The Snake and the Lion
Chapter 3
Hermione sighed and walked into McGonagall's office. She glared at the figure sitting on the arm chair, the blonde-haired Slytherin exchanged the gesture. McGonagall walked in and looked at the both of them, "I trust that you two have packed?"
They both nodded, dazed. She handed them their badges and sent them to their dorm. They glared at each other once more and Draco muttered the password McGonagall told them. Hermione's red bags were in front of what must've been her room, with green and black trunks on Malfoy's side. In between the two bedrooms was a door, which they presumed to be the lou.
Draco sauntered over to the couch in front of the crackling fire that was spitting bright, harmless embers. Hermione sat there, still processing. I have to live with Draco Malfoy..
"So, mudblood," he emphasized it. "Now that we're living together, we have to lay some rules" When he said 'living together' he had cringed. Hermione had sat down at the farther end of the couch. Predjudice bastard. Was all Hermione was thinking, her hand was balled into a fist. So tightly clenched her knuckles were white.
Draco rolled his eyes, "You will be gone when I have guests, understand?"
Hermione scoffed, "Look here Malfoy, I'm not going to follow your orders. Let's just keep out of each other's way and maybe both of us will come home alive at the end of term."
"Whatever mudblood, as long as me seeing your face is kept to a minimum."
Hermione got up and proceeded to her bedroom. She was actually kind of relieved to have her own room, even if it meant sharing a common room with Malfoy, even a bathroom. She lugged her bags in and turned her head to the left and saw Malfoy lifting his bags by magic. Normally she would have unpacked by hand but she was still ticked off about the fact she had to live with a Malfoy.
The trunk unlatched and her clothes danced into her closet. The muggle pictures of her family were set on the bedside table, followed by the Wizard World picture of herself, Ron, and Harry. Follwed by a picture of her and Ginny.
Meanwhile in Draco's room.
He had finished unpacking as well. He kicked the empty suitcase, he paced for a moment, and then picked up the heavy trunk and threw it across the room. He mouthed a spell and the suit case stopped from crashing into the window, and floated gently back to the ground. He decided to get some rest in common room, it had more air. The thing that was he was apparently running out of. As he walked in he ruffled his hair, he saw frizzy brown curls stick out from the top of the couch. He sighed, "I thought I clarifed that I didn't want to see your face?"
Suddenly ginger and black hair arose with the brown hair as well. His frown deepened, "Potter, Weasel."
They glared. Ron turned and spoke to Hermione, "Don't throw yourself off the Astronomy tower, okay?" She nodded, and hugged him. Harry averted his gaze from Malfoy's piercing grey eyes, "Ginny said she'll be here with the girls to pick you up tomorrow." She nodded again, and they hugged. Harry and Ron stepped out of the portrait hole and went to who-knows-where.
Hermione sat back down, not realizing that Draco had sat down while she was hugging Ron. "So, have one them bedded you yet?"
Hermione jumped at Draco's voice, and glared at his vulgar comment. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
He scoffed, "Sure, whatever, mudblood" She hexed him and he cluthced his stomach in pain. Momentarily he stopped, breathing heavy he looked at Hermione. He was mad, but he knew he was annoying her so he didn't lose his focus. He regained his composure, "So, really? Nothing?"
She rolled her eyes, "Harry's still running after Cho, and Ron has Kristy"
He shrugged, "And you?" He asked inching closer. Her eyes dropped, "...I-I don't see how that's any of your damned buisness, Malfoy."
He raised his hands in mock surrender, "Whatever, I'm going out."
As he was in the middle of stepping out of the portrait hole his head popped back into the room, "Oh, and we have patrol later tonight."
Hermione dragged her feet to her room, and fell into her bed. She picked up the schedule parchment she dropped on the floor earlier. She sighed as it said there in black and white;
Prefect Schedule
Saturday: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy
Were they trying to drive them into madness? She sighed and picked up Hogwarts: A History and began reading it for the twenty-third time. The clock struck, and she sighed. Eight o'clock, she'd read through the whole time. She sat up and straightened her wrinkled skirt. She grabbed her wand and stepped out of the portrait hole, as she stepped into the dark corridoor she and was untucking her shirt a voice startled her, "Granger."
She dropped her wand. She bent down to pick it up and turned to the towering dark figure, "Why do you take so much joy out of scaring me shitless?"
"Lumos." She muttered and her wand sparked to life, she raised the light to where Draco was and he shrugged. "Let's get this over with." She muttered as she brushed past him. He jogged lighlty and caught up, "I'm not exaclty ecstatic about this either, Granger, so don't act like it."
She sped up, and lowly said, "Whatever." They walked about for a while, and once they reached they second floor Draco piped up, "Hey, Granger?"
"What?" She asked moving her wand to the left so she could peer down the hallway. They took a few steps up the winding stair case and he spoke, "You cuss?"
She turned wandlight on to him, "What?" She asked, brow furrowed. "Back there, at the portrait hole, you said shitless."
He sighed, "Yes, Malfoy I do cuss. As unbelievable as it may seem I do."
"Huh, Goody Granger. Cussing. That's the highlight of term."
She rolled her eyes, "Only when the situation calls for it. I don't go crazy with it like others. Not like, you."
His eyes glazed over, and he used wandlight to look at the clock above them. "We're done."
The walk back was silent, as Draco muttered the password he put a hand out to gesture Hermione in. "After you, mudblood." She ground her teeth and walked in. He followed after, "What, no bone-crushing hex?"
She continued to her door, her hand on the knob she turned, "I'm tired. But if you insist."
"W-wait!" Draco protested, but too late. Horns were now spurting out of Draco's head. He screamed when he saw his reflection. Hermione smirked at her work, and said from behind the closed door, "See you in the morning. Oh, and I don't think Madam Pomfrey is up this late. So I'll see you and your horns in the morning." She snickered and set a lock on the door, then she charmed it again so that alohomora wouldn't open it. She didn't wanna wake up with antlers, or anything. She fell asleep, smiling.
A/N: So..? Btw, Kristy, is an OC (of me) Haha. Now, people are reading, but no one says hi? That's cold.
