A/N: Took me awhile to update (again)! But here is the third chapter. It is
late and I can't sleep so I thought I might try to finish this chapter.
Review please (but remember this was written on a lack of sleep)!
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The Great Hall was lit warmly with thousands of floating candles and the room buzzed with cheerful chatter as the old and new students chowed down on the welcome back feast. Hermione was in an incredibly good mood partly because of the badge pinned to her robes. In it's shiny surfaced an elegant "H" was engraved. She had been selected as head girl. She was a bit disappointed that Harry wasn't head boy (she didn't really expect Ron to get it) and was curious to see who was. Looking around she saw that none of the seventh year Gryffindor boys had made it.
Interrupting her thoughts someone tapped Hermione on the shoulder, turning around to see who it was she saw Professor McGonagall staring down at her, smiling.
"Oh, Hi Professor." She said.
"Hello Ms. Granger, congratulations on making head girl. Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office after dinner is finished to talk about your new position." Said McGonagall." Oh, and the password is pumpkin juice."
Hermione nodded and McGonagall went back up to the high table with the other staff. Before she knew it the food on the plates vanished and students began filing out of the great hall, extremely content and ready for a good nights rest. When Harry and Ron got up she said to them:
"You guys go ahead; I have to go to Dumbledore's office."
"What for?" said Ron, looking confused.
"Duh Ron, notice the badge? She probably has to learn whatever she is required to do as head girl," said Harry, grabbing Ron's arm and steering him from the room."
"Oh, see you later then." Said a sheepish looking Ron.
Laughing at the two of them she headed out of the great hall and headed towards Dumbledore's office. Soon she found herself in front of the gargoyle statue and saying the password. Once she stepped inside the office she smiled at the familiar assortment of magical instruments, portraits of old professors, and many books. Dumbledore was already sitting at his desk, smiling at her through his half moon spectacles. Someone else was also in the room, the head boy obviously, none other than Draco Malfoy.
'Oh great,' she thought, cringing as the memory of what had happened on the train came back. He turned and looked at her, slight smirk in place.
"Good of you to join us Mrs. Granger, I was just congratulating Mr. Malfoy here of his new position, and telling him of your new living arrangements," said Dumbledore, mischievous smile in place.
"Living arrangements?" Hermione said dumbly, she had always thought head girl and boy must have their own bathroom like the prefects. But their own dormitory?
"Yes," said Dumbledore, nodding", as head boy and girl you will need to work closely together and I believe this will help you two bond. I realize you have not gotten along very well in the past (an understatement, thought Hermione) but I am confident you can work through that. Also, with this new position comes many new responsibilities and I think you will find it relaxing to have a more private common area. So I decided that you will be sharing a common room complete with a small library. The suit of armor outside has been instructed to take you to your new living quarters."
He said all this in a sort of final way, ignoring the shocked look on Hermione's face. Feeling a bit numb, she said goodbye to Dumbledore, then turned around and walked from the room, Draco on her heels.
Outside of the room, just like Dumbledore had said, was a suit of armor which simply nodded to them and headed right while they followed behind. She was determined to ignore Draco, who annoyingly kept glancing sideways at her as if he wanted to say something.
"So, Hermione, congratulations on being head girl." Said Draco, making Hermione stop dead in her tracks to look at him.
"What the hell is up with you Malfoy? Since when do you call me Hermione, I thought you preferred 'mudblood' or 'granger'. And when did you suddenly decide to act friendly around me?" she snapped. Something was up, Hermione wasn't stupid. Draco looked frustrated and angry, color rising to his pale cheeks.
"Sorry, never had someone yell at me for being nice," he retorted, annoyed that she had to be so difficult." I was just thinking that since we would be sharing a common room it might be nice if we actually got along. But I guess I could call you mudblood if that is what you prefer," It was really hard to act like he wanted to be friends with her, so it wasn't a big surprise she wasn't buying it.
"Fine, truce, but you didn't know we would be living together on the train," replied Hermione as she stuck out her hand, she still did not trust Malfoy but it couldn't hurt to at least be civil to him.
"Truce," said Draco, shaking her hand but not bothering to reply to her 'on the train' comment.
They walked in silence behind the creaking suit of armor. Hermione sighed and tried to imagine the personal library Dumbledore had promised. At least she could find comfort in books.
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A/N: sorry if it is confusing, but it is 2:30 at night and I need to sleep.
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The Great Hall was lit warmly with thousands of floating candles and the room buzzed with cheerful chatter as the old and new students chowed down on the welcome back feast. Hermione was in an incredibly good mood partly because of the badge pinned to her robes. In it's shiny surfaced an elegant "H" was engraved. She had been selected as head girl. She was a bit disappointed that Harry wasn't head boy (she didn't really expect Ron to get it) and was curious to see who was. Looking around she saw that none of the seventh year Gryffindor boys had made it.
Interrupting her thoughts someone tapped Hermione on the shoulder, turning around to see who it was she saw Professor McGonagall staring down at her, smiling.
"Oh, Hi Professor." She said.
"Hello Ms. Granger, congratulations on making head girl. Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office after dinner is finished to talk about your new position." Said McGonagall." Oh, and the password is pumpkin juice."
Hermione nodded and McGonagall went back up to the high table with the other staff. Before she knew it the food on the plates vanished and students began filing out of the great hall, extremely content and ready for a good nights rest. When Harry and Ron got up she said to them:
"You guys go ahead; I have to go to Dumbledore's office."
"What for?" said Ron, looking confused.
"Duh Ron, notice the badge? She probably has to learn whatever she is required to do as head girl," said Harry, grabbing Ron's arm and steering him from the room."
"Oh, see you later then." Said a sheepish looking Ron.
Laughing at the two of them she headed out of the great hall and headed towards Dumbledore's office. Soon she found herself in front of the gargoyle statue and saying the password. Once she stepped inside the office she smiled at the familiar assortment of magical instruments, portraits of old professors, and many books. Dumbledore was already sitting at his desk, smiling at her through his half moon spectacles. Someone else was also in the room, the head boy obviously, none other than Draco Malfoy.
'Oh great,' she thought, cringing as the memory of what had happened on the train came back. He turned and looked at her, slight smirk in place.
"Good of you to join us Mrs. Granger, I was just congratulating Mr. Malfoy here of his new position, and telling him of your new living arrangements," said Dumbledore, mischievous smile in place.
"Living arrangements?" Hermione said dumbly, she had always thought head girl and boy must have their own bathroom like the prefects. But their own dormitory?
"Yes," said Dumbledore, nodding", as head boy and girl you will need to work closely together and I believe this will help you two bond. I realize you have not gotten along very well in the past (an understatement, thought Hermione) but I am confident you can work through that. Also, with this new position comes many new responsibilities and I think you will find it relaxing to have a more private common area. So I decided that you will be sharing a common room complete with a small library. The suit of armor outside has been instructed to take you to your new living quarters."
He said all this in a sort of final way, ignoring the shocked look on Hermione's face. Feeling a bit numb, she said goodbye to Dumbledore, then turned around and walked from the room, Draco on her heels.
Outside of the room, just like Dumbledore had said, was a suit of armor which simply nodded to them and headed right while they followed behind. She was determined to ignore Draco, who annoyingly kept glancing sideways at her as if he wanted to say something.
"So, Hermione, congratulations on being head girl." Said Draco, making Hermione stop dead in her tracks to look at him.
"What the hell is up with you Malfoy? Since when do you call me Hermione, I thought you preferred 'mudblood' or 'granger'. And when did you suddenly decide to act friendly around me?" she snapped. Something was up, Hermione wasn't stupid. Draco looked frustrated and angry, color rising to his pale cheeks.
"Sorry, never had someone yell at me for being nice," he retorted, annoyed that she had to be so difficult." I was just thinking that since we would be sharing a common room it might be nice if we actually got along. But I guess I could call you mudblood if that is what you prefer," It was really hard to act like he wanted to be friends with her, so it wasn't a big surprise she wasn't buying it.
"Fine, truce, but you didn't know we would be living together on the train," replied Hermione as she stuck out her hand, she still did not trust Malfoy but it couldn't hurt to at least be civil to him.
"Truce," said Draco, shaking her hand but not bothering to reply to her 'on the train' comment.
They walked in silence behind the creaking suit of armor. Hermione sighed and tried to imagine the personal library Dumbledore had promised. At least she could find comfort in books.
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A/N: sorry if it is confusing, but it is 2:30 at night and I need to sleep.