1 Chapter 10

Draco stood in the middle of the room, looking around. It had three single beds in it, and he envied Hermione getting a room to herself. He had to share with Harry and Christian, who were currently sitting on Harry's bed kissing like they'd just invented it. Still, thought Draco, at least he was close to Harry. He looked over at his bed on the other side of the room, and leaped onto it. The enormous creaking of springs as he landed made Harry and Christian jump away from each other. Draco would have laughed at the guilty looks on their faces if he hadn't been frowning. Why do I always get the worst beds? he thought.

They were staying in a muggle hotel that was currently the headquarters for their side in the war. Unbeknownst to the elderly muggle who owned it, the hotel was filled with the best wizards and witches in the world, who had all flocked here to help wage the war against Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

While Draco was lying on his back staring at the ceiling, Hermione poked her head around the door.

"Meeting in room 305," she said shortly, then disappeared from view, shutting the door behind her. Obviously still upset by our 'betrayal,' Draco thought with amusement. After pulling apart Harry and Christian, who were too wrapped up with each other to notice Hermione, Draco walked out of the door, in search of room 305.