Author's Note: Well, my latest story (I feel really unfaithful to PIANO LESSONS AND LOVE now, haha), and I'm glad it's up here. I was so inspired to write a story that could really touch the Hearts' of my Readers even more; Inspiration by FORGET ME NOT, THE EDITOR. It is one of my favorite oneshots about Dramione, and I just loved it. It made my Heart twist and everything. You should really check it out, I am not even kidding. Anyways, back to me, lol, yeah, my newest story. And I will still update the other stories, too, since I will have more spare time. Also, during the car ride to Boston, I will probably write so that when I come back, I'll post new Chapters. (:

DISCLAIMER: J.K. ROWLING POSER, J.K. ROWLING POSER, J.K. ROWLING POSER... I think we know how this goes on. D:

"Well, this is both of your rooms, Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger." Professor Dumbledore said warmly, a twinkle of amusement behind his half moon spectacles.

Hermione gasped in awe, and Malfoy just stood as tall and arrogant as usual, glaring slightly at the Prefects room. "Yes," Dumbledore said, stroking his long white beard, "there is a screen door that goes between the two halves of the room for obvious reasons. All you need to do, though, is mutter the simply spell slidorius to let it go down and then uptoturous slie for it to go back up."

"I love it, Professor," Hermione squealed in delight, already thinking of the bookshelf she'd need to get that would go just perfectly with the red carpeting on her side of the room.

"What about you Mr. Malfoy? Do you find the room to your liking?"

"It's alright," was all Malfoy said, scowling slightly.

Of course Malfoy doesn't like it, that ferret, Hermione thought irritably. He doesn't like anything unless it's purebred and ferret worthy. You could obviously tell that Hermione loved being chosen as a Prefect, but hated being a Prefect with Malfoy and having to share a room with him on top of that. Thank Merlin for that screen door, she silently sighed.

"Okay then. Well, you may look around and change what you want, and then join us for the Banquet if you'd like. Congratulations on this honor, by the way." Dumbledore smiled brightly, and with a swish of his royal blue cloak, he was gone.

The minute he left, Malfoy went into full-force bloody rotten. The spoiled prat Hermione had always known. "What ugly designs, and I have to share the room with no one other but the miss know-it-all herself. Not to mention she's a mudblood!" He crinkled her nose as though he smelled something rotting.

"Well, Malfoy," Hermione spat absent-mindedly as she excitedly walked into her new room, "they're your House colors. And I think the green matches your skin shade nicely, don't you think?" She added false, sticky sweetness towards the end of the sentence.

"Mudblood." Draco growled.

"Ferret." Hermione spat.

They glared at each other, Hermione's arms over her chest, Draco's infamous smirk on his pale face.

Finally, Hermione sighed and said, "Listen Malfoy, I don't want to fight, especially on the first night back. It's too early. So say what you want tonight, but I will not sink to your level."

"But you will the other days?" Malfoy smirked.

"Are you slow or what?" Hermione said before happily looking around her side of the room, thinking, Hmm. I think a balcony would be nice. I'll have to ask Professor Dumbledore for permission though.

Author's Note: So what do you think? Fourth story, and I hope I've improved. Please, R&R. Thank you! Ilyall. (: