A/N: I hope this is better than the last
Disclaimer: That lucky little Rowling owns MY Draco! And the other characters. I only made up the story.
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Once they got out of the carriages, Hermione was nearly run-over by Ron and Harry. They were running at her yelling "Hermione! Hermione!" Oh no. I never met up with them on the train. They'll be totally pissed, Hermione thought. "Hi, sorry, I just went into an empty compartment and fell asleep. Not much sleep. Up studying," Hermione said, hoping they would buy it. They did. Even though they are my best friends, they can be so dim, Hermione thought. She looked up at Malfoy, who was looking back at her, and he mouthed "See you later." Aller à l'enfer(A/N: French, Aller à l'enfer=Go to hell), Ane muet(A/N: dumbass), Hermione thought. Ron and Harry were acting so worried, but then went right back to talking about Quidditch. Typical, Hermione thought to herself.
A couple minutes later, they were in the Great Hall, and Hermione was sitting next to Draco, as they were at a special table reserved for Heads and Prefects. They were just about to fall asleep of boredom when Professor Dumbledore finally started his speech. "As you all probably know now, we have our new Head Girl, Hermione Granger, and our Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. Our Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher is Professor Delacour." There was great applause towards this. Everyone remembered Fleur. Hermione looked at Ron. He had buried his head in Ginny's shoulder to try and hide his face. Hermione laughed. "And, if you have talked to Hagrid, you will know that we have a new addition to the facilities; a stable. We have horses, winged horses, and unicorns. You can choose to ride in your free time if you wish, but it is mandatory that you take the lesson course with Hagrid. We have a dressage ring, a jumping arena, and two paddocks for flatwork." Hermione was ecstatic. She loved riding. It had become one of her biggest passions. She jumped out of her chair and danced. She then realised that everyone in the Great Hall was staring at her, and sat down. "We will have shows monthly. All who wish to participate may sign up with Professor McGonagall." Hermione caught McGonagall's eye and mouthed to her that she wanted to be in the shows. Professor McGonagall nodded and smiled. She ate the as-always magnificent feast and walked with Mafloy and Professor Dumbledore to the portrait of a winged horse flying through a night sky. "The password to your dormitory is 'Just open up for god's sake' (A/N: It's all I could think of!). There is access to the kitchens, the library, and my office. I trust you will have no trouble making yourselves comfortable. "No trouble at all, Professor," Malfoy said. The said 'just open up for god's sake' and went inside. Hermione suspected she wouldn't need the library; this place had tons and tons of bookshelves. There was a 10-foot-long, 5-foot-high fireplace in the wall. It was lit. There were two loveseats on each side of the room, one green and one red. Then there was a black couch in the middle, in front of the fireplace. There was a big table for work in the side of the room. The floor was soft white carpet. There were two doors, one with a lion on it, one with a serpent on it, on either side of the room. Then there was a door with "KITCHEN" written on it, and a door with "LIBRARY" on it, and a door with "OFFICE" on it. Then there was a door with nothing on it, obviously the bathroom. They both looked at each other and grinned. They would have no trouble getting comfortable here. "Let's check out the bathroom," Malfoy said. They did. It was huge. There was a bath that was the size of a pool. It had different types of bubble bath and different settings; cold, warm, and hot. "I'm going to go to my room," Hermione said. "Me too," Draco replied. Hermione ran to her room. Her things were put away in exactly the places she would want them to be. Her bed was king-sized with a red comforter and gold pillows. Draco's room looked nearly the same, but with a green comforter and black pillows. They walked out of their rooms. "Wow," Hermione said. "Yeah," Draco agreed. He sat down on the big couch. "Look, Hermione, I'm sorry about what I said on the train," Malfoy said, embarrassed. "Really, Malfoy, Really? Save it for someone who cares," Hermione said, and walked off to her room. "Oh, ce petit sac de shit, j'espère qu'il brûle dans l'enfer, bien qu'il peut embrasser tout à fait bien, mais il m'a appelé un sang de boue, qui est inacceptable, et bien qu'il était agréable m'un peu cela aurait pu être un acte, et je pense que j'arrêterai la conversation en français si vous gars peuvent me comprendre.," Hermione ranted. (A/N: If you speak French, you can read that. If you can't, it basically describes how Malfoy is a shit bag and she hopes he burns in hell.) "He's a total a-," she said but someone opened the door. "I'm a total what? Look, Granger, I don't care what you have to say about me, even if it is all in bloody French, I could care less if you cursed the living daylights out of me. Because we have no relationship whatsoever, and I speak French," Malfoy said, nearly all in one word, and slammed the door as he left. Bang. God dammit, Hermione thought, He speaks French.
Disclaimer: That lucky little Rowling owns MY Draco! And the other characters. I only made up the story.
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Once they got out of the carriages, Hermione was nearly run-over by Ron and Harry. They were running at her yelling "Hermione! Hermione!" Oh no. I never met up with them on the train. They'll be totally pissed, Hermione thought. "Hi, sorry, I just went into an empty compartment and fell asleep. Not much sleep. Up studying," Hermione said, hoping they would buy it. They did. Even though they are my best friends, they can be so dim, Hermione thought. She looked up at Malfoy, who was looking back at her, and he mouthed "See you later." Aller à l'enfer(A/N: French, Aller à l'enfer=Go to hell), Ane muet(A/N: dumbass), Hermione thought. Ron and Harry were acting so worried, but then went right back to talking about Quidditch. Typical, Hermione thought to herself.
A couple minutes later, they were in the Great Hall, and Hermione was sitting next to Draco, as they were at a special table reserved for Heads and Prefects. They were just about to fall asleep of boredom when Professor Dumbledore finally started his speech. "As you all probably know now, we have our new Head Girl, Hermione Granger, and our Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. Our Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher is Professor Delacour." There was great applause towards this. Everyone remembered Fleur. Hermione looked at Ron. He had buried his head in Ginny's shoulder to try and hide his face. Hermione laughed. "And, if you have talked to Hagrid, you will know that we have a new addition to the facilities; a stable. We have horses, winged horses, and unicorns. You can choose to ride in your free time if you wish, but it is mandatory that you take the lesson course with Hagrid. We have a dressage ring, a jumping arena, and two paddocks for flatwork." Hermione was ecstatic. She loved riding. It had become one of her biggest passions. She jumped out of her chair and danced. She then realised that everyone in the Great Hall was staring at her, and sat down. "We will have shows monthly. All who wish to participate may sign up with Professor McGonagall." Hermione caught McGonagall's eye and mouthed to her that she wanted to be in the shows. Professor McGonagall nodded and smiled. She ate the as-always magnificent feast and walked with Mafloy and Professor Dumbledore to the portrait of a winged horse flying through a night sky. "The password to your dormitory is 'Just open up for god's sake' (A/N: It's all I could think of!). There is access to the kitchens, the library, and my office. I trust you will have no trouble making yourselves comfortable. "No trouble at all, Professor," Malfoy said. The said 'just open up for god's sake' and went inside. Hermione suspected she wouldn't need the library; this place had tons and tons of bookshelves. There was a 10-foot-long, 5-foot-high fireplace in the wall. It was lit. There were two loveseats on each side of the room, one green and one red. Then there was a black couch in the middle, in front of the fireplace. There was a big table for work in the side of the room. The floor was soft white carpet. There were two doors, one with a lion on it, one with a serpent on it, on either side of the room. Then there was a door with "KITCHEN" written on it, and a door with "LIBRARY" on it, and a door with "OFFICE" on it. Then there was a door with nothing on it, obviously the bathroom. They both looked at each other and grinned. They would have no trouble getting comfortable here. "Let's check out the bathroom," Malfoy said. They did. It was huge. There was a bath that was the size of a pool. It had different types of bubble bath and different settings; cold, warm, and hot. "I'm going to go to my room," Hermione said. "Me too," Draco replied. Hermione ran to her room. Her things were put away in exactly the places she would want them to be. Her bed was king-sized with a red comforter and gold pillows. Draco's room looked nearly the same, but with a green comforter and black pillows. They walked out of their rooms. "Wow," Hermione said. "Yeah," Draco agreed. He sat down on the big couch. "Look, Hermione, I'm sorry about what I said on the train," Malfoy said, embarrassed. "Really, Malfoy, Really? Save it for someone who cares," Hermione said, and walked off to her room. "Oh, ce petit sac de shit, j'espère qu'il brûle dans l'enfer, bien qu'il peut embrasser tout à fait bien, mais il m'a appelé un sang de boue, qui est inacceptable, et bien qu'il était agréable m'un peu cela aurait pu être un acte, et je pense que j'arrêterai la conversation en français si vous gars peuvent me comprendre.," Hermione ranted. (A/N: If you speak French, you can read that. If you can't, it basically describes how Malfoy is a shit bag and she hopes he burns in hell.) "He's a total a-," she said but someone opened the door. "I'm a total what? Look, Granger, I don't care what you have to say about me, even if it is all in bloody French, I could care less if you cursed the living daylights out of me. Because we have no relationship whatsoever, and I speak French," Malfoy said, nearly all in one word, and slammed the door as he left. Bang. God dammit, Hermione thought, He speaks French.