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He randomly grabbed a book lying on the couch.

After reading the title, he asked: „Who the hell is Mozart?"

Silence.

"Hey, Granger! You deaf?"

"I'd have to be by now, considering that you're constantly shouting at me, noisily throwing things at me and listening to your repulsive anti-muggle-bands at no less than double howler-volume."

"Well, at least one of us listens to reasonable music."

Loud snort. "It sounds like bloody nazi-music!"

"What's a nazi?"

'Aaargh!!!' Hermione thought, virtually hitting her head with her hand. ' How can anyone so rich be so dense? …Well, the world is blessed with Paris Hilton…stupid question, really!'

Thank God, he's gone, Hermione thought, after Ferret-boy had closed the door behind him. This shared common-room thing did really wreak havoc on her nerves sometimes.

TBC

AN: Just one of many! Tell me if you like it and also tell me if you don't!

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