The time quickly passed, and soon Hermione and Draco were standing outside
their new living quarters. Both Professor Snape and professor migonigal
stood beside them "Now lesion up, because I'm only going to say this once,
there is to be no fighting because you both need to set examples for your
fellow piers." Professor Migonigal said sharply.
Both Draco and Hermione looked at each other mournfully." The password is o open Slithendore. Snape said. Both teachers walked away as the entrance started to open. Once inside Hermione gasped, it was a beautiful sight. Half of the room was painted a bright red, with a cheery fire, and rows and rows of books. There was also a window overlooking the lake, and near that was a door with a gold nameplate with the words H.G. The other side didn't look nearly as inviting, there was a fire, only the fire was silver blue
There were also rows of books only they were either all on potions or on dark arts. There was a window too, only it was overlooking the dark forest, and in the corner were two double doors and a large silver nameplate read D.M. Hermione turned around and for the fist time really looked at Draco, he wasn't smiling, she couldn't read his expression, it was as if he almost looked lost. Before Hermione could turn away Draco quickly turned his head meeting her gaze. They stood like that for a while until Draco snorted "See something you like Granger?" Hermione rolled her eyes and said "You wish" and with that she turned on her heel and walked away.
Later that night Hermione yawned and hugged her stuffed teddy bear, Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, she looked very different her hair was smooth and shiny, she had fuller lips and she started to wear things that didn't cover up her body. Her friend gave her a makeover about a week before she left for Hogwarts, as a b-day present. She had to admit she would look even better with makeup on, but she didn't see the point. She wasn't trying to impress anyone; she was just tiring to live her life as a 16-year-old girl.
But the thing was she was scared, she was scared because when she looked at Malfoy she felt very strange, the only time she ever felt that way was with Victor, and they were no longer going out.
Hermione slowly shut her eyes and drifted off in a deep sleep, her reading book lay forgotten on the table. Slowly dreams started to float inside her head as she went slipped outside of reality.
Both Draco and Hermione looked at each other mournfully." The password is o open Slithendore. Snape said. Both teachers walked away as the entrance started to open. Once inside Hermione gasped, it was a beautiful sight. Half of the room was painted a bright red, with a cheery fire, and rows and rows of books. There was also a window overlooking the lake, and near that was a door with a gold nameplate with the words H.G. The other side didn't look nearly as inviting, there was a fire, only the fire was silver blue
There were also rows of books only they were either all on potions or on dark arts. There was a window too, only it was overlooking the dark forest, and in the corner were two double doors and a large silver nameplate read D.M. Hermione turned around and for the fist time really looked at Draco, he wasn't smiling, she couldn't read his expression, it was as if he almost looked lost. Before Hermione could turn away Draco quickly turned his head meeting her gaze. They stood like that for a while until Draco snorted "See something you like Granger?" Hermione rolled her eyes and said "You wish" and with that she turned on her heel and walked away.
Later that night Hermione yawned and hugged her stuffed teddy bear, Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, she looked very different her hair was smooth and shiny, she had fuller lips and she started to wear things that didn't cover up her body. Her friend gave her a makeover about a week before she left for Hogwarts, as a b-day present. She had to admit she would look even better with makeup on, but she didn't see the point. She wasn't trying to impress anyone; she was just tiring to live her life as a 16-year-old girl.
But the thing was she was scared, she was scared because when she looked at Malfoy she felt very strange, the only time she ever felt that way was with Victor, and they were no longer going out.
Hermione slowly shut her eyes and drifted off in a deep sleep, her reading book lay forgotten on the table. Slowly dreams started to float inside her head as she went slipped outside of reality.