Author's Note: YEESSS! I am likin' this Chappie, and hope you guys too! I worked really hard on it; What with MicroSoft freezing constantly and whatnot, lol. Well, sorry about the long wait. But it was also because of the cursed Author's Block and my Spring Break trip... but, I am back now, so I will hopefully be able to Update oftener, though I doubt it. Back to school and stuff, and 8 more weeks and it's over. So it's gonna be hard, gonna haffta work my butt off. But please, do enjoy this Chappie, and tell me if it's too rushed, 'cause I think it possibly might be. BTW, FIRST NEW POLL ON PROFILE; CHECK IT OUT?
DISCLAIMER: And who am I? Certainly not J.K. Rowling...

"Malfoy, will you please get out of the shower already?" Hermione called behind the door angrily, pounding on the bathroom door. "I'm pretty sure you've been in there since sunup, and I am pretty sure that by the time that you get out, all the poor fish in the ocean will have run out of water… or, even worse, they may have your disgusting germs you washed off in their environment!" She put her hand to her Heart for a moment, forgetting that he was on the other side, sucking up the fishies water.

She pressed her ear to the door, and could only hear the rushing sound of the water crashing down on the shower floor. And wait, was he singing? Oh Gods, she thought, I am going to have nightmares tonight…

"Hello!?" she called again, pounding harder.

"For Merlin's sake, bookworm, do you ever stop nagging?" Malfoy finally responded.

"I wouldn't have to nag you, you albino ferret, if you weren't such a girl about your hygiene!"

"And so when you're a girl about your hygiene, will I have to come pounding on your door during your shower too?" he yelled back, and Hermione could just imagine him slipping on a bar of soap and hitting his head on the faucet, his pale, white arms flailing around wildly like a chicken…

Instead of sharing this twisted thought of hers, Hermione replied, "Well, I am a girl, so I think I should get a break."

"Are you sure about that now, Granger?" Hermione could just see his lips curling into that annoying smirk of his, and she wanted so badly to punch it off his face.

"Oh, Malfoy," she said sweetly, "your mummy called. She told you to pick up your sucker and bib immediately."

"Is this what you have sunken to, mudblood? Cruel remarks about my mother's insane babying habits? I would have expected so much more from you." He replied hotly.

"Is that sarcasm I hear from you, ferret? I couldn't hear over your horrific singing!"

"I have the voice of an angel. Now, if you excuse me, I am now getting out and as much as I know you'd love staring at me without my clothes, I'd be forever ashamed of myself for giving my body to such a lowlife."

"But don't you do that already with Parkinson?"

She listened closer to make sure she could hear the faucet turned and she laughed when the door crashed open and she saw Malfoy's red, embarrassed face, his pale blonde hair still wet against his smooth forehead.

"You take that back! I have no interest in that slut!"

"Should've thought about that before," Hermione said evenly, holding her ground.

"Mudblood!" he warned.

"What, ferret? What could you possibly want now?" Hermione said, pretending to be tired of the fight.

"I want you to apologize to me now," he said, fuming, "or else!"

"Or else what, you snotty brat?" Hermione hissed.

He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "I happen to know how you are madly interested with that weasel Weasley. And I also happen to know a voice changing spell, and I also happen to know how to use a Howler."

"You are such a baby! And who's interested in whom?" Hermione stuttered, but it was no use; she knew she was cherry red by now.

"I thought so." He smirked. "Well?"

"Okay, fine," she grumbled, "I am so sorry, Malfoy. So sorry."

His smirk began wider when he said, "Now that I've shaken you up, please enjoy your shower."

"Oh, thank you so much, Malfoy. I am so glad to know I have permission to bathe." And knowing what a pervert you are, I will be stuffing the towel in the door crack…

"You are quite welcome. Oh, and happy first day of being roommates," he added maliciously.

"Wish I could say the same," Hermione said furiously, slamming the door behind her.


The nerve of that bastard! I cannot believe he said that to me! Hermione thought angrily. And is that obvious that I may have a slightly big crush on Ron?

Thinking of Ron, her Heart fluttered and her head felt light. Her eyes began to fill with tears when she remembered how roughly Malfoy had spoken to her, but she refused to waste her tears on a waste of space like him. She was just going to have to get over it, lead on with the rest of her day, and try to avoid Malfoy for as long as possible. Which was nearly impossible considering not only did they have every class together, but she had to see him every night. This Prefect thing was not going to be easy.

How can Malfoy be so… so… so stupid! Ah! Oh, I am so going to have to dig up some dirt on that pureblood scum…

Before turning off the shower, she thought hopelessly, Am I even going to survive the rest of this year?

Author's Note: So, how was it? Good, bad, terrible? Tell me please! Please R&R, thankyou! I love you all!