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As soon as Dumbledore sat down, Ron Weasley stood up and stormed over to the Slytherin table. Whispers filled the hall, and everyone waited to see what he would do.
"Malfoy, what do you think you're doing?" He roared.
Malfoy turned around slightly. He sneered. "What does it look like, Weasel? I'm eating dinner."
"What have you done to Hermione?" Ron snapped. "I know you did something!"
"This may be hard for you to hear, Weasel, but you were actually the one who did this to us. Believe it or not, I didn't actually want to get stuck to your precious Granger." Malfoy answered coolly.
Ron's ears turned red. "Why are you sitting at the Slytherin table?"
"Because I'm a Slytherin?"
"WHY ARE YOU FORCING MIONE TO SIT AT THE SLYTHERIN TABLE?!"
"Because I'm a Slytherin?"
Hermione stood up. "Ron, please sit down. I'll explain what happened later, okay?"
Ron glared at Malfoy. "There better be a very good explanation."
"Ron, stop. You're making a scene." Hermione hissed. "Go sit down. I'll owl you later, okay?"
Ron growled slightly before turning around and stomping back to Gryffindor table. Hermione let out a relieved sigh and sat back down. Gryffindor table all shot her sympathetic looks, and she gave them a small smile. She sat with her back to the table, like before, calmly ignoring the Slytherins behind her.
" Aren't you going to eat anything, Granger?" The Slytherin next to her, Blaise Zabini, asked.
"No." She snapped.
Blaise shut up, shooting Draco a questioning look.
"Aw, poor Draco; stuck with that know-it-all." Pansy trilled.
All around, the Slytherins laughed and gave Draco their condolences.
Hermione was practically shaking with anger, but she held her head high. She focused on the Gryffindor table, where her friends were talking to each other. They all had somber expressions on their faces, and eventually, someone would look over at her and give her a pitying glance.
Dinner seemed to drag on for forever. At last, some of the first years were getting up, yawning, ready for bed.
Hermione watched as her friends began to check their watches, and then gave her apologetic looks. They all stood up and slowly moved toward the door, before disappearing toward the Gryffindor Tower.
Even most of the Slytherins headed out. Only Malfoy and Zabini sat, talking, until at long last:
"Come on, Granger, time for bed." Malfoy stood up.
Hermione made a face at him, and then stood up.
"Real mature." He commented.
Hermione rolled her eyes and started walking out the Great Hall.
Malfoy followed after a moment – probably after debating how much fun it would be to yank her back with no audience. Hermione's face turned red at the memory of flying toward him in front of the entire Great Hall.
They walked down to McGonagall's office relatively quickly, with no major arguments. Hermione knocked, and they entered.
Professor McGonagall gave them a tired smile. "All right, let's go. Follow me, please."
They followed McGonagall through the school to a portrait of a couple that was near the entrance to the dungeons. Malfoy smirked, pleased at the location. Hermione huffed under her breath.
"The password is Lemon Drops, but of course, you can change it to whatever you two wish later. Just tell the portrait." McGonagall began as the portrait swung open.
McGonagall led them into a small, cozy common room. There was a fireplace, and two couches that were across from each other. A small coffee table sat in between the couches, which were a beige color. Bookshelves lined the walls, and there were a few games, like wizarding chess, that were lying on the coffee table. The entire room had a color scheme of beige and white. Originally, the two colors didn't seem as though they would go well together, but they were very well matched, woven together in a beautiful, intricate style.
Malfoy nodded his approval, and Hermione gasped in appreciation. "It's gorgeous, Professor!"
McGonagall nodded lightly. "This door leads into the bedroom. There's another door through the bedroom that leads into the bathroom. We put the beds there, so if anyone is in the bathroom, the other can remain on their bed until the bathroom is free."
Hermione peeked into the room. Just as her teacher had said, two single beds (beige, of course) were approximately ten feet apart. They were against the wall that also contained the door to the bathroom. The rest of the room was fairly small, probably enough so they both could walk around freely. At the foot of both of their beds were their trunks.
"I had yours trunks brought down." McGonagall explained. "You can choose whichever bed you want, and move the trunks around if you wish."
"I like my bed." Hermione answered. She opened the door into the bathroom and peered inside.
It was plain enough, and very small. She recognized several hair supplies and toiletries by the sink, and guessed that McGonagall had also taken the liberties of unpacking some of their things.
"Well, is there anything else you need?" The professor asked.
"No, Professor." Hermione answered for both of them. "Thank you so much – for everything."
"Hopefully this will only be temporary." Malfoy grumbled.
McGonagall gave them both an encouraging smile and left.
Hermione immediately got to work, pulling out her pajamas.
"I'll go into the bathroom first." She announced.
Malfoy was in the process of rummaging around his trunk. "Whatever."
She entered the bathroom and pulled on her pajamas, long blue pants and a large, oversized white T-shirt. She found her hairbrush in one of the drawers underneath the sink and yanked it through her hair before tying it up and stepping out.
Malfoy was waiting for her outside the door. He was wearing green pajama bottoms, and, well, nothing else. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and Hermione could clearly see everything that she'd never wanted to. She blushed and moved away.
"Shy, are we, Granger?" Malfoy smirked.
"I'd rather be shy than an egotistical prat who goes around flaunting his body." Hermione snapped. She dropped her clothes into her trunk and crawled into her bed, being sure to face the opposite direction of Malfoy the entire time.
He snickered a little and paused, before entering the bathroom. Hermione could hear him moving around in there, and she silently cursed his brains out.
After a few minutes, he exited and climbed into his bed.
The lights blinked out.