Chapter Three - Damn you
"What would you like your password to be?" Mcgonagall asked when they were standing in front of a painting of the sun setting behind the ocean, with a small wooden raft floating on the surface. On the raft there was a single white thorn-less rose.
Draco turned to Hermione and said, "how about 'Firestone'?"
"Sounds good to me." Hermione replied. Mcgonagall muttered a spell and then turned to Hermione and Draco.
"Your password is 'Firestone', your room passwords are on the back of these maps," she handed each of them a map. "Please behave, professor Dumbledore and myself have complete faith that you will learn to get along with each other. Goodnight." And with that she left.
"Firestone." Draco muttered, and the painting swung open. The pair entered the common room. It was amazing. The floor was wooden and a rug with the Hogwarts crest was on the centre of the floor. To the left was a large mahogany table with four matching chairs, to the right there was a large fireplace with a two-seater red sofa with a throw on the back with the Hogwarts crest on it. There were also two armchairs; one was red and gold, a throw on the back with the Gryffindor crest on it, the other was green and silver also with a throw on the back but with the Slytherin crest on it. On the back wall there was a large bookshelf with a collection of muggle books as well as magical books. On either side of the book shelf there was a door, on the left door, in gold, were the letters H.G. and on the right door, in gold, were the letters H.B. Hermione went up to the bookshelf and picked out a book at random and skimmed through it.
Draco watched her. He had never really seen Hermione properly, he had never seen what a beautiful young lady she had become; the bushy brown hair that she had in 1st year was now straight and shoulder length, she had red streaks as well. She had all the right curves in all the right places, and overall, she was gorgeous. Draco turned away and walked towards the fireplace, his back to Hermione.
Hermione heard him move and turned to look at him. 'He seems so quiet' she thought, 'but he certainly has become quite good looking'. His scrawny body had become built, his chest seemed quite toned and his legs and arms looked more muscular. She scoffed at her thoughts and turned back to the bookshelf. She put the book back and then walked to the door that had the letters H.G. written on them. Hermione whispered her password, "angel- cakes" and walked through into her room. The room was immense, there was a four-poster bed hung with red velvet and a gold comforter on top of the duvet. The floors were wooden and there was a red and gold rug with the Gryffindor crest on it. There was a pine desk to the right and a large walk in closet to the left. Next to the desk was a door, which she presumed, led to the bathroom. All her things had been brought up and her trunk lay in front of her bed.
Draco heard a door open and turned just in time to see Hermione walk into her room and then shut the door. Draco did likewise with the door that had H.B. written on it and found that his room was just like Hermione's, except the colour scheme, which in his room was green and silver. Draco walked towards the door that led to the bathroom and opened it at the same time a Hermione did. They both entered and looked around.
The bathroom was bigger than their rooms, the bathtub was more like a swimming pool; it had several taps at one end and at the other end there were several buttons that released different scents. In one corner there was a cubicle with a toilet in it, and in the other there was a shower cubicle. Opposite the bathtub/swimming pool was a large mirror that covered the entire wall, and below were two washbasins. On either wall beside the doors were cupboards, which held their personal belongings.
"Wow, it gorgeous!" Hermione exclaimed, reaching over to the swimming pool and turning on a tap. Hot water gushed out and soon the entire pool was filled. She went down to the other end and pushed a button, which released a coco butter scent. It smelt heavenly. Hermione rolled up the jeans that she was wearing and sat on the side of the pool, dipping her feet in.
Draco stood by the washbasin and stared at Hermione.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked. Hermione looked up and stared at Draco. She wondered if he was genuinely curious as to what she was doing, or whether he was taking the piss.
"I'm dipping my legs into the pool, you should try it; it feels great." She continued to look at him and noticed the smirk on his face. Hermione sighed and removed her legs from the pool. She rolled her jeans down and walked away from the pool and towards the washbasins where she picked up a glass and filled it with cold water.
"Nice legs Granger." Hermione turned towards him and saw his smirk broaden. She was tempted to slap him but restrained herself.
"Damn you Malfoy!" She turned away, but not before splashing the glass of water in his face. Malfoy took a sharp intake of air and started growling.
"Damn you Granger!"
And with that the pair stormed off into their own rooms, preparing themselves for a long night's rest.
Or so they thought.
"What would you like your password to be?" Mcgonagall asked when they were standing in front of a painting of the sun setting behind the ocean, with a small wooden raft floating on the surface. On the raft there was a single white thorn-less rose.
Draco turned to Hermione and said, "how about 'Firestone'?"
"Sounds good to me." Hermione replied. Mcgonagall muttered a spell and then turned to Hermione and Draco.
"Your password is 'Firestone', your room passwords are on the back of these maps," she handed each of them a map. "Please behave, professor Dumbledore and myself have complete faith that you will learn to get along with each other. Goodnight." And with that she left.
"Firestone." Draco muttered, and the painting swung open. The pair entered the common room. It was amazing. The floor was wooden and a rug with the Hogwarts crest was on the centre of the floor. To the left was a large mahogany table with four matching chairs, to the right there was a large fireplace with a two-seater red sofa with a throw on the back with the Hogwarts crest on it. There were also two armchairs; one was red and gold, a throw on the back with the Gryffindor crest on it, the other was green and silver also with a throw on the back but with the Slytherin crest on it. On the back wall there was a large bookshelf with a collection of muggle books as well as magical books. On either side of the book shelf there was a door, on the left door, in gold, were the letters H.G. and on the right door, in gold, were the letters H.B. Hermione went up to the bookshelf and picked out a book at random and skimmed through it.
Draco watched her. He had never really seen Hermione properly, he had never seen what a beautiful young lady she had become; the bushy brown hair that she had in 1st year was now straight and shoulder length, she had red streaks as well. She had all the right curves in all the right places, and overall, she was gorgeous. Draco turned away and walked towards the fireplace, his back to Hermione.
Hermione heard him move and turned to look at him. 'He seems so quiet' she thought, 'but he certainly has become quite good looking'. His scrawny body had become built, his chest seemed quite toned and his legs and arms looked more muscular. She scoffed at her thoughts and turned back to the bookshelf. She put the book back and then walked to the door that had the letters H.G. written on them. Hermione whispered her password, "angel- cakes" and walked through into her room. The room was immense, there was a four-poster bed hung with red velvet and a gold comforter on top of the duvet. The floors were wooden and there was a red and gold rug with the Gryffindor crest on it. There was a pine desk to the right and a large walk in closet to the left. Next to the desk was a door, which she presumed, led to the bathroom. All her things had been brought up and her trunk lay in front of her bed.
Draco heard a door open and turned just in time to see Hermione walk into her room and then shut the door. Draco did likewise with the door that had H.B. written on it and found that his room was just like Hermione's, except the colour scheme, which in his room was green and silver. Draco walked towards the door that led to the bathroom and opened it at the same time a Hermione did. They both entered and looked around.
The bathroom was bigger than their rooms, the bathtub was more like a swimming pool; it had several taps at one end and at the other end there were several buttons that released different scents. In one corner there was a cubicle with a toilet in it, and in the other there was a shower cubicle. Opposite the bathtub/swimming pool was a large mirror that covered the entire wall, and below were two washbasins. On either wall beside the doors were cupboards, which held their personal belongings.
"Wow, it gorgeous!" Hermione exclaimed, reaching over to the swimming pool and turning on a tap. Hot water gushed out and soon the entire pool was filled. She went down to the other end and pushed a button, which released a coco butter scent. It smelt heavenly. Hermione rolled up the jeans that she was wearing and sat on the side of the pool, dipping her feet in.
Draco stood by the washbasin and stared at Hermione.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked. Hermione looked up and stared at Draco. She wondered if he was genuinely curious as to what she was doing, or whether he was taking the piss.
"I'm dipping my legs into the pool, you should try it; it feels great." She continued to look at him and noticed the smirk on his face. Hermione sighed and removed her legs from the pool. She rolled her jeans down and walked away from the pool and towards the washbasins where she picked up a glass and filled it with cold water.
"Nice legs Granger." Hermione turned towards him and saw his smirk broaden. She was tempted to slap him but restrained herself.
"Damn you Malfoy!" She turned away, but not before splashing the glass of water in his face. Malfoy took a sharp intake of air and started growling.
"Damn you Granger!"
And with that the pair stormed off into their own rooms, preparing themselves for a long night's rest.
Or so they thought.