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Author's Note: Well, did you enjoy that last chapter? Sorry it was short, you will notice that my chapters don't stay a certain length, and often will be quick. Why? I want to update for you as soon as possible, and with my schedule, I don't really have time to write one long whopper, proof read for half an hour, and send it in. My artistic spurts, I am predicting, with be in short little squirts. Aw, well. I do say, I will have fun writing about Ron.

Disclaimer: Don't own any, blah, blah, blah, if I did I would be rich, and wouldn't be writing fan-fiction; I would be basking on a Sicilian beach, writing my own personal novel. Aw well, life ain't fair, now is it? (Yes, I know I said ain't; it's for artistic purposes, okay)….hehe, I almost wrote porpoises, which is a very different noun. I would have instead been writing for artsy, modern dolphin-like creatures, instead for you. And yes, purpose is a noun. Look it up.


Chapter One: Where Pros and Cons Battle, Time-turner Crafters Get Bitten, and Magic Eight Balls Come to Mind; The Head Boy and Girl Common Room

Hermione sighed and flopped down on her brand new chair, in her brand new common room, in her brand new dorm. Yes, the head Boy and Girl had their own rooms that they shared. Upside; sweeter deals, more bathroom time, quietness… Downside: sharing it with Malfoy. "Aw well, I can cope. I mean, he will probably be haunting the Slytherin Common Room anyway." Thought Hermione. Hopefully. If she was lucky.

The room was nice, though. The carpet was a nice plush burgundy, the chairs ivory and black velvet. There was a large fireplace, and next too her was a couch and four more armchairs.

"Well, this will be a good place to read…" Hermione thought aloud, and instantly she picked up volume 3 of "The History of the Time-turner Crafters; Where?" (She has previously read volumes 1 and 2, "The History of the Time-turner Crafters: What?" and "The History of the Time-turner Crafters: When?"

The fire crackled, displaying brilliant displays of micro fireworks, wild owls softly hooted down in the forest, the late night star twinkled, and the hush of the castle had slowly, but effectively, set upon Hermione, lulling her into a half-sleep half intelligent state. She had just finished Chapter Two; The Curse of the Werewolf and Where it Happened that Bogornissmess a la Vehfoas Got Bit, when all of a sudden she was jerked out of her reverie by the loud slamming of the portrait hole swinging open.

Mr. Mustela putorius furo (Ferret, in Latin. You think that Hermione would call any one named after an animal by some regular English name? Pssh!) walked through the doorway, shouting behind his shoulder "Did you see his face? Pathetic fourth year! Aw well, see ya' Nott, gotta check out my new rooms." And the portal swung behind, slamming again.

Hermione sighed. "Will you stop slamming that bloody thing?"

"Oh, it's the mudblood. Tell me were my rooms are, so I can make sure I put an anti-bookworm and fifthly blood charm on it." Sneered Malfoy.

"ah-ha…" replied Hermione, who was rather occupied at the moment. "Your room is up the stair…kinda to the right…yep…alright, you can find your way…" and she put her nose back in the book.

"I swear, for one who is intelligent, your replies are sure hazy." Lifting his paler than pale nose in the air, Draco Malfoy walked to his room, closed the door, locked it, undressed (close your eyes!), pulled on his rubber ducky footy pajamas…I mean wife beater and boxer shorts, went to sleep, and dreamt about all the cute sixth year girls he would get to hit on this year. I'm sure if Professor Mcgonogal knew what he was dreaming about, she would have pulled his ear, slapped him, and told him to wash his mouth out for good measure. Well, we can't have everything in life.

Anyway, as soon as he had closed his door, Hermione chuckled. Why? The image of his last words brought to mind the picture of a magic eight ball. Which combined with the ecstasy of the first day at school, and fatigue of a long train ride, the paleness of Malfoy, and the crackling of the fire, it makes one silly situation.


Author's Note: Virtual cookie for anyone who reviews! Chocolate or Almond? That is the question! (Famous line from Shakespeare.)

And for those who want some Draco+Hermione romance, so sorry but you might have too wait a while longer. You see I have this whole plot thing in my mind…and well, I can't tell you or it would give it away! Just get ready for some twisters and turners! (And some letdowns. I know, life is harsh. Pass the Kleenex.)