The girl muttered the password to the Head's common room; she braced herself for what she would find.
Stepping in the room she let go a breath of air, a sincere, fed up sigh.
Walking around the room she felt her temper rise; piles of books and paper strewn over the table; cushions lying by the foot of the couch; a pair of shoes at the portrait hole.
Entering the bathroom, the bushy haired girl found dirty clothes by the door; toiletries scattered along the units, in the sink and in the bath.
The mess was fuelling her anger; Hermione was sick and tired of the disorder the Head Boy left everywhere he walked.
She flew up the stair towards his room, tripping on a damp towel that had fallen from the banister. Swinging the door open, Hermione found piles of clean and dirty clothes; dirty dishes; empty sweet wrappers; and more books and papers.
Grabbing a book from the side Hermione threw it to the pile of covers on the bed.
"MALFOY, YOU LAZY PIG! GET OUT OF BED IT'S TWO O'CLOCK!"
Hermione's screaming barely had an effect the sleepy blonde kicked the book off the bed and turned over.
"MALFOY! I'm serious, get up; the room needs to be tidied!"
"Isn't that your job?" he answered sleepily.
That was the last straw, taking objects from around her, Hermione continued to throw them while screaming and Draco.
"I AM NOT A HOUSE ELF MALFOY. NOR AM I YOUR SERVENT, YOUR MOTHER OR A HOUSEWIFE! I AM NOT HERE TO LOOK AFTER YOU! GET OUT OF YOUR BED AND CLEAN UP, THIS ROOM IS FILTHY!"
Hermione was seething, Draco was bruised. After the final book hit his head Draco sat up and scowled at Hermione.
"You're a witch, use magic to clean up, Granger." Draco tried to reason, his reply only made the situation worse.
"Draco, if you cleaned up after yourself then we wouldn't be having this argument. I'm fully aware that I am a witch, and you a wizard! Use your own magic to clean your mess!" The brown haired girl was exasperated.
The pureblood turned over and ignored her.
"NOW!"
Having the fright of his life, Draco jumped out of bed. Now he was awake, up and extremely annoyed he searched through his papers, found his wand and sauntered to the door.
Raising his wand and muttering a spell, Draco watched the clutter re-organise its self and the mess tidy it's self up.
The room was back to normal, tidy and clean. Draco threw himself onto the bed and pulled the covers back up to his chin.
"Happy?" Draco asked, obviously annoyed.
"Ecstatic!" Hermione replied with a sweet smile.
"That wasn't so difficult, right?" she asked heading towards the door.
"Hmmfff" was the last thing she heard from Draco, before closing the door.
AN: I don't really like this story, but I was bored and the idea came to me. Let me know what you think? x