After leading the Gryffindors to their common rooms Hermione stood in the
hall waiting for Dumbledore and Draco. Draco appeared first. She braced
herself for some sort of insult. He looked deeply in her eyes and turned
away. Hermione felt confused. But she shrugged it off because Dumbledore
made his way down the hall.
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, I'm pleased to see you two. Are we ready then?" asked the wise Headmaster. The two nodded. "Wonderful," said Dumbledore. He smiled and they walked a ways down the corridors. Then up a steep set of stairs. Hermione looked over at Draco to see how he was faring after all of his years in the dungeons. After what seemed like centuries of climbing they reached the top. They stood in front of a statue of a cheetah.
"Your password is funnel cake. But you may change it when you've both agreed. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he started down the stairs.
"It's amazing he can climb the stairs at his age," said Draco, breaking their silence.
"What exactly is his age?" asked Hermione.
"I've never been sure. Longer than I'd like to live that's for sure." Something about his response upset Hermione. But she shrugged it off.
"This castle would be much more convenient with elevators and escalators."
"What are those?"
"Muggle things. We should.you should go see them sometime." Hermione couldn't believe she'd said we. However, Draco either didn't mind or didn't notice.
"Why are we still outside. Come on. Funnel cake." With that they both stepped inside. The room took her breath away. Inside was a big spacious medieval style room, like the rest of the castle. There were tapestries hung in green and gold all around the room. There were comfy looking couches of red and silver. The fire burned so invitingly. Hermione explored the sides some more. There was a mahogany desk with a little bookshelf next to it and a high-backed chair with a cushion made of the Slytherin and Gryffindors colors mixed together. Then Hermione saw three doors. One said Head Girl and on the opposite side it said Head Boy. In the middle it said bathroom. Forgetting whom she was with, Hermione grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him into the bathroom. Draco was a bit surprised about the contact, but he said nothing. Something was different between them this year. It's like they both agreed to a truce, though neither had initiated it.
The bathroom was amazing, to say the least. The tiles were a soft gray that shone different hues when they light hit them. They walls were striped wallpaper and the colors changed on it too. In the far corner there was a large bath/pool. They tiles reminded Hermione of the ceiling of the great hall, they appeared to be showing the night sky. There was also a shower with a seat, and a large shelf for supplies. The shelf was already a third full of shampoos and soaps, all very exotic. They came from different cultures. There was a counter made of a mixture of the floor tile and the bath tile. And of course, there was a toilet. But it was the most beautiful toilet Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had ever seen.
"Wow, Draco, isn't this the most amazing bathroom you've ever seen?" asked Hermione.
"It's nice," he said, "but I'm sure a spray-painted porta-potty would impress a mudblood like you." He'd broken their unspoken truce. She turned and looked at him with hurt in her eyes. She glared at him and walked away. Draco sighed and rubbed his temple. He stood in front of the gigantic mirror. Draco Malfoy was trying to change. He wanted to prove that he wasn't a little deatheater in training. But old habits die hard. Draco sighed for the millionth time that day. This was going to be a long year. Draco decided he might as well go to his room and unpack.
Hermione opened up her trunk and began taking things out. Books, posters, clothes. She paused as she took out a sexy nightgown. She still couldn't believe she'd bought it. It was made of stiff black lace. She was shopping for underwear when she saw it. It caught her intention immediately. While blue was Hermione's favorite color, she still thought of black as the sexiest. She picked it up off the rack. It was just her size. She didn't believe in fate. But this was more than just luck. Hermione wondered when she'd ever need this. Its not that she didn't believe in premarital sex, she just couldn't do it without being in love. And even though she didn't believe in anything Divination related, she knew she'd be grateful if she had this. She still hadn't tried it on. Hermione looked at her door, making sure it was closed. She didn't bother to lock it, since the only person around was Draco and he'd made it quite clear that he didn't want anything to do with her.
Draco was taking things out of his trunk too. He paused when he took out a certain picture. It was of Hermione. He liked it because she didn't know the photo as being taken. Picture Hermione was fumbling around trying to get dressed. Sometimes she'd turn and look at him and wink. She really was pretty thought Draco. Is pretty. Gah.thought Draco. Rubbing his temple some more, he knew he had to apologize. Or Explain. Whichever was easier. Draco stood up and walked across the common room. He stood in front of her door. He knocked lightly. No response. Crying in her bed. Thought Draco. I should just go in. with that, Draco opened the door. He was caught extremely off guard. Because in the middle of the room stood Hermione Granger, the sweet, innocent, cute, bookish muggle-born Gryffindor in black lace lingerie.
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, I'm pleased to see you two. Are we ready then?" asked the wise Headmaster. The two nodded. "Wonderful," said Dumbledore. He smiled and they walked a ways down the corridors. Then up a steep set of stairs. Hermione looked over at Draco to see how he was faring after all of his years in the dungeons. After what seemed like centuries of climbing they reached the top. They stood in front of a statue of a cheetah.
"Your password is funnel cake. But you may change it when you've both agreed. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he started down the stairs.
"It's amazing he can climb the stairs at his age," said Draco, breaking their silence.
"What exactly is his age?" asked Hermione.
"I've never been sure. Longer than I'd like to live that's for sure." Something about his response upset Hermione. But she shrugged it off.
"This castle would be much more convenient with elevators and escalators."
"What are those?"
"Muggle things. We should.you should go see them sometime." Hermione couldn't believe she'd said we. However, Draco either didn't mind or didn't notice.
"Why are we still outside. Come on. Funnel cake." With that they both stepped inside. The room took her breath away. Inside was a big spacious medieval style room, like the rest of the castle. There were tapestries hung in green and gold all around the room. There were comfy looking couches of red and silver. The fire burned so invitingly. Hermione explored the sides some more. There was a mahogany desk with a little bookshelf next to it and a high-backed chair with a cushion made of the Slytherin and Gryffindors colors mixed together. Then Hermione saw three doors. One said Head Girl and on the opposite side it said Head Boy. In the middle it said bathroom. Forgetting whom she was with, Hermione grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him into the bathroom. Draco was a bit surprised about the contact, but he said nothing. Something was different between them this year. It's like they both agreed to a truce, though neither had initiated it.
The bathroom was amazing, to say the least. The tiles were a soft gray that shone different hues when they light hit them. They walls were striped wallpaper and the colors changed on it too. In the far corner there was a large bath/pool. They tiles reminded Hermione of the ceiling of the great hall, they appeared to be showing the night sky. There was also a shower with a seat, and a large shelf for supplies. The shelf was already a third full of shampoos and soaps, all very exotic. They came from different cultures. There was a counter made of a mixture of the floor tile and the bath tile. And of course, there was a toilet. But it was the most beautiful toilet Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had ever seen.
"Wow, Draco, isn't this the most amazing bathroom you've ever seen?" asked Hermione.
"It's nice," he said, "but I'm sure a spray-painted porta-potty would impress a mudblood like you." He'd broken their unspoken truce. She turned and looked at him with hurt in her eyes. She glared at him and walked away. Draco sighed and rubbed his temple. He stood in front of the gigantic mirror. Draco Malfoy was trying to change. He wanted to prove that he wasn't a little deatheater in training. But old habits die hard. Draco sighed for the millionth time that day. This was going to be a long year. Draco decided he might as well go to his room and unpack.
Hermione opened up her trunk and began taking things out. Books, posters, clothes. She paused as she took out a sexy nightgown. She still couldn't believe she'd bought it. It was made of stiff black lace. She was shopping for underwear when she saw it. It caught her intention immediately. While blue was Hermione's favorite color, she still thought of black as the sexiest. She picked it up off the rack. It was just her size. She didn't believe in fate. But this was more than just luck. Hermione wondered when she'd ever need this. Its not that she didn't believe in premarital sex, she just couldn't do it without being in love. And even though she didn't believe in anything Divination related, she knew she'd be grateful if she had this. She still hadn't tried it on. Hermione looked at her door, making sure it was closed. She didn't bother to lock it, since the only person around was Draco and he'd made it quite clear that he didn't want anything to do with her.
Draco was taking things out of his trunk too. He paused when he took out a certain picture. It was of Hermione. He liked it because she didn't know the photo as being taken. Picture Hermione was fumbling around trying to get dressed. Sometimes she'd turn and look at him and wink. She really was pretty thought Draco. Is pretty. Gah.thought Draco. Rubbing his temple some more, he knew he had to apologize. Or Explain. Whichever was easier. Draco stood up and walked across the common room. He stood in front of her door. He knocked lightly. No response. Crying in her bed. Thought Draco. I should just go in. with that, Draco opened the door. He was caught extremely off guard. Because in the middle of the room stood Hermione Granger, the sweet, innocent, cute, bookish muggle-born Gryffindor in black lace lingerie.
