Gentle Hands
Double Trouble
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry had never seen the likes of the new two heads. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were as of now, bickering in there shared heads common room.
The two opposites had found there way off the train, through the glorious dinner all to end up following Professor Mcgonagall to there shared dorms. Needless to say the part about sharing was not in the letter they had both received.
"now you two have been chosen to represent the students, and you'll do well to get along. Me and the Headmaster have both agreed there will be no tolerance for petty arguments, your 7th years- act like it"
"now your rooms are directly above, labelled with your names, the glass door in the middle leads to your shared bathroom and this is your shared common room, right I must see Professor Snape about a errr potion, good night"
mumbling something inaudible about a slick haired git, the Professor proceeded to leave there new common room. After the painting had closed the scheduled in advance bickering between the two started right on cue.
" I cant believe they lumped me in the same box sized room as you mudblood- wait till my farther hears about this" disgust from the heart shone through on his face in a twisted grimace.
Now Hermione was a smart witch, in fact thee smartest witch and she had always been taught to ignore and proceed as normal. But she had taken 6 years of this slicks mouth and well, he needed to taste some of his own medicine, so with great pleasure she used her intelligence to psychologically screw the poor ferret over.
"oh how I pity you Malfoy, I really do. What with fake friends, a mentally unstable father, a mother too worried about her next alcoholic fix and the master who pretty much needs to be locked up all looking at you for something- must make you a right stick up the arse ahem, excuse my French" her smile ceased as her mask of pleasure fell, only to be replaced by raw hurt.
" do you enjoy making people suffer? Do you enjoy making people cry, look at yourself. Your nothing better then I, you think your family is so great? Your family are servants who have devoted there whole life to destroying the entire wizard race!- breathing heavily now as tears frightened to escape she finished in nothing more then a whisper coated with venom.
"you think your better, take a look at yourself and you'll find the dirts on your hands not mine"
and with that the brown eyed girl stormed up the stairs to her room and slammed the door, leaving a very mixed emotional Draco.
The blonde boy stood in the middle of the common room replaying the Granger girls words over and over again through his head. He frowned, for he didn't know what else to do, no one had ever spoken to him like that. Shifting his gaze he looked at the shut door laced with gold, as he walked up to his own room.
"you have no idea how dirty my hands are"
moving swiftly once more he moved to his room to try to get some rest, this year was to be his biggest test yet.
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Neither Hermione or Draco slept much that night, though both for the same reason, regret and intense anger. Upon awakening that morning though because of such little sleep and with the visitation of the vengeance bug, the emotional exchange yesterday wasnot left forgotten and instead of the usual arguments to prove each other wrong, was replaced with a strange and eary silence.
Both made there way down to the common room hoping to escape the tension and run through the door, however Professor Mcgonagall had other ideas.
"follow me you two, theres something you need to see" curiously the two glanced at each other nodded and followed the frazzeled old lady through the halls and towards and up to the head masters office.
Now neither where prepared for what faced them now. Sitting on Professor Dumbledores lap were two snoozing toddlers. One of which had a strangely familiar scar to Hermiones best friend Harry's, and another who looked again, strangely like Dracos best friend Blaise.
"ah professor what are we doing- Hermione was cut off by the awakening of the miniature Harry.
"neee!" the little boy with a lightening bolt shaped scar spurted out in the most adorable drabble , only he was looking at Hermione.....
"acooo!" now the other little boy with piercing green eyes and jet black hair was looking directly at Draco Malfoy.
this could not be happening