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~Chpt 1~
"A man can not see the heavens nor can an angel see the earth, for the simple fact that life and death should not be able to associate with each other, so you can understand why we don't get along. I can't see, let alone live with you and vise versa. This wasn't in the job description!" Her words were fast and expressive and she seemed distraught. To live alone with a man she loathed wasn't her idea of a picnic and her new roommate wasn't exactly jumping for joy with the fact that every morning and every night he would have to be contained in the same room as Hermione Granger.
"I hope you realize that we have no choice. Dumbledore chose us to try his new 'experiment'. I personally don't see what could be gained from head boy and girl working on duties together from within their own, and I quote, 'palace,'" he snarled viciously at her.
What Draco had said was true, their new dormitory was made so the head students could use this space as a sort of an office and the palace remark, also true. The rooms were huge, each with it's own roaring fire place and complete with lavish rugs and romantic paintings of scenes in far off times. The bathroom was at least twice the size of the prefects' one and Hermione's bedroom made her as comfortable as could possibly be, and although she hated to admit it to herself, having Draco in the room next- door made her feel extremely safe, almost like having Harry with her.
"We've been two days already and I can't stand it." Hermione rubbed a hand down the burning sensation the fire had given the skin on her smooth leg. Draco's eyes followed her hand and noticing a strange feeling in his stomach, said a quick, unpleasant goodnight, claiming to be feeling unwell.
"Good riddance," Hermione thought as she to carried herself lightly into her bedroom. She made a soft thud on her bed as she lay down, too aweary to cover herself in the freezing cold, there was no fire light in her room as she slipped into unconsciousness.
A shaft of light hit Draco's face, one that had crept in from behind his drawn curtains. It was then that he heard her moan it was weak and fragile. Draco felt that if he moved the sound would shatter into pieces the size of a needles eye, so he lay listening to it growing weaker. Finally he moved off his bed and walked to the door that connected their bedrooms, the floorboards were cold under his feet. The doorknob twisted under his hand and a steely gray eye peered across at her.
Hermione was white as a sheet and her lips were a sky-like blue. Draco, putting his hatred for the girl aside, scooped her up in his arms and pulled the sheets of her bed down. Once he had her under them he ran to the bathroom and ran the water hot in the pool size bath. Her ran back to Hermione's room, picked her up and fully clothed walked into the bath.
There he sat, with the most unlikely person, combing her hair with his fingers. Her eyes fluttered and a butterfly flew around in his stomach. "So c-c-cold... Draco?" her voice was shaking and she was obviously very confused as to why she was laying fully clothed in a bathtub with Draco Malfoy. "You ok Granger, you look a little frost-bitten? Nothing a good spell won't fix. What on earth were you doing not keeping yourself warm in these conditions?" Malfoy asked, then he added shyly, "you had me worried."
Could it be possible that they were connecting? A Giffindor and a Slitherin? Absolutely not, a friendship between them could be damaging. But just as she had convinced herself, he bent forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. Both hearts skipped a beat and begun to thump in unison.
~Chpt 1~
"A man can not see the heavens nor can an angel see the earth, for the simple fact that life and death should not be able to associate with each other, so you can understand why we don't get along. I can't see, let alone live with you and vise versa. This wasn't in the job description!" Her words were fast and expressive and she seemed distraught. To live alone with a man she loathed wasn't her idea of a picnic and her new roommate wasn't exactly jumping for joy with the fact that every morning and every night he would have to be contained in the same room as Hermione Granger.
"I hope you realize that we have no choice. Dumbledore chose us to try his new 'experiment'. I personally don't see what could be gained from head boy and girl working on duties together from within their own, and I quote, 'palace,'" he snarled viciously at her.
What Draco had said was true, their new dormitory was made so the head students could use this space as a sort of an office and the palace remark, also true. The rooms were huge, each with it's own roaring fire place and complete with lavish rugs and romantic paintings of scenes in far off times. The bathroom was at least twice the size of the prefects' one and Hermione's bedroom made her as comfortable as could possibly be, and although she hated to admit it to herself, having Draco in the room next- door made her feel extremely safe, almost like having Harry with her.
"We've been two days already and I can't stand it." Hermione rubbed a hand down the burning sensation the fire had given the skin on her smooth leg. Draco's eyes followed her hand and noticing a strange feeling in his stomach, said a quick, unpleasant goodnight, claiming to be feeling unwell.
"Good riddance," Hermione thought as she to carried herself lightly into her bedroom. She made a soft thud on her bed as she lay down, too aweary to cover herself in the freezing cold, there was no fire light in her room as she slipped into unconsciousness.
A shaft of light hit Draco's face, one that had crept in from behind his drawn curtains. It was then that he heard her moan it was weak and fragile. Draco felt that if he moved the sound would shatter into pieces the size of a needles eye, so he lay listening to it growing weaker. Finally he moved off his bed and walked to the door that connected their bedrooms, the floorboards were cold under his feet. The doorknob twisted under his hand and a steely gray eye peered across at her.
Hermione was white as a sheet and her lips were a sky-like blue. Draco, putting his hatred for the girl aside, scooped her up in his arms and pulled the sheets of her bed down. Once he had her under them he ran to the bathroom and ran the water hot in the pool size bath. Her ran back to Hermione's room, picked her up and fully clothed walked into the bath.
There he sat, with the most unlikely person, combing her hair with his fingers. Her eyes fluttered and a butterfly flew around in his stomach. "So c-c-cold... Draco?" her voice was shaking and she was obviously very confused as to why she was laying fully clothed in a bathtub with Draco Malfoy. "You ok Granger, you look a little frost-bitten? Nothing a good spell won't fix. What on earth were you doing not keeping yourself warm in these conditions?" Malfoy asked, then he added shyly, "you had me worried."
Could it be possible that they were connecting? A Giffindor and a Slitherin? Absolutely not, a friendship between them could be damaging. But just as she had convinced herself, he bent forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. Both hearts skipped a beat and begun to thump in unison.