DISCLAIMER #1: not J.K Rowling... (Neither is Georgia)

DICLAIMER #2: this isn't my story... it's my friend Georgia's... I'm only posting it because her account stuffed up...

Chapter 1

Hermione scowled heavily as she picked up the chair her foot had overturned. She had just moved an hour ago and Lavender was already getting on her nerves. She sighed. Maybe staying in separate rooms in Hogwarts isn't such a good idea after all.

She had arrived at Hogwarts as usual to find that a drastic change had occurred to Hogwarts. Instead of a long dormitory, due to the fact that there were people here who should have left school last year, Hogwarts had extended itself and now you stayed in cosy little rooms with your room-mate.

And typically, Hermione was room-mates with Lavender Brown, her old nemesis. Well, actually, Lavender was the one who hated Hermione for dating Ron, whereas Hermione just found Lavender plain irritating.

She had not been in a good mood and then her room-mate had come bursting in with Parvati Patil, her best friend. Parvati and Lavender wasted no time in making themselves feel at home, dumping their stuff on her side of the room and, apart from a glare that was exchanged on arrival, had pretended she didn't exist.

Hermione snapped out of her thoughts as Lavender's annoying voice rang out.

"I can't believe I haven't graduated yet! My friends from Beauxbatons think I'm so like, dumb, because they all have jobs and stuff and I'm stuck in this loser school!"

She glanced over at Hermione's immaculate side of the room, swept over Hermione's head and then returned back to the little mirror she was trying to fix her hair in. She was sneaking Hermione glares every now and again, but Hermione didn't rise to the bait-too tired from the feast.

"Granger, get me a glass of water, I'm thirsty," she declared.

"But why should I?" Hermione protested angrily.

"Geez, I am your room-mate now, so we may as well be civil? And I was polite…I said please!"

Why can't she leave me alone? Hermione thought irritably, but she figured they should probably try to get along, or it would be an incredibly long year.

"Yes, Lavender," Hermione turned away so that Lavender wouldn't see her rolling her eyes.

Instead of fetching her fresh water and walking so far away, Hermione just pointed her wand at the glass and whispered "Aguamenti."

Then she started making her way back towards Lavender, trying to shift boxes of unpacked stuff with one hand and manoeuvring around the heavier boxes.

Hermione noticed sourly that Lavender's stuff was taking up most of the room-she barely had room to stand up on her side of the room and sighed.

She began purposely kicking and moving boxes as if to prove her point. Lavender didn't catch the hint-or pretended not to.

"Will you stop it? I'm trying to concentrate here!" Lavender demanded.

"Concentrate on what?"

"On painting my nails! If I stuff up, it could take weeks, before I can get them professionally done!"

"Sorry," Hermione said shortly glaring at her as she made the slow way across the room.

"Well, are you going to get me that water, or what? I could have died of thirst by now!"

That would make life better for EVERYONE, Hermione bit back the sharp retort.

"Here, Lavender."

"Finally," Lavender huffed, continuing to paint her nails. They were a horrible bright pink with little swirls Lavender was painting on in blue.

She noticed Hermione's horrified face and smirked. "Like them Granger? They have more spirit and life than yours anyway."

Hermione didn't even bother to look at her unpainted nails. Lavender scowled and shifted Tiana (her new rabbit) on her lap.

"What are you waiting for Granger? Have nothing to do? No book to study?"

Silently Hermione placed the water on Lavender's bedside table. It was all she could manage not to slam it as hard as she could down on the table. But she wouldn't give Lavender the satisfaction of knowing that she had gotten to her.

"You're so annoying, Granger, you know that? A-NNOY-ING! I can't believe I'm stuck in a room with you, Parvati has Florette Wilson and apparently, she's freaking awesome. Why I'm stuck with a prude like you…"

Hermione accepted Lavender's comments wordlessly. If she was going to survive this year she was going to have to get used to this.

"I gave Parvati your key because she sometimes needs to visit because she has nightmares and I often take visits to the toilets. But its okay, I'll try to remember to leave the room door open for you. Is that alright? Now I'm absolutely appalled by the mess in this room-can you help me get started cleaning it up? I'll join you as soon as I finish my nails."

"But it's all your stuff!" Hermione objected.

Lavender gave her a sickly sweet smile. "I know, but you don't appear to be doing much at the moment. Why can't you help?"

"Yes, I will," Hermione wondered how long this would go on before she lost it and punched Lavender in the nose like she had Malfoy in third year. She picked up a box and began to unpack it.

Just great. Hermione let her mind wander as she pulled out five different make-up kits and shoved them in Lavender's cupboard. She couldn't help but be mad at Lavender and she wondered if she'd snap…

As she began unloading her third box, all that was ringing through Hermione's mind was Lav-Lav is going to pay for this… and although Hermione certainly hoped she wasn't incredibly cruel by nature, a horrid plan was forming in her mind-a plan she had no intention of using

….yet.

If Lavender continued to cause trouble for Hermione…well then…things may change…

Lavender appeared to have read Hermione's thoughts because she said coolly, "You know, I do have the room-key and I can play dirty too."

Hermione didn't doubt it. Her only hope was that she'd make a girlfriend who'd let her stay with her instead of Lavender. But even that was unlikely as Hermione's only friends at the moment were Harry and Ron, and they were both boys. She stared frustrated at the ceiling. Finished unpacking Lavender's boxes, she lay, spread-eagled on her bed and ran through tomorrow's timetable in her mind.

Wiped out from the stress of the day, Hermione tucked herself in and switched off her light, trying to ignore the blinding light from Lavender's side of the room. She tried to imagine how she'd survive this year, but her last thought before she fell asleep was the memory of a jeering voice sneering at her- Lavender as she talked to Parvati: God I hate her! Why does exist? Nobody likes her!

In her slumber Hermione thrashed around wildly trying to get rid of the murmurs of assent she could hear from Parvati.

A/N (this is Georgia): PLEASE TELL ME HOW I DID! Thanks for reading btw (: