Disclaimer: Don't own the characters (except for Josh).or the songs
(Evanescence's Everybody's Fool) or anything else you might recognize.
A/N: thoughts will be surrounded by the little arrow thingies (^)
*Perfect by nature Icons of self indulgence Just what we all need More lies about a world that Never was and never will be Have you no shame don't you see me You know you've got everybody fooled Look here she comes now Bow down and stare in wonder Oh how we love you No flaws when you're pretending But now I know she Never was and never will be You don't know how you've betrayed me And somehow you've got everybody fooled Without the mask where will you hide Can't find yourself lost in your lie I know the truth now I know who you are And I don't love you anymore It never was and never will be You're not real and you can't save me Somehow now you're everybody's fool It never was and never will be You're not real and you can't save me Somehow now you're everybody's fool*
~^~ * ~^~ Chapter Three: Settling in~^~ * ~^~
Hermione and Malfoy met up outside of the Great Hall entrance, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to lead them to their dormitories. Not one word was spoken, so, in effect, no insults were exchanged. This was by far a miracle because they had never been able to stand this close to each other without fighting or saying something similar to "You stupid Mudblood!" or "Malferret, you little jerk!" Dumbledore showed up just as the last remaining stragglers exited the Great Hall.
"I trust you both had excellent summers?" Hermione and Malfoy just stayed silent, barely nodding their heads. "Well, in that case, let's move on to your new dormitories. You will have your own rooms, naturally, but you will have to share a common room and a bathroom." At this last statement, both inwardly groaned. Sharing with your enemy would not be an easy task. They continued their journey through surprisingly unfamiliar corridors until they reached a beautiful picture of, what it seemed like to be, the Forbidden Forest. Just then a unicorn stepped form behind the brush and walked toward them. "Right, you will need to agree on a password." Dumbledore stated. Hermione and Malfoy just stared at each other. Malfoy was the first to say anything.
"How about Excruciatingly Annoying Teacher's Pet?" So the insults began.
"What about The Amazing Bouncing Ferret?" Hermione replied.
"Ok let's combine the two. Excruciatingly Annoying Ferret" Dumbledore said, wanting to hurry and show them to their rooms. As they entered, Dumbledore could hear the Head Boy and Girl let out soft gasps. It was beautiful. Both Malfoy and Hermione had thought that the common room would be a horrible play off of their house colours. This was not the case. In front of them stood a black and white marble fire place with two handsome black leather sofas placed comfortably in front. To the left of the fire place was a short hallway that led to Malfoy's room, same to the right for Hermione. The only thing that was remotely linked to their House colours were two blankets, one green and the other dark red, which were draped over the sofas. There was a little table towards one side of the common room, most likely to be used for studying. Behind that there was an enormous bookcase that Hermione was thrilled over. Dumbledore simply stood back as the two young adults admired their common room. After a few minutes, he interrupted.
"I take it from your reactions that you are pleased with your housing arrangements? Well, you will soon see your rooms and you will find them to be a bit unfurnished. All that you have to do is say out loud what you would like, and the adjustments will be made. I have come to find that most people like decorating their own rooms and in the past couple of years I have entered at the end of the year to find the rooms to de totally different from what they were at the beginning of term, so this year I decided to let you chose your furnishing from the start. Ah yes, one more bit of information before I tuck in for the night. There will be a meeting tomorrow after your classes to discuss this years Halloween and Yule balls. Sleep well. Oh and Hermione, In the morning I ask of you to show our new student Josh McKillian to his classes. I trust that you will have no problem in that" That's right, Hermione would have to problem whatsoever in showing the beautiful blue eyes new student around tomorrow. At this last sentence, Dumbledore turned around and disappeared through their common room entrance. Hermione turned and looked at Malfoy, smiled, and ran up to her room to begin decorating. Dumbledore had not been kidding when he said that the room was unfurnished. There was nothing in it. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all white. Hermione spotted her trunk over in the corner and headed for it and sat down. ^ Hmmmm.what do I want my room to look like? I could always go for the whole 'recreate your bedroom from back home' thing but.nah.need something new, something fresh, something.me ^ Hermione thought for a few more minutes then stood up. She had an idea. About one hour later Hermione stood back and admired her work. "Perfect," she whispered. She had yet to even take a glance at the bathroom so she decided she might as well go take a look.
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Draco stood in the common room watching Dumbledore leave. He turned his head and looked at Hermione just as the portrait hole closed. She looked strait back at him and smiled then took off in the direction of her room. He just shook his head at her exuberance. He slowly walked to his room, thought about a few decorating ideas, and began to decorate. When he finally steeped back he whispered, "Perfect." When he had first walked in, the room had been blindingly white. Now the walls were a dark smoky grey with a black, extremely plush carpet. His bed was is between two windows and was simply two mattresses on the floor with black sheets and a white down comforter and pillows. He had black drapes hanging over his windows to help block out the impending morning sun. In one corner of his room he had a startlingly bright yellow bean bag chair to relax in with a small bookshelf of to the side of it full of his favorite books. On top of the black bookshelf were several yellow candles of various sizes. His black night side tables also held several yellow candles and some pictures of him and his mom periodically throughout his childhood. Not one picture of his father could be found any where. That is how Draco liked it; he did not want to be reminded of the horrible man that he used to want to be exactly like. He used to look up to his father, who was the epitome of power and success, but once Malfoy saw what it was doing to his family, to his mother, he quickly decided that he would never be like his father. He placed his trunk at the foot of his bed and laid a yellow cloth over it. Over to the other side of his room near his closet door sat his black keyboard, complete with a yellow candle on each side of the stand it was on and a several sheets of music. No one except for his mother knew that he played it, and he wanted to keep it that way. He figured that since he would have his own room this year he would be safe in bringing it because no one would be coming into his room. There was no one from Slytherin at least that would want to come into his room. Well, except for Pansy, but there was no way in hell he would let her even fifty feet within the entrance to their common room. His room looked like a gigantic lightning storm, the smoky greys and whites being the clouds and the yellow of course being the flashes of lightning. After all of the 'hard thinking' he had to do to conjure up his room, Draco decided he needed a shower. He walked to his dresser and got a pair of black silk boxers and headed into the bathroom.
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Hermione walked to the bathroom door and opened it. She did not notice the immaculate beauty of the room or the size of the room. She did not notice the beautiful white and black marble Jacuzzi bath tub raised on a small platform in the center of the room with silver candles around it. She did not notice the enormous shower to the left of her or the lavish towels monogrammed with DM and HG on them. What she did notice, however, was the dripping wet young blond Slytherin holding a towel to his waist.
"Oh. My. God. I am so sorry." She ran out of the bathroom her extremely red face in her hands. ^ Wow. Malfoy has a great body. Ohmygod. I did NOT just think that. NO stupid, stupid. He is your enemy. He is-- ^ but her inner conflicts were interrupted by a very sexy grey eyed Malfoy walking into her room, now sporting a very nice pair of black silk boxers. Hermione quickly hid her face with one of her pillows on her bed to hide her embarrassment, even though she was sure that he could see her face shining bright red even with the pillow covering her. ^ OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod ^
"Granger, ever heard of knocking? Wow, I'm surprised.no fluffy animals?" What he was talking about was her room, of course. He had expected everything to be pretty and pink with lots of little stuffed animals; bunnies, teddy bears, kittens; you know, the traditional girly-girl room. He was surprised to find it done in the colors of black, white, and a deep crimson. She had a black iron canopy bed full of white and crimson pillows in the center of her room on top of a zebra print rug. Sheer black and white layered drapes hung from her canopy and from her windows. She had a little work table behind her headboard with a red lava tamp and all of her school books placed on top and an odd little rectangular thing with lots of little buttons and shiny circular things stacked up beside it (A/N of course I am talking about a CD player. Hermione had figured out a way in her sixth year of how to sneak muggle things into Hogwarts and get them to work.). The walls were white with black trim and the floor was a plush black carpet. She had this odd little chair up by her vanity table which was black with a zebra print chair that looked like a stiletto shoe. All throughout her room, levitating, were black, white, and crimson candles, lit to give the room a mysterious, yet somewhat sensual appeal. Hermione was plopped down on her bed, her face buried in her mass amount of pillows, repeating the words: Oh my God.
"Hey, Granger. Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Malfoy said. Hermione just shook her head farther into her pillow, and then replied, "Are you decent?"
"Depends on what you call decent. I think I'm quite decent, and extremely good looking. But if you want to know if I'm decent, according to your terms, you will just have to raise that little head of yours and look and see." Malfoy replied. At this Hermione's head shot up and she looked him strait in the eye.
"I didn't ask if you thought you were hot, ferret boy. I asked if you were decent, as in dressed. God! Could you be anymore conceited?"
"I am not conceited. I just happen to know how every single girl looks at me in this school."
"Not all girls, Draco Malfoy. Not all." Hermione replied. ^ How dare he think that I think he is hot.even though he really, really is. That pale skin and his muscled chest.No Hermione, stop thinking like that. This is BAD! ^
"Oh come on Granger, you know you want me. I can see it in your eyes. You want some.from me" Malfoy whispered, walking towards her. They were now only inches apart.
"Then obviously you have to be blind or just be imagining it because I don't want you. You disgust me Malfoy." Hermione said. "And plus, if I really wanted some, which I don't, I would definitely go elsewhere."
"Please Granger. You know you want some. Don't deny it. As for going elsewhere, you wouldn't be able to. I mean, who would honestly want to give you any, anyways? Who would want a little, dirty, stuck-up, know-it- all Mudblo-" But he was cut off by Hermione jumping up all of a sudden from her bed, her eyes burning with anger.
"Say it, Malfoy, say it! I am just a filthy little Mudblood. You think you are so great with your pure blood, but you're no better than any of us, ANY of us! You say that I am the one that is stuck up, well Malfoy look in the fucking mirror. You are the one that would drown when it rains because you have your stupid little nose stick so far up in the air. You don't care about anyone do you? You just want to be better than everyone else. You want the power, the superiority. You have a lot to learn, little boy. You are nothing. You think that people look up to you now? They don't. They are just afraid what you and your DeathEater friends will do to them. But ask yourself this: Where do you think they will be when you are getting the shit kicked out of you by your master, Voldemort, when you screw up, which you are bound to do, inevitably? They will be there by your side, but only to help kick the shit out of you because of what you have done to them." By this time Hermione had made her way to the other side of her room and now stood with her hand on an open door. "You are just like your father, you stuck up, little prick. Now get the FUCK out of my room!" Malfoy rushed over and grabbed Hermione's shoulder and pinned her up against the wall, shutting her door in the process. He looked into her honey colored eyes, which were now filled with immense fear, hatred, and anger.
"You know nothing about me. I may be a prick, but I am nothing like my father. I never will be. Never, EVER, say anything like that to me again!" Hermione looked back into Malfoy's eyes and saw something there that she had never seen before in his eyes. Pain.
A/N I know, I know, the argument was a little lame and stupid and it was a little shorter than my previous chapters but bear with me I had a bad case of writers block and I had trouble finding a perfect song for this one. Hope you liked it though.
~Argumentatively yours, Tygerskiss
A/N: thoughts will be surrounded by the little arrow thingies (^)
*Perfect by nature Icons of self indulgence Just what we all need More lies about a world that Never was and never will be Have you no shame don't you see me You know you've got everybody fooled Look here she comes now Bow down and stare in wonder Oh how we love you No flaws when you're pretending But now I know she Never was and never will be You don't know how you've betrayed me And somehow you've got everybody fooled Without the mask where will you hide Can't find yourself lost in your lie I know the truth now I know who you are And I don't love you anymore It never was and never will be You're not real and you can't save me Somehow now you're everybody's fool It never was and never will be You're not real and you can't save me Somehow now you're everybody's fool*
~^~ * ~^~ Chapter Three: Settling in~^~ * ~^~
Hermione and Malfoy met up outside of the Great Hall entrance, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to lead them to their dormitories. Not one word was spoken, so, in effect, no insults were exchanged. This was by far a miracle because they had never been able to stand this close to each other without fighting or saying something similar to "You stupid Mudblood!" or "Malferret, you little jerk!" Dumbledore showed up just as the last remaining stragglers exited the Great Hall.
"I trust you both had excellent summers?" Hermione and Malfoy just stayed silent, barely nodding their heads. "Well, in that case, let's move on to your new dormitories. You will have your own rooms, naturally, but you will have to share a common room and a bathroom." At this last statement, both inwardly groaned. Sharing with your enemy would not be an easy task. They continued their journey through surprisingly unfamiliar corridors until they reached a beautiful picture of, what it seemed like to be, the Forbidden Forest. Just then a unicorn stepped form behind the brush and walked toward them. "Right, you will need to agree on a password." Dumbledore stated. Hermione and Malfoy just stared at each other. Malfoy was the first to say anything.
"How about Excruciatingly Annoying Teacher's Pet?" So the insults began.
"What about The Amazing Bouncing Ferret?" Hermione replied.
"Ok let's combine the two. Excruciatingly Annoying Ferret" Dumbledore said, wanting to hurry and show them to their rooms. As they entered, Dumbledore could hear the Head Boy and Girl let out soft gasps. It was beautiful. Both Malfoy and Hermione had thought that the common room would be a horrible play off of their house colours. This was not the case. In front of them stood a black and white marble fire place with two handsome black leather sofas placed comfortably in front. To the left of the fire place was a short hallway that led to Malfoy's room, same to the right for Hermione. The only thing that was remotely linked to their House colours were two blankets, one green and the other dark red, which were draped over the sofas. There was a little table towards one side of the common room, most likely to be used for studying. Behind that there was an enormous bookcase that Hermione was thrilled over. Dumbledore simply stood back as the two young adults admired their common room. After a few minutes, he interrupted.
"I take it from your reactions that you are pleased with your housing arrangements? Well, you will soon see your rooms and you will find them to be a bit unfurnished. All that you have to do is say out loud what you would like, and the adjustments will be made. I have come to find that most people like decorating their own rooms and in the past couple of years I have entered at the end of the year to find the rooms to de totally different from what they were at the beginning of term, so this year I decided to let you chose your furnishing from the start. Ah yes, one more bit of information before I tuck in for the night. There will be a meeting tomorrow after your classes to discuss this years Halloween and Yule balls. Sleep well. Oh and Hermione, In the morning I ask of you to show our new student Josh McKillian to his classes. I trust that you will have no problem in that" That's right, Hermione would have to problem whatsoever in showing the beautiful blue eyes new student around tomorrow. At this last sentence, Dumbledore turned around and disappeared through their common room entrance. Hermione turned and looked at Malfoy, smiled, and ran up to her room to begin decorating. Dumbledore had not been kidding when he said that the room was unfurnished. There was nothing in it. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all white. Hermione spotted her trunk over in the corner and headed for it and sat down. ^ Hmmmm.what do I want my room to look like? I could always go for the whole 'recreate your bedroom from back home' thing but.nah.need something new, something fresh, something.me ^ Hermione thought for a few more minutes then stood up. She had an idea. About one hour later Hermione stood back and admired her work. "Perfect," she whispered. She had yet to even take a glance at the bathroom so she decided she might as well go take a look.
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Draco stood in the common room watching Dumbledore leave. He turned his head and looked at Hermione just as the portrait hole closed. She looked strait back at him and smiled then took off in the direction of her room. He just shook his head at her exuberance. He slowly walked to his room, thought about a few decorating ideas, and began to decorate. When he finally steeped back he whispered, "Perfect." When he had first walked in, the room had been blindingly white. Now the walls were a dark smoky grey with a black, extremely plush carpet. His bed was is between two windows and was simply two mattresses on the floor with black sheets and a white down comforter and pillows. He had black drapes hanging over his windows to help block out the impending morning sun. In one corner of his room he had a startlingly bright yellow bean bag chair to relax in with a small bookshelf of to the side of it full of his favorite books. On top of the black bookshelf were several yellow candles of various sizes. His black night side tables also held several yellow candles and some pictures of him and his mom periodically throughout his childhood. Not one picture of his father could be found any where. That is how Draco liked it; he did not want to be reminded of the horrible man that he used to want to be exactly like. He used to look up to his father, who was the epitome of power and success, but once Malfoy saw what it was doing to his family, to his mother, he quickly decided that he would never be like his father. He placed his trunk at the foot of his bed and laid a yellow cloth over it. Over to the other side of his room near his closet door sat his black keyboard, complete with a yellow candle on each side of the stand it was on and a several sheets of music. No one except for his mother knew that he played it, and he wanted to keep it that way. He figured that since he would have his own room this year he would be safe in bringing it because no one would be coming into his room. There was no one from Slytherin at least that would want to come into his room. Well, except for Pansy, but there was no way in hell he would let her even fifty feet within the entrance to their common room. His room looked like a gigantic lightning storm, the smoky greys and whites being the clouds and the yellow of course being the flashes of lightning. After all of the 'hard thinking' he had to do to conjure up his room, Draco decided he needed a shower. He walked to his dresser and got a pair of black silk boxers and headed into the bathroom.
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Hermione walked to the bathroom door and opened it. She did not notice the immaculate beauty of the room or the size of the room. She did not notice the beautiful white and black marble Jacuzzi bath tub raised on a small platform in the center of the room with silver candles around it. She did not notice the enormous shower to the left of her or the lavish towels monogrammed with DM and HG on them. What she did notice, however, was the dripping wet young blond Slytherin holding a towel to his waist.
"Oh. My. God. I am so sorry." She ran out of the bathroom her extremely red face in her hands. ^ Wow. Malfoy has a great body. Ohmygod. I did NOT just think that. NO stupid, stupid. He is your enemy. He is-- ^ but her inner conflicts were interrupted by a very sexy grey eyed Malfoy walking into her room, now sporting a very nice pair of black silk boxers. Hermione quickly hid her face with one of her pillows on her bed to hide her embarrassment, even though she was sure that he could see her face shining bright red even with the pillow covering her. ^ OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod ^
"Granger, ever heard of knocking? Wow, I'm surprised.no fluffy animals?" What he was talking about was her room, of course. He had expected everything to be pretty and pink with lots of little stuffed animals; bunnies, teddy bears, kittens; you know, the traditional girly-girl room. He was surprised to find it done in the colors of black, white, and a deep crimson. She had a black iron canopy bed full of white and crimson pillows in the center of her room on top of a zebra print rug. Sheer black and white layered drapes hung from her canopy and from her windows. She had a little work table behind her headboard with a red lava tamp and all of her school books placed on top and an odd little rectangular thing with lots of little buttons and shiny circular things stacked up beside it (A/N of course I am talking about a CD player. Hermione had figured out a way in her sixth year of how to sneak muggle things into Hogwarts and get them to work.). The walls were white with black trim and the floor was a plush black carpet. She had this odd little chair up by her vanity table which was black with a zebra print chair that looked like a stiletto shoe. All throughout her room, levitating, were black, white, and crimson candles, lit to give the room a mysterious, yet somewhat sensual appeal. Hermione was plopped down on her bed, her face buried in her mass amount of pillows, repeating the words: Oh my God.
"Hey, Granger. Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Malfoy said. Hermione just shook her head farther into her pillow, and then replied, "Are you decent?"
"Depends on what you call decent. I think I'm quite decent, and extremely good looking. But if you want to know if I'm decent, according to your terms, you will just have to raise that little head of yours and look and see." Malfoy replied. At this Hermione's head shot up and she looked him strait in the eye.
"I didn't ask if you thought you were hot, ferret boy. I asked if you were decent, as in dressed. God! Could you be anymore conceited?"
"I am not conceited. I just happen to know how every single girl looks at me in this school."
"Not all girls, Draco Malfoy. Not all." Hermione replied. ^ How dare he think that I think he is hot.even though he really, really is. That pale skin and his muscled chest.No Hermione, stop thinking like that. This is BAD! ^
"Oh come on Granger, you know you want me. I can see it in your eyes. You want some.from me" Malfoy whispered, walking towards her. They were now only inches apart.
"Then obviously you have to be blind or just be imagining it because I don't want you. You disgust me Malfoy." Hermione said. "And plus, if I really wanted some, which I don't, I would definitely go elsewhere."
"Please Granger. You know you want some. Don't deny it. As for going elsewhere, you wouldn't be able to. I mean, who would honestly want to give you any, anyways? Who would want a little, dirty, stuck-up, know-it- all Mudblo-" But he was cut off by Hermione jumping up all of a sudden from her bed, her eyes burning with anger.
"Say it, Malfoy, say it! I am just a filthy little Mudblood. You think you are so great with your pure blood, but you're no better than any of us, ANY of us! You say that I am the one that is stuck up, well Malfoy look in the fucking mirror. You are the one that would drown when it rains because you have your stupid little nose stick so far up in the air. You don't care about anyone do you? You just want to be better than everyone else. You want the power, the superiority. You have a lot to learn, little boy. You are nothing. You think that people look up to you now? They don't. They are just afraid what you and your DeathEater friends will do to them. But ask yourself this: Where do you think they will be when you are getting the shit kicked out of you by your master, Voldemort, when you screw up, which you are bound to do, inevitably? They will be there by your side, but only to help kick the shit out of you because of what you have done to them." By this time Hermione had made her way to the other side of her room and now stood with her hand on an open door. "You are just like your father, you stuck up, little prick. Now get the FUCK out of my room!" Malfoy rushed over and grabbed Hermione's shoulder and pinned her up against the wall, shutting her door in the process. He looked into her honey colored eyes, which were now filled with immense fear, hatred, and anger.
"You know nothing about me. I may be a prick, but I am nothing like my father. I never will be. Never, EVER, say anything like that to me again!" Hermione looked back into Malfoy's eyes and saw something there that she had never seen before in his eyes. Pain.
A/N I know, I know, the argument was a little lame and stupid and it was a little shorter than my previous chapters but bear with me I had a bad case of writers block and I had trouble finding a perfect song for this one. Hope you liked it though.
~Argumentatively yours, Tygerskiss