Continued...
The two thirds of the Golden Trio walked back to the hotel. Hermoine describing her hectic day yesterday. And Harry explained how he had been asked to prepare a speech. "I'm sure your going to do great. The Chosen One is a multitasker. Writing speeches, remembering to dress up nice, and being friends with me." Hermoine joked. "Very funny. But seriously Mione I need help with this speech." He worried.
"I'll help you. But one little problem. Malfoy is sharing my room. And no we are not together. The guy was to slow to get to check in. I ran a good seven blocks to get here." She explained. "I'm sure we'll be fine. We've been on okay terms." Harry assured her. "Alright. We can talk over lunch. I need to shower. I just ran to a coffee shop. Literally ran." She emphasized the running factor. "Why?" Harry asked as they walked through the hotel doors.
"I raced Snape. He challenged me. I won so he bought." She replied as they approached the check in counter. "Reservation for Potter." Harry told the woman. "Of course Mr. Potter. Here's your Keycard." The woman smiled at him. Harry gave her a nod and they walked towards the elevator.
"So... your telling me you got up this morning. Raced Snape to a coffee shop. Ran into me literally. And are sharing a room with Malfoy. Oh and were having lunch later." He smiled pressing the button to the twelfth floor.
"Basically. Oh and Lavender and Ron are right down the hall from me." She grunted. "That is bad." Harry agreed. They stepped out and Harry's room was next to hers. They agreed on twelve for lunch and parted ways.
Hermoine entered the room and let the door close behind her. Malfoy wasn't in the living room. She suspected he had gone out. The door to the bedroom was open. She entered to find him sleeping on the bed. She felt a small smirk creep onto her face as he snored lightly. She shook her head not letting her head get to her. She grabbed one of the bags with new clothes and headed into the bathroom.
She quietly shut the door behind her and set down the bag. She quickly took a shower. She dressed into a black shirt, basic skinny jeans, black boots with a bit of a heel, and a long burgundy sweater. She put on a little silver crescent necklace she had bought yesterday to finish it off.
She pinned half her hair back but let some rest on her shoulders. She applied neutral makeup and was happy with the outcome. She cleaned up her other clothes and picked up the bag. Quietly setting them next to the bed. She grabbed the canvas bag and slung it over her shoulder. She walked across the carpet quietly. She got to the door but accidentally tripped over a pair of her shoes and hitting the door with a thud.
She saw him sit up. "Sorry." She whispered apologetically. "What time is it?" He asked running a hand through his messy hair. "Almost twelve." She answerd. "Sorry again for waking you." She smiled weakly. "It's alright. About time to get up anyway." He assured her as he stretched. She walked out the door and into the living room. He looked terrible so she wrote a little note and put the hangover potion on top of it.
She walked out the door to find Harry closing his. "Shall we?" He asked. "Sure." She smiled.
