Chapter 4:

"Granger," spat Draco, who had risen from his gold encrusted seat. "Granger, get up!"

Hermione sat there in a state of shock, expressionless. Draco gave a hard tug to her arm, which caused her stumble up from the chair. "Could you be a little more gentle?" Hermione retorted back to Draco, rubbing her arm to try and relieve the pain he caused in her right forearm.

"Gentle is not my nature," he snickered, leading the way out of the aisle and into the crowd of excited young witches and wizards.

The young witches and wizards were filing out of the grand conference room, eager to check out the rooms they would be staying in. If the bathrooms were any indication of what the rooms would look like, everyone would be in for a pleasant stay at the Crown de Fluera.

"Draco, DRACO!" Hermione had to step on the back of his emerald green robes just to make him slow down. Draco stopped dead in his trail, stumbling forward and knocking into an attractive girl with blonde ringlet curls.

The blood suddenly rushed to his face, his eyes penetrating through Hermione's. It was one of the first times Hermione actually was fearful of Draco. Instantly she felt overheated and bit back on her bottom lip. Her hand dug into the side pocket of her robes where her wand was stowed. She clutched it for defense. However, Draco did nothing. He turned right back around with a huff and slowed down his stride.

Hermione was dumbfounded. Did Draco really just turn down the opportunity to humiliate her in front of a large crowd? She shook her head from side to side to try and process that thought.

Draco paused for a moment in his stride for Hermione to catch up to him. "I wonder which twit here is going to be my roommate…"

Did Draco Malfoy just make casual conversation with me? It took her a few moments to process another thought that Draco was acting amiable to her. "Uh… not sure… perhaps you'll be matched up with a boy from that Dark Arts academy you admire so much…" Hermione replied, trying to sound bored. She was still uneasy to make casual conversation with him, at least for now.

Surprisingly enough, Draco grabbed Hermione forcefully by the wrist, and she let out a gasp. "Hey! Watch it!" Is Draco really touching me? She uttered that to herself as Draco pulled them through the crowd of people and forcing their way up to the front of the line at the concierge. Draco didn't mind stepping on a few robes and jabbing his elbow into some as he tore him and Hermione to the head of the line.

"HEY WATCH IT, TOAD!" And insults in about five other languages were being blasted at the Hogwarts pair.

"Sorry! – Oh, I'm terribly sorry! OW! Draco just – ow! CALM DOWN!" She shouted at Draco and any random person she could apologize to for Draco's impatience. Finally, when they reached the front, she tugged her arm back from his grasp. "Could you have waited ten minutes, Malfoy?" There was a hint of aggression and bitterness in her tone.

Draco simply shook his head, and then tapped his pinky ring against the marble countertop. "Ahem!" He coughed, a cough that captured every bit of smugness he had inside of him. Soon, a worker for the Crown de Fluera appeared before them, clothed in a powder blue suit and a matching bellboy hat.

"Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts," he said rather bluntly, as if the bellboy was stupid. "Can you please hand over my room key please?" Draco casted Hermione a smug smile as if he was gloating to her that he was superior for cutting the line.

Hermione was baffled yet again. Why was Draco smiling at her? Finally, she gained enough disgust in his amiability and spit it out as the bellboy went to retrieve what room he would be staying in. "What's with you being decent to me?" Her eyes narrowed in on his, then moved to study his face. The same smug look stayed on his face as he cocked his head to the side.

"Oh Granger," he said condescendingly. Before he had a chance to give her a sly response, the bellboy returned, handing Draco two envelopes.

"Here you go, Mr. Malfoy. Your room key is in this envelope, and here is Ms. Granger's key as well. The two of you will be staying in 1008. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Draco's smug smile soon turned into a blank stare. Hermione thought she heard something wrong. Perhaps her impeccable hearing had a slip up or she was zoning out for a second and missed her room assignment.

"Sa-same ro-room?" She finally managed to spit out. For once Hermione was at a loss of words.

"Yes, yes! The hotel could only managed to accommodate the youth summit with fifty rooms this year, so every school is sharing a room," said the bellhop very calmly and extremely cheerfully.

"She's… Hermione's a…girl…" Draco uttered very feebly.

"Yes, yes I can see that, sir. But I'm sorry there is nothing I can do. Now, will you two please move along? We are understaffed and we have many to check in! Good day to you both. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to phone down to the desk. Thank you!"

Hermione and Draco slowly moved out of the crowd, completely dumbfounded with the task that lay before them. Never would she have thought that they would have to be living together for a week. Why! Why! WHY! She pleaded with herself. The only reason she was brought back to reality from her inner thoughts was because Draco pushed her out of the elevator when they arrived on the 10th floor.

"What was that for?" Her face scrunched up, and yet again she was rubbing her arm from a temporary wound she received from dearest Draco Malfoy.

Matter-of-factly, Draco shrugged his shoulders at her and began to lead the way to the room that they both feared sharing for the next week; room 1008.