Okay, so I know that colleges separate by gender but I'm tired of seeing dr*mione stories with them as roommates on and on. so I made this.
THIS IS A MUGGLE ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE.
I don't know much about British schooling, much rather college, so Brits, feel free to correct me.
She was furious. She had to be put with a boy. Why couldn't she be put with another female, like all of her friends? But no, there weren't enough girls, so here she was with a red-headed, freckly, gangly, pole of a man.
"So who are you?" he asked rather rudely.
"Hermione Granger," she replied shortly with crossed arms. "You?"
"Ron Weasley," he said throwing himself on the closest bed.
"That's mine," she argued. "The bed."
"Look whose laying on it," he smirked slyly. "So you're an only child? I have five brothers and a sister."
"What? How did you know?" she asked, astonished.
"You have a lot of stuff," he said sitting up against the wall. "If you had siblings, you wouldn't have all that, you'd have to share or they'd steal it."
"Really? What if I told you I had a brother?" she shot back with her hands on her hips. "Is it cold in here or is it just me?"
"I turned on the air conditioning, I like it cold," he said digging up a suitcase to unpack. "Are you planning to keep all of your things packed up in there all term?"
He nodded towards one of her bags.
"Um, no," she said bending down to retrieve the bag closest to her. "What's your schedule look like?"
"I dunno," he said pulling out a folded piece of paper. "I have (a/n: sorry if I get anything wrong here.) Business Management, Business Law, and Accounting and Financial Management. Why do ask?"
"I would like to know if I have to spend any more time with you," she scowled. "And I do, we have Business Management and Business Law together."
"Goddammit," he cursed. "I'm going to fucking hate college, with you here."
"Language!" she hissed.
He rolled his eyes and continued to unpack.
"Why are you even taking business classes anyways," Hermione groaned, pulling out a pair of socks from her bag.
"I'm going to work at my brothers' joke shop, you?" he asked taking out a pair of trousers.
"My parents want me to be a secretary at their dental office, but I'm only here because I'm doing business, then I'm going off to Law School," she said closing her bag and zipping it up.
"Damn, you must be smart," he turned with a smirk.
"Top of advanced classes throughout high school," she huffed anchoring up a cage with an orange furball in it.
"What the bloody hell is that?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"My cat, do you have a problem?" she replied in a bossy tone.
"Why, just why, a bloody cat?" he asked pointing to the cage as she unlocked it.
"He's pretty nice, once you get to know him," she smiled at the cat, pulling him out of the small kennel.
"If that bloody tiger jumps on me, I'm throwing him out the window," he groaned, laying back on the bed.
"You wouldn't dare!" she gasped.
"We'll see," he smiled at the roof.
Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad...