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Hermione awoke the next morning to a large amount of giggling. She rolled over, and pulled her pillow over her morning-bushy hair, and ears.
"Hermione!"
Partivi and Lavender bounded onto her bed. She sat up, and looked at the two of them.
"Pardon me, but what the bloody hell are you two doing?"
"God Mione, four whole months with Draco," Lavender said quickly
"That's well, 30 times four, carry the one, that's 120 days!" Partivi said quickly.
"And 120 days at twice a night-"
"-at least-"
"-yeah he is a Malfoy, that's-"
"240 times!" they screamed together.
"240 times for what, the Ferret and I hexing each other."
"Not hexing each other 'Mione, fu-"
"Eww!" Hermione screamed, as the thought became clear.
"Hermione, can you really say no to him?" Lavender asked, brushing her blonde hair behind her many-hooped ear.
"Yes Lavender, I can, this is Malfoy for Merlin's sake," she said rolling out of bed. She dug through her muggle clothes while the other girls began to talk about how Draco was flawless.
"Mione his eyes are beautiful."
"Yeah, flames really suit him well," she replied pulling her shirt over her head.
"Well, his lips are perfect for-"
"-Spiting venom," Hermione said as she pulled her skirt up.
"Well, is skin is a soft as-"
"-Sandpaper," she sat back down on her bed, and pulled her shoes on.
"Hermione, if you don't care, then why are you wearing a baby-tee midriff, a mini skirt, and sandals?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and pulled the crimson sweater hanging on one of her posts off. She slid it quickly over her head. There was a moving lion, which traipsed about the bottom edge, and a Calligraphy style "H" was in the lower right corner.
"Ok, Lavender, 1. It's called an undershirt, 2. My uniform skirt is longer than this, and 3. I already packed my other shoes. Any questions?" she asked, and swooped her long hair into an elastic in an annoyed fashion.
"Whatever you say, Hermione, have fun," her bunkmates hugged her, and walked out of the room. She looked upwards, and pointed a finger.
"That is possibly to only perk to this whole thing."
"What is? I hope it's not being away from us," came the kind voice of-
"Harry, of course not, but I am in a hurry, I'm fooing out in fifteen minutes."
"Bye then Hermione," Ron said, his mouth full of jellied pastry.
Hermione looked at him, from head to toe, then scoffed quietly to herself, I had a crush on him?
"I'll owl you, Hedwing can find anyone anywhere," Harry said, and Hermione hugged him, then Ron.
"I'm really gonna miss you, guys," she said as she made her way to the portrait hole.
"'Mione, you forgot your trunk," Ron said, making his way down the spiral staircase.
"No, I'll summon it from Professor McGonagall's office, it's easier that way."
Hermione parted from them with one last hug at the Great Hall, and Hermione made her way into the Professor's office. Draco was sitting in the chair infront of the desk, and Professor McGonagall behind it.
"Are you ready to go, Ms. Granger?"
"Yes ma'am," she replied quickly, "Accio Trunk!" she said with her wand, and soon her trunk was sitting in front of her. McGonagall took a tin that Hermione recognized as a muggle Altiods container, and opened the lid, glittering powder sat on the shiny inside of the case.
"Mudblood's first," Draco hissed in her ear, and she turned and glared at him.
"Interhouse, Ms. Granger."
"Excuse me?"
"For the Foo powder, Interhouse,"
"Oh, right," she tossed the powder into the cackling flames, and they turned blinding emerald green. She stepped forward, and into the flames, "INTERHOUSE." She felt sucked down quickly, and was spinning, she wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach, and ducked her head to avoid the soot. Soon she felt the drain stop, and she regained her self quickly enough to not fall on her face when getting out. She stepped forward, and into a large parlor room. Dark polished hardwood grazed the ground. An Oriental rug sat on top of it. A glass topped coffee table sat between two navy Victorian couches. She stepped off the marble fireplace, and walked around the couches. There was a picture window that overlooked the couches, and a bookcase on either side of it. She ran her finger tips over the navy wallpaper, and made her way over to a door with a gold plaque on it reading Hermione, she twisted the doorknob and the door squeaked slightly as it opened. The same dark hardwood remained in here, a dark crimson rug was underneath a large four poster, and a bedspread identical to the one on her bed in the Gryfinndor Tower was on her bed. The nightstand on either side of her bed had an elegant golden candle stand. Turning she saw a chest of drawers against the wall with door, and another door was adjacent to it. She stepped into it, and found a bathtub like that in the Prefect's Bathroom, and a chandler hung above it. The marble furniture as well as floor was streaked with gold, and the crimson walls held a golden shimmer. A terry-clothe robe hung on a hook behind the door. She stepped back out into the living room just in time to see Draco gracefully step into the living room, and look around.
"You just gonna leave that hunk of junk there?" he said, and pointed to her trunk, which was standing on end in the fireplace.
"Oops," she walked over, and pulled it out, and next to Draco's.
He walked over to the door on the wall opposite her room, which had a silver plaque labeled Draco. His room was identical to Hermione's only with Slytherin colors.
Hermione ventured further into the house, and found a small kitchen with a refrigerator, microwave, stove, sink, and counter, which extended out, and had four stools on one side of it. There was another door next to the fridge, but it only came up to her waist, and a small gold plaque on the door read "Blinky." She stepped forward, and rapped lightly. A small house elf came out of the door. She had a head the exact size and shape a pumpkin, a tomato like nose, and large tennis ball green eyes.
"Yes ma'am?" the small elf said.
"Oh, nothing just wondering," she dug into her pocket, and retrieved a badge, "Are these clothes?" she asked quickly.
"No ma'am," Blinky said.
"Ok, I'm not setting you free," she bent down and pinned the badge to the elf's toga. She stepped back and smiled. Large green letters read S.P.E.W. on the elf's badge.
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Hermione awoke the next morning to a large amount of giggling. She rolled over, and pulled her pillow over her morning-bushy hair, and ears.
"Hermione!"
Partivi and Lavender bounded onto her bed. She sat up, and looked at the two of them.
"Pardon me, but what the bloody hell are you two doing?"
"God Mione, four whole months with Draco," Lavender said quickly
"That's well, 30 times four, carry the one, that's 120 days!" Partivi said quickly.
"And 120 days at twice a night-"
"-at least-"
"-yeah he is a Malfoy, that's-"
"240 times!" they screamed together.
"240 times for what, the Ferret and I hexing each other."
"Not hexing each other 'Mione, fu-"
"Eww!" Hermione screamed, as the thought became clear.
"Hermione, can you really say no to him?" Lavender asked, brushing her blonde hair behind her many-hooped ear.
"Yes Lavender, I can, this is Malfoy for Merlin's sake," she said rolling out of bed. She dug through her muggle clothes while the other girls began to talk about how Draco was flawless.
"Mione his eyes are beautiful."
"Yeah, flames really suit him well," she replied pulling her shirt over her head.
"Well, his lips are perfect for-"
"-Spiting venom," Hermione said as she pulled her skirt up.
"Well, is skin is a soft as-"
"-Sandpaper," she sat back down on her bed, and pulled her shoes on.
"Hermione, if you don't care, then why are you wearing a baby-tee midriff, a mini skirt, and sandals?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and pulled the crimson sweater hanging on one of her posts off. She slid it quickly over her head. There was a moving lion, which traipsed about the bottom edge, and a Calligraphy style "H" was in the lower right corner.
"Ok, Lavender, 1. It's called an undershirt, 2. My uniform skirt is longer than this, and 3. I already packed my other shoes. Any questions?" she asked, and swooped her long hair into an elastic in an annoyed fashion.
"Whatever you say, Hermione, have fun," her bunkmates hugged her, and walked out of the room. She looked upwards, and pointed a finger.
"That is possibly to only perk to this whole thing."
"What is? I hope it's not being away from us," came the kind voice of-
"Harry, of course not, but I am in a hurry, I'm fooing out in fifteen minutes."
"Bye then Hermione," Ron said, his mouth full of jellied pastry.
Hermione looked at him, from head to toe, then scoffed quietly to herself, I had a crush on him?
"I'll owl you, Hedwing can find anyone anywhere," Harry said, and Hermione hugged him, then Ron.
"I'm really gonna miss you, guys," she said as she made her way to the portrait hole.
"'Mione, you forgot your trunk," Ron said, making his way down the spiral staircase.
"No, I'll summon it from Professor McGonagall's office, it's easier that way."
Hermione parted from them with one last hug at the Great Hall, and Hermione made her way into the Professor's office. Draco was sitting in the chair infront of the desk, and Professor McGonagall behind it.
"Are you ready to go, Ms. Granger?"
"Yes ma'am," she replied quickly, "Accio Trunk!" she said with her wand, and soon her trunk was sitting in front of her. McGonagall took a tin that Hermione recognized as a muggle Altiods container, and opened the lid, glittering powder sat on the shiny inside of the case.
"Mudblood's first," Draco hissed in her ear, and she turned and glared at him.
"Interhouse, Ms. Granger."
"Excuse me?"
"For the Foo powder, Interhouse,"
"Oh, right," she tossed the powder into the cackling flames, and they turned blinding emerald green. She stepped forward, and into the flames, "INTERHOUSE." She felt sucked down quickly, and was spinning, she wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach, and ducked her head to avoid the soot. Soon she felt the drain stop, and she regained her self quickly enough to not fall on her face when getting out. She stepped forward, and into a large parlor room. Dark polished hardwood grazed the ground. An Oriental rug sat on top of it. A glass topped coffee table sat between two navy Victorian couches. She stepped off the marble fireplace, and walked around the couches. There was a picture window that overlooked the couches, and a bookcase on either side of it. She ran her finger tips over the navy wallpaper, and made her way over to a door with a gold plaque on it reading Hermione, she twisted the doorknob and the door squeaked slightly as it opened. The same dark hardwood remained in here, a dark crimson rug was underneath a large four poster, and a bedspread identical to the one on her bed in the Gryfinndor Tower was on her bed. The nightstand on either side of her bed had an elegant golden candle stand. Turning she saw a chest of drawers against the wall with door, and another door was adjacent to it. She stepped into it, and found a bathtub like that in the Prefect's Bathroom, and a chandler hung above it. The marble furniture as well as floor was streaked with gold, and the crimson walls held a golden shimmer. A terry-clothe robe hung on a hook behind the door. She stepped back out into the living room just in time to see Draco gracefully step into the living room, and look around.
"You just gonna leave that hunk of junk there?" he said, and pointed to her trunk, which was standing on end in the fireplace.
"Oops," she walked over, and pulled it out, and next to Draco's.
He walked over to the door on the wall opposite her room, which had a silver plaque labeled Draco. His room was identical to Hermione's only with Slytherin colors.
Hermione ventured further into the house, and found a small kitchen with a refrigerator, microwave, stove, sink, and counter, which extended out, and had four stools on one side of it. There was another door next to the fridge, but it only came up to her waist, and a small gold plaque on the door read "Blinky." She stepped forward, and rapped lightly. A small house elf came out of the door. She had a head the exact size and shape a pumpkin, a tomato like nose, and large tennis ball green eyes.
"Yes ma'am?" the small elf said.
"Oh, nothing just wondering," she dug into her pocket, and retrieved a badge, "Are these clothes?" she asked quickly.
"No ma'am," Blinky said.
"Ok, I'm not setting you free," she bent down and pinned the badge to the elf's toga. She stepped back and smiled. Large green letters read S.P.E.W. on the elf's badge.
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A/N: Hey, what do ya think? This chapter is longer! PLEASE REVIEW!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!
Love Ya!!
Trip