IMPORTANT NOTE: Hermione's thoughts will be written like this Hermione's thoughts here. And Draco's thoughts will be written like this Draco's thoughts here. THIS CHAPTER IS ALL WRITTEN IN HERMIONE'S POINT OF VIEW!
Malfoy could be so clueless sometimes, but after what I found out about being able to read each other's thoughts, I will really have to be careful. I quickly headed down to the dungeons and muttered the password to the common room. Thank God! It's still Winter Break, but what if we don't change back and classes start again? Things will get more complicated then. As soon as I entered the common room, it seemed like I walked into a forest. Practically everything is green. Weird! Pansy came downstairs, and as soon as she saw me she let out an excited squawk.
"Draco!" Pansy swooned, rushing over to grab my arm.
"Are you alright? I heard you were in the Hospital Wing with that filthy mud-blood. You are okay, right? Not feeling dizzy?"
"Yeah, I need to uh, take a shower. You know, since I was in the same atmosphere as her," I smirked.
This was easier than I thought.
I hurried up the stairs, now searching for Malfoy's dorm. If it weren't for Crabbe who walked out of his room, I would have never found his dorm. Like the common room, everything was green. I headed towards the washroom; even the sink and bathtub were green. I stared into my reflection, not yet getting used to seeing Malfoy looking back at me. Weird, aren't his eyes gray? Leaning closer, I discovered his eyes were actually blue. Something I soon fell in love with. I could not believe it. I actually like something about Malfoy! Of all people, Malfoy. Suddenly I had an urge to pee. Alarmed, I lifted up the toilet seat and took off my pants; making sure not to look down and definitely, making sure not to touch myself. I was not surprised that I did not aim properly at all.
Finally dinner! There were some trouble in the washroom, but it was nothing a cleaning spell could not fix. Sighing, I went down to the great Hall, my stomach aching for food. That was when I saw Malfoy with Harry and Ron, and they were actually laughing. I got up from the Slytherin table and walked towards the Gryffindors.
"Potty, Weasel, Mud-blood!" I greeted, quite surprised at the sudden bitterness.
Malfoy frowned slightly.
"What do you want?" Malfoy snapped.
Just wondering if everything's okay.
Yeah! God, they really are getting on my nerves, they have nothing to talk bout besides plotting ways to make me meet my death!
That's what we usually talk about most of the time. Get used to it.
"Get a life," Malfoy snapped again.
"I already have one, but you seem to be in need of one. Poor Weasley, you cant even afford one!" I smirked and walked away before anyone could reply.
This was definitely easier than I thought it would be.
A/N: Well not much to say but hope you enjoyed it! Yeah, yeah I know it's short but I'll make it up to you (somehow).