazingly ghostly body off of the living one's beneath me. I go stumbling through a wall and hear snippets of a conversation while I untangle myself from some unusually soft pink curtains that I suspect belonged to Umbridge.

"Get up, get your stuff, let's go!" The missus hisses at the mister.

The mister responds to his missus with, "I'm trying!"

"Not hard enough!"

"Well you try-"

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Errr..."

"Your bloody welcome, GET UP YOU LAZY LITTLE ARSE!"

I finally manage to untangle myself and I leap through the wall, chasing after them chanting,

"You two are twitchy!

And honestly m'dear witchy,

Go get a new wizard

'Cause that one's part lizard!"

I cackle while they only start to sprint faster and faster until they reach the moving staircases, which are currently not moving in a way that would help them.

"That's a fully raging snake to you," The part lizard snarls, stepping forward. I can tell he's quite obviously trying to scare me, but I'm a fiery ball of giggling, snorting poltergiestness (is that even a word?)

"Part lizard!" I howl, floating through the walls once again. But before I get through, I see one thing.

Hermione Malfoy puts her hand on Draco's shoulder tenderly, a thing somebody in love would do.

"Drop it, Draco," She whispers, looking at him. She was actually looking at the back of his head because the idiot was too focused on my excellent existence.

His eyes soften considerably and a small smile dances upon his lips. "Right, yeah, of course, sorry...yeah..." He turns away and Hermione immediately tenses up once more.

OH MY GOD YES! NEW SONG:

10. Pretending To Not Be In Love