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Chap. 7 My Back Pocket
Hermione, Jade, and Angie walked to Hermione's room, which was a flight of stairs up from her Transfiguration classroom.
Hermione took out her key and stuck it in the keyhole. She turned it and the door flew open, but stopped before it hit the wall behind it. "Creepy," Hermione whispered to herself. The door was creepy, but the room was cool.
There were two windows with a balcony, which faced the north tower, which was the Gryffindor tower. Plus, you could see the lake from there too. There was a huge Queen sized bed that was bear and needed sheets and a cover. There was a huge fireplace with a bear mantle and a portrait of Hermione on it. "Hello," said the portrait cheerfully. "Hello," Hermione said back. "Hi," Angie and Jade said to the panting. The picture Hermione just waved at them.
Hermione's clothes were already in her closet. Hermione's make-up was arranged by color on her vanity. It looked like a big rainbow. Hermione shoes were at the foot of her bed and the boxes of photos and books she brought, sat on her bed. Hermione moved to her boxes and opened all four. Three were for her books and the extra box for her pictures and frames.
"We'll be going now. Lots to get unpacked," Jade informed Hermione. "See you guys later or tomorrow," Hermione called after them. "Bye," they called back. Hermione didn't bother to shut her door. She needed to air out the room since it hadn't been occupied for a week.
Hermione then moved to her boxes of pictures and started to place them in frames.
Hermione smiled at the picture of her Ron, and Harry and graduation. It was funny to see that picture, since it had happened so long ago. The picture of her and her best friends waved up at her. She put it in a frame and set it up in the middle of her mantle. Hermione went on for hours, just placing books and pictures onto her shelves. She placed her favorite books on one side of the mantle, and all of her Transfiguration books on the other side.
"There," she said when she finished organizing her room. She looked at her watch, which had a witch and witches hats for numbers. It was 10:00 and she was feeling a bit hungry from all the organizing. So she decided it was time for a late night snack.
She walked to her mantle and grabbed her key. She walked out of the room and the door automatically closed and locked behind her. 'I'm going to have to get used to that,' she thought.
Hermione walked briskly down the stairs to her Transfiguration room. She locked that door, then headed down toward the kitchens.
When Hermione reached the portrait of the bowl of fruit, she then remembered she forgot what to do when she got here. "Shit," she said out loud. "Let me help," said an all too familiar voice from behind her. His hand reached up from behind her right shoulder and tickled the pear. It turned into a doorknob and Hermione turned it. "What? Don't I get a thank you?" he asked her when he followed her into the kitchens. "You won't get nothing from me, Malfoy, except maybe a kick in the balls," Hermione said to him. She walked into the kitchens and the house elves swarmed her and Draco, pelting them with questions like," Can Pier get you some food, miss," and, " Let Shimmer help you please, sir." "Can I have something with sugar?" Hermione asked. Around ten house elves ran to fetch any sweets they could find. "Can I have a sandwich?" Draco asked. A house elf ran up to Hermione with a plate of treacle tarts, cauldron cakes, and around ten different kinds of non- melting ice cream. "Thank you," Hermione said patting the house elf on the head.
Hermione turned, not even bothering to say goodbye to Draco, and walked out of the portrait hole. She walked up a few flights of stairs before she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Draco. "What do you want?" Hermione asked. "Just to walk you back to your room," he said. "Whatever," Hermione said waving her hand over her right shoulder.
She started to walk and he got to the side of her. "You are annoying aren't you?" Hermione asked him. She grabbed a treacle tart from the tray and took a bite. "Why don't you like me?" he asked. "For many various reasons that I will not say," she said in a one toned voice. "Why can't you name them?" he asked her. "Because that would go against the school rule of swearing," she said. Draco smirked. "Get that off your face before I personally take it off for you," Hermione snapped at him. He took it off but was still smiling faintly.
They reached Hermione's room. "Well I'm going to bed. I hope you will too," Hermione told him. "You want me to go to bed with you?" he asked in a smug tone. Hermione glared at him. "Go to hell," Hermione told him as she tried to get the keys out of her back pocket of her skirt. "Let me help you," Draco said. He stuck his hand down her back pocket. Hermione took in a sharp breath. She didn't know she was holding it until he pinched her ass. She didn't move. He pulled the keys out and put them in his hand. He moved his head to be just an inch from her ear and whispered," nice ass." He turned and walked off down toward the dungeons.
Chap. 7 My Back Pocket
Hermione, Jade, and Angie walked to Hermione's room, which was a flight of stairs up from her Transfiguration classroom.
Hermione took out her key and stuck it in the keyhole. She turned it and the door flew open, but stopped before it hit the wall behind it. "Creepy," Hermione whispered to herself. The door was creepy, but the room was cool.
There were two windows with a balcony, which faced the north tower, which was the Gryffindor tower. Plus, you could see the lake from there too. There was a huge Queen sized bed that was bear and needed sheets and a cover. There was a huge fireplace with a bear mantle and a portrait of Hermione on it. "Hello," said the portrait cheerfully. "Hello," Hermione said back. "Hi," Angie and Jade said to the panting. The picture Hermione just waved at them.
Hermione's clothes were already in her closet. Hermione's make-up was arranged by color on her vanity. It looked like a big rainbow. Hermione shoes were at the foot of her bed and the boxes of photos and books she brought, sat on her bed. Hermione moved to her boxes and opened all four. Three were for her books and the extra box for her pictures and frames.
"We'll be going now. Lots to get unpacked," Jade informed Hermione. "See you guys later or tomorrow," Hermione called after them. "Bye," they called back. Hermione didn't bother to shut her door. She needed to air out the room since it hadn't been occupied for a week.
Hermione then moved to her boxes of pictures and started to place them in frames.
Hermione smiled at the picture of her Ron, and Harry and graduation. It was funny to see that picture, since it had happened so long ago. The picture of her and her best friends waved up at her. She put it in a frame and set it up in the middle of her mantle. Hermione went on for hours, just placing books and pictures onto her shelves. She placed her favorite books on one side of the mantle, and all of her Transfiguration books on the other side.
"There," she said when she finished organizing her room. She looked at her watch, which had a witch and witches hats for numbers. It was 10:00 and she was feeling a bit hungry from all the organizing. So she decided it was time for a late night snack.
She walked to her mantle and grabbed her key. She walked out of the room and the door automatically closed and locked behind her. 'I'm going to have to get used to that,' she thought.
Hermione walked briskly down the stairs to her Transfiguration room. She locked that door, then headed down toward the kitchens.
When Hermione reached the portrait of the bowl of fruit, she then remembered she forgot what to do when she got here. "Shit," she said out loud. "Let me help," said an all too familiar voice from behind her. His hand reached up from behind her right shoulder and tickled the pear. It turned into a doorknob and Hermione turned it. "What? Don't I get a thank you?" he asked her when he followed her into the kitchens. "You won't get nothing from me, Malfoy, except maybe a kick in the balls," Hermione said to him. She walked into the kitchens and the house elves swarmed her and Draco, pelting them with questions like," Can Pier get you some food, miss," and, " Let Shimmer help you please, sir." "Can I have something with sugar?" Hermione asked. Around ten house elves ran to fetch any sweets they could find. "Can I have a sandwich?" Draco asked. A house elf ran up to Hermione with a plate of treacle tarts, cauldron cakes, and around ten different kinds of non- melting ice cream. "Thank you," Hermione said patting the house elf on the head.
Hermione turned, not even bothering to say goodbye to Draco, and walked out of the portrait hole. She walked up a few flights of stairs before she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Draco. "What do you want?" Hermione asked. "Just to walk you back to your room," he said. "Whatever," Hermione said waving her hand over her right shoulder.
She started to walk and he got to the side of her. "You are annoying aren't you?" Hermione asked him. She grabbed a treacle tart from the tray and took a bite. "Why don't you like me?" he asked. "For many various reasons that I will not say," she said in a one toned voice. "Why can't you name them?" he asked her. "Because that would go against the school rule of swearing," she said. Draco smirked. "Get that off your face before I personally take it off for you," Hermione snapped at him. He took it off but was still smiling faintly.
They reached Hermione's room. "Well I'm going to bed. I hope you will too," Hermione told him. "You want me to go to bed with you?" he asked in a smug tone. Hermione glared at him. "Go to hell," Hermione told him as she tried to get the keys out of her back pocket of her skirt. "Let me help you," Draco said. He stuck his hand down her back pocket. Hermione took in a sharp breath. She didn't know she was holding it until he pinched her ass. She didn't move. He pulled the keys out and put them in his hand. He moved his head to be just an inch from her ear and whispered," nice ass." He turned and walked off down toward the dungeons.
