Nothing's Fair In Hate and Peace
Hermione wanted to strangle someone. Being head girl was supposed to be her greatest dream come true, her moment of glory. Then, of course, stupid Draco Malfoy had to trample on her dream and skewer it. She was so angry she couldn't even think of a better analogy for trampling on dreams. Or skewering it. Oh, she was furious! Why couldn't it be Harry? Or Ron? Even Neville seemed to be a better choice than Draco Malfoy!
"Well, Granger, I guess this is it, then," he said, a ridiculous smirk still plastered on his face. She wanted to slap it right off. Professors McGonagall and Slughorn had accompanied them up to the room.
"Now, choose a password," Professor McGonagall ordered, "You two should compromise on this."
With a swish of robes, she and Slughorn left the two to their own devices. Now she wanted to strangle McGonagall for leaving her alone with the insufferable git. She finally turned to her roommate for the school year. Sighing rather melodramatically, she raised her eyebrows in question to what they'd choose.
"How about, Draco Malfoy is an insufferable ferret?" she asked, her lips twitching down in impatience. He hadn't even spoken yet, and she already felt annoyed to capacity. He laughed, his smirk only growing.
"Sure, we can go with that," he smiled. Now she was flabbergasted. Draco Malfoy admitting to being an insufferable ferret? That was one the books had surely never heard of!
"But I'd sincerely prefer Draco Malfoy is a Slytherin God."
There it was. Draco Malfoy's as ever obnoxious ego has made its reappearance! Annoying Hermione Granger since the day he was born. Well, not exactly but based on the amount of times he had, it seemed fit for a lifetime.
Hermione groaned, burying her face in her hands. The portrait had left to do something else, obviously sensing the animosity between the two. It'd probably be an entire hour before they chose a suitable password. Malfoy seemed content as ever, leaving against the wall, choosing to inspect his ever so perfect nails. If she didn't know better, she would've thought he wore nail polish.
"We have to decide a password, Malfoy, so stop inspecting your nails!" she all but screeched. Leave it to him to procrastinate every duty and yet somehow end up as Head Boy. It just wasn't fair. She would probably be stuck doing all of the work on every single project of the year. For Merlin's sake, he was worse at doing work than Harry and Ron put together!
"How about, Hermione Granger is an annoying book worm?" he asked, mirroring her look.
"Sure, we can go with that," she imitated, "But I'd sincerely prefer Hermione Granger is the brightest witch of the age!"
And so the argument went on. And continued on. By the time curfew came around, neither had decided on a name yet.
"You know what? I give up! Choose whatever name you will, Malfoy, because I give up!" Hermione finally backed down. She was, truth be told, exhausted, and didn't have the heart to argue anymore. All she wanted to do was enter the room and go to sleep.
Malfoy was silent. He had never seen the bushy haired girl give up before. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! Something she's have to say every single day of her life to get to her room. He could always go with the obvious, Draco Malfoy is the best and the like, but he needed something better.
Then he saw her eyes, glaring at him, just wanting him to pick a password so they could enter the room and go to sleep. He sighed, deciding not to give such an atrocious password.
"We chose our password," Malfoy told the portrait.
"Finally," the portrait muttered, rolling his eyes, "Or do I have to give you another 7 hours?"
"We choose Ferret as our password," Malfoy muttered. Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise. Malfoy had somewhat admitted defeat by choosing ferret as the password.
"Truce, Granger?" he asked.
"Truce."
And then Hermione married Ron and Draco married Astoria. I ship Dramione, but let's let others write about them.