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Hermione yawned and stretched her arms up and sat up in her bed. At first she was confused. Why was she in a dorm all by herself? Where were the other three girls she shared the dorm with? But then she remembered the night before and sighed. She was sharing a bathroom, commons room, and password, to the Heads quarters with Draco Malfoy. Oh, dear she thought. This was going to be a long year. She got up and looked around. She hadn't had much time to look around last night seeing as how she had been exhausted from showing the first years around the castle, being fought every nail and tooth of the way by Malfoy, who seemed to think he could do it better.
Was he the one who could remember every single last detail from her favorite book, Hogwarts a History?
No. She didn't think so.
She looked around, and was pleasantly surprised from what she saw every year in the rooms of the Gryffindor quarters and common rooms. Instead of being bombarded with red and gold everywhere, what she saw was a mix of light pinks and yellows, her two favorite colors everywhere. She smiled.
Thank god, she had not really known what she would have done if everything was Gryffindor colors, but she was sure that it would not have been pretty.
Along with no red or gold, there were three main points in the room; there was a dresser with a lamp with a light pink lamp shade on it, made of mahogany wood. And a matching set of doors to her closet, and a mahogany bed, with a soft yellow comforter on it.
She decided it was time to get ready for her day, so she threw on her pajamas, grabbed her robes, and school uniform, and headed out the door down the stairs.
She prayed as she walked down the stairs that Draco wasn't up yet, but alas, as she stepped of the final step what did she hear, but running water coming from the bathroom. She went up to it and knocked lightly on it. "Hurry up Malfoy," she shouted "I haven't got all day!"
She then wandered away to go examine the silver and gold commons room.
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Draco yawned and sat up in bed. Much like Hermione he hadn't had much time to look over his room before passing out in his bed. To his surprise, also much like Hermione he found his room decorated all in silver, that was contrary to the popular belief, his favorite color. The room also though in some very dark colored black wood, that looked very nice in contrast to the silver that took over the entirety of his room.
Draco had made sure to wake up much earlier than normal because he knew that the little book worm would wake up at unimaginable times, and wanted some time alone, without her pestering him, in the shower.
So Draco grabbed some clothes and headed down the stairs to jump in the shower.
Draco had so much on his mind that when Hermione came clopping down the stairs he didn't even hear her in the shower. He had spent the last thirty minutes with the warm water washing him, relaxing to the sound of water slapping the shower floor.
He actually almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the little mudblood, knock on the door and tell him to hurry up. He growled deep in his throat.
She had no right to tell him what to do. Just for that she would pay. He made sure to stay in the shower an extra, five minutes just for her.
When Draco finished drying himself off, he began on his hair. His hair had to look perfect. That was something that he was extremely OCD about, and Blaise, his best friend always made fun of him for it. Although it was Draco's turn to laugh when he got more girls in bed- and then credited it to his hair.
He always styled the same way, he had stood slicking it back a while ago, and despised the long way his father wore it. His platinum hair always looked as if he had just rolled out of bed after a long night of sex- and the girls loved it.
He had gotten his hair down to a science now but it still took him around thirty minutes to do it- not that long for perfect hair right? Well apparently his fellow head did not agree.
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"How long does it take a boy to do his hair?" Hermione wondered aloud. It didn't even take her that long to do her hair and she had an entire mane of bushy hair to tame.
Hermione had had enough of waiting; she stomped over to the door. "Draco?" she yelled, "Get your arse out of there!" She banged her hand against the door. "I'm beginning to think your gay!" She could practically see the blonds look of horror and annoyance in her mind's eye. "Only a male who was gay would take that much time to get ready!'
However, all she heard was "Did you just call me Draco?"
She realized that she had. "Shit." She murmured.
She could see the smirk on his face as he said "Seems like someone likes me more than they care to admit!"
"Really Malfoy," she said "I'm not in the mood for all of your shit, so don't get me started. I had a long summer and I am not really in the mood to hear you whine and complain or make fun of me."
"I strongly doubt your summer was as hard as mine" she heard from inside the shower door.
She huffed and turned around. She didn't want to hear about how daddy didn't love him enough to give him a raise in his fifty galleon allowance. Her summer sucked, but now that she was at school she wasn't going to let Draco Malfoy ruin it.
She turned and walked back up the stairs to wait for Malfoy to leave. If it meant missing breakfast than goddammit she would.
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