Ch. 4
After a nice dinner with her friends, Harry and Ron, Hermione parted ways with them as she made her way back to her new room. She walked along the corridors, humming happily to herself as she remembered what had happened just a little earlier that afternoon.
She made it to the statue of the Unicorn and stood silently in front of it as she thought about whether or not she should go in. iIt's/i your iroom, too, Hermione./i She told herself. iYou just go in there and find your room! Pay no attention to him! He's just trying to annoy you./i Hermione took a deep breath and braced herself for what she would find when she entered. She opened the door quickly and walked in. It shut behind her. She waited a moment to hear a sly comment from Malfoy, but was surprised when nothing happened.
"Good." She said, rather relieved. "He's gone." She then proceeded to look for her room. There were so many doors and two different staircases. It would take her an eternity to find her bed, so she set off instantly.
The first door she opened lead to a bathroom, the next, to a study. The following five or six doors proved to be no more helpful than the first two. Hermione bit her lip and decided to keep going. If all else failed, she knew she could sleep on the couch.
Hermione slowly walked to the last door in the hallway. "It'd ibetter/i be this one!" She complained irritably. Just as she reached for the door knob, Draco's cold voice sounded.
"What are you doing, Mudblood?!" He asked angrily.
"I'm looking for my room, idiot! What else?!" She spat back.
"Well you won't have any luck in this hallway. That's my room." He approached her slowly then stopped. "Your room is in the opposite hallway in the same spot."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Thanks for telling me inow/i - after I spent such a long time looking for it!"
"Oh, don't exaggerate.how long could it have taken you to open a few doors and look behind them?"
"Longer than it should've taken! I can tell you that right now!" Hermione yelled back at him. She continued to rant on about how tired she was and how many doors there were for about five minutes until she noticed the smug look on Draco's face. "What?!" She asked furiously.
"Oh, nothing." Draco had a slight smile on his face.
"No, really! What is it?" Hermione was now beginning to get extremely annoyed. "Is there something wrong with me?!"
Draco began to laugh. "Don't worry about it, dear. It's nothing bad.." He told her, shaking his head.
"Fine. I'm going to bed." Hermione turned around swiftly and began to walk down the hallway when she felt a sudden slap on her bottom. She jutted back round and glared into Draco's grey eyes. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm doing as I please." He responded, a cool smile on his face.
Hermione just watched him quietly through narrowed eyes, staring him up and down. She had never really taken a good look at Draco Malfoy before, and when she got down to the truth, she wasn't half disappointed at what she saw, either. She looked him over, his firm, semi-muscular body, his soft eyes, his large hands, his - iWait. What am I thinking?/i Hermione stopped herself before she could continue examining him. Without saying a word, Hermione turned around again and proceeded toward her room. Draco entered his and shut the door behind him.
After a nice dinner with her friends, Harry and Ron, Hermione parted ways with them as she made her way back to her new room. She walked along the corridors, humming happily to herself as she remembered what had happened just a little earlier that afternoon.
She made it to the statue of the Unicorn and stood silently in front of it as she thought about whether or not she should go in. iIt's/i your iroom, too, Hermione./i She told herself. iYou just go in there and find your room! Pay no attention to him! He's just trying to annoy you./i Hermione took a deep breath and braced herself for what she would find when she entered. She opened the door quickly and walked in. It shut behind her. She waited a moment to hear a sly comment from Malfoy, but was surprised when nothing happened.
"Good." She said, rather relieved. "He's gone." She then proceeded to look for her room. There were so many doors and two different staircases. It would take her an eternity to find her bed, so she set off instantly.
The first door she opened lead to a bathroom, the next, to a study. The following five or six doors proved to be no more helpful than the first two. Hermione bit her lip and decided to keep going. If all else failed, she knew she could sleep on the couch.
Hermione slowly walked to the last door in the hallway. "It'd ibetter/i be this one!" She complained irritably. Just as she reached for the door knob, Draco's cold voice sounded.
"What are you doing, Mudblood?!" He asked angrily.
"I'm looking for my room, idiot! What else?!" She spat back.
"Well you won't have any luck in this hallway. That's my room." He approached her slowly then stopped. "Your room is in the opposite hallway in the same spot."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Thanks for telling me inow/i - after I spent such a long time looking for it!"
"Oh, don't exaggerate.how long could it have taken you to open a few doors and look behind them?"
"Longer than it should've taken! I can tell you that right now!" Hermione yelled back at him. She continued to rant on about how tired she was and how many doors there were for about five minutes until she noticed the smug look on Draco's face. "What?!" She asked furiously.
"Oh, nothing." Draco had a slight smile on his face.
"No, really! What is it?" Hermione was now beginning to get extremely annoyed. "Is there something wrong with me?!"
Draco began to laugh. "Don't worry about it, dear. It's nothing bad.." He told her, shaking his head.
"Fine. I'm going to bed." Hermione turned around swiftly and began to walk down the hallway when she felt a sudden slap on her bottom. She jutted back round and glared into Draco's grey eyes. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm doing as I please." He responded, a cool smile on his face.
Hermione just watched him quietly through narrowed eyes, staring him up and down. She had never really taken a good look at Draco Malfoy before, and when she got down to the truth, she wasn't half disappointed at what she saw, either. She looked him over, his firm, semi-muscular body, his soft eyes, his large hands, his - iWait. What am I thinking?/i Hermione stopped herself before she could continue examining him. Without saying a word, Hermione turned around again and proceeded toward her room. Draco entered his and shut the door behind him.