Please Understand Me - chapter 1
"WHAT?! I'M HEAD GIRL WITH WHO?"
Hermione Granger couldn't believe what she just had heard. The Headmaster had set her up with the one she could neither stand nor understand.
"Would you mind saying that again, Granger? I think someone down in France didn't hear you," Draco Malfoy said, frowning.
"You will share the Head Common Room, the bathroom," this made Hermione shudder, "and your dorms will be apart, but only with curtains."
"What?!" Hermione thought, shocked. "That means that if he wants to, he can have access to me anytime at night!" She kept staring, now a bit feared.
Draco stared as well. He looked blankly at the Headmaster while thinking somewhat the same as his new room mate. He turned to her just to see her shocked expression that told him what she thought. He smirked at the thought. What didn't she think now?
Hermione saw him smirking. What did he think? Did he want access to her? If he got, what would he do? She shook her head. She was Head Girl. She had always wanted that. She should be happy. But she still couldn't stop thinking.
Draco thought a thousands thoughts at once. He couldn't think clearly. He always talked in sleep, and being with her would cause bad dreams. Bad, as in bad for him if she found out what he dreamt. He was seventeen, after all. He couldn't help thinking slightly... perverted.
And having her almost next to him at night would cause some extreme dreams. He didn't want her to know about his feelings and dreams…
"This is the common room of yours. The password is Futura. You may decorate it as you want."
Hermione smiled. She could decorate the whole castle if she was allowed.
"But you will decorate it together." They both turned to each other at the same time.
"Green and silver," Draco said at once, as the Slytherin he was.
"Red and gold," she answered coldly, and sighed. "Can we discuss it alone afterwards, Headmaster?"
"Of course, Miss Granger. You don't have to decide now."
She sighed again, but in relief this time. She knew what to tell him.
"Half and half?" He said. He tried to hide the curious part of his voice.
"Yep", she answered. "Some of the rooms can be red and golden, some can be green and silver, and some can even be a mix, if you want. The dorms can be our own colours at each side of the curtains."
"Well… Okay," he said. "But why are you suddenly addressing me as Draco, and not Ferret or Malfoy as usual?" he asked, smirking.
She gave him a tiny, almost unnoticeable smile. "If we're to live together all this time, we should try to forget our rivalry. Are you comfortable with that?" She said, still not taking her eyes off him.
He was more than comfortable with that. "Of course."
She was impressed. She never thought it would be so easy to make him a bit nicer.
"Come on! It'll be night before you are finished in the bathroom," Hermione said impatiently.
"Okay, okay," he said. "I'm done soon."
"Yeah, you said so twenty minutes ago too," she said.
"Touché. Uh... Can I ask you something?"
"What would that be?"
"Where did you hide my hair gel?"
"Is that what's taking you so long?"
"No. But it will be if you don't tell me."
She sighed. "You and your stupid hair gel. It's out here. Come get it," she teased.
He walked out of the bathroom, forgetful about himself only wearing a towel around his waist. His musculous six-pack was glancing wet, as he was just finished with his shower. But Hermione noticed for sure.
"Hand it over, girl."
She had been gazing over his body, and woke from the trance with a startle.
"It's… It's right here," she said.
Draco didn't see why she hesitated with teasing now. Then he looked down at himself where she was looking and realised, turning a bit redder than he already was of the hot water and his fantasies. Man, what fantasies.
"Please hand it over, my lady." He said in a mocking polite voice.
She was now almost as red as him. She closed her eyes, and slowly gave him his gel back.
"Thank you very much, sweetie. If you could help me fix my hair, I'll just get dressed and the bathroom will be yours."
She followed him into the room, wondering if he had meant to confuse. Then she realized something.
'I'm fixing his hair while he's almost naked,' she thought, somewhat shocked. 'I'm gazing over his body. He's being polite, and he called me sweetie. What's going on?'
A/N: Hope you liked it! I've planned a few of the next chapters too, and I definitely think that if you liked this, and you are a D/Hr shipper, you might like the next chapters. Threesome drama and unusual happenings coming! This was my first fanfic, so don't flame me too much. I've read it over and tried improving it slightly – only just found it on my computer, and it's many years old. Critics are ok, but don't say you don't like it if you can't tell me anything that would make it better. R&R, folks. Thanks for reading!