A/N: Here's the next one! Sorry, it took a while to write it. I'm in the process of moving :) Anyways, enjoy!
Transfiguration was such an easy class, I mused. No wonder the likes of Longbottom and Lovegood were able to be accepted into it. I scoffed and sauntered down towards the dungeons. Potions on the other hand, that was a real class. Not for bumbling idiots. I continued down the ever darkening, winding staircase, not meeting a sole on the way down. The eerie green lights that illuminated the dungeon was actually quite calming to me. I missed living down here. It was certainly a superior location, especially when living with Granger was the other option. I shuddered. I could already tell I wouldn't get a moments peace with her living there with me.
Well, at least here I'll have a break from her. I sauntered into the class and Professor Slughorn nodded in my direction. "Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Malfoy." He was dressed in dark plum robes, and sporting a rather peculiar monocle. That was new. I gave him a quick nod before taking a seat in the middle section. I spread my potions stuff out at my station, focusing on arranging it as effectively as possible. My concentration broke at the sound of light footsteps entering the classroom.
"Ah! I wasn't aware you would be taking Advanced Potions this year," Slughorn boomed merrily. He shuffled towards his desk as he spoke, clearly enthused at not being stuck solely with me in his class.
"Uh yes well I had a spare and this was the only class available," her gentle voice replied, as she strode into the room and began arranging her things on the first table. Typical Granger, front and center as always.
God, even here I couldn't get away from her! I seethed silently, and continued placing my items on the worn, wooden surface in front of me.
"Alright, let us flip to page 66 and brew the "Howling Moon" potion," Slughorn sat behind his desk and attempted to look busy. I flipped through my crisp new textbook and found the page effortlessly. I scoffed under my breath, first years could do this. I rolled my eyes and began smashing and dicing some earwigs. The recipe only required a handful of ingredients, but needed to brew for almost an hour. This would certainly be a long class...
Once the hour and a half lesson was up, and my cauldron and ingredients were put away, I raced up the spiral stairs towards my dormitory. Ignoring the hungry grumble of my stomach, I narrowly avoided knocking down a pair of third years in my haste. Mumbling the password, I hurtled through the portrait hole, and strode over to my room. I locked it soundly behind me and collapsed onto my bed. If I had to suffer one more minute with Granger, I knew I would surely attempt to kill her. Her necessitate jabbering to the professors, her constant questions, and her overall presence was just pissing me off today.
I rolled off my bed and grudgingly took off my robe, tie, trousers and shirt. I hoped into bed and decided a quick nap would allow me to tolerate her if I were to see her again this evening, which I was sure would be near impossible to avoid. Before long, I drifted off into a pleasant sleep.
A loud bang woke me up, and I shot out of my bed. My heart was racing at being so rudely startled, and I heard a curse from out in the common area. Stupid Granger, probably knocked something over like the loaf she was. I took a step towards my bed before stopping as I heard a sniffle. Was she crying again? Against my better judgement, I slipped on my dark green bath robe and peered outside. Granger was sitting on the floor, holding her bloody hand, surrounded by glass.
"Merlin Granger, what did you do?" I rushed over and knelt down carefully beside her. I quickly conjured up some gauze and after a quick inspection to see that there was no glass in-bedded in the wounder, gently wrapped up her hand. I muttered another spell and the shattered glass lifted itself up and floated to the rubbish bin.
"Thanks," she muttered, clutching her hand against her chest, and leaning back against the wall.
"What happened?" I demanded, glaring at her. After all, she did wake me up over this.
"I'm sorry. I don't know the glass just slipped out of my hand and shattered and when I went to pick it up it just sliced my hand," she looked calmly over at me. I knew there was something else wrong though, while Granger was an overall pain, she wasn't clumsy. Unlike that oaf of a boyfriend of hers.
Deciding it was best to not pry, I brushed myself off and stood up. "Well, don't let it happen again. I don't want you to disturb me more than you already do," I sneered down at her and walked towards my room. I slammed the door behind me and let out a sigh, dropping the facade. Granger's company thus far hadn't been as unpleasant as I expected. Sure, it was only the second day, but no big fights yet was certainly positive. Scarface and I wouldn't have even lasted a day, I mused.
It was certainly an adjustment, being in this dormitory, and with Granger no less. I had only been here for two days and already the loneliness was starting to seep in. Sure, in my sixth and seventh year I hardly saw my friends, but I had too much going on to even notice. There had already been so many changes over the last year, that while I longed for some sort of companionship, I knew it was for naught. This year however, I was alone, and Granger was too...
A/n: A but shorter than usual, but I wanted to at least post something! I'll have more free time over the next few days so don't worry, there is more to come!