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Chapter 4
Ron, Hermione, and Harry trudged down the hallway, heaving the large trunk along with them.
"Jeezus, 'Mione, what have you got in here?" asked Ron, grunting as he re-adjusted the trunk in his hands. "A brick wall?"
"No!" she replied, vexed. "In there are my school robes, dress robes, everyday robes, muggle clothing, three or four pairs of shoes, hair care products, hygiene products…"
"Aren't those the same thing?" Harry interrupted, revealing how clueless the Boy Who Lived really was. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes for the tenth time in the past two hours.
"Harry, do you know nothing? Hygiene products are things such as soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, scrub brushes, etc. Hair care products are a completely different category!"
"Of course. How silly of me to forget," answered Harry, shrugging his shoulders at Ron behind Hermione's back. She was holding the front of the trunk behind her while walking forward. The boys held either side.
"Anyway, as I was saying, I've also got in there my chocolate stash, school supplies, and books. That's about it, really."
"Exactly how many books do you have in here?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's a mixture of muggle literature and magic books. Let's see… There's Hogwarts: A History, all my text books, a compilation of Jane Austen books, Quidditch Through the Ages, The Once and Future King, Huckleberry Finn, my own copy of Moste Potente Potions, Ancient Prophecies and Why They're False, Constellations and Their Meanings, Les Miserables, The Outsiders, and the complete set of books by Gilderoy Lockhart."
Ron's eyes widened. "You've still GOT those books? After what we know about him?"
"…Yes…"
"Why?"
"They make for interesting reading. I realize that he was a bit, er, eccentric, but the ideas of the books are fascinating! At least we know that they're true, except for the fact that he's in them, of course. We can actually learn how to defeat a werewolf from reading these books!"
"Werewolves aren't all bad, and they don't always need to be defeated," retorted Harry, coming to the defense of Remus Lupin. "Remus was alright."
"He was more than alright. He was the most brilliant Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher we ever had! Well, except Moody."
"Wait a minute," Harry exclaimed loudly, causing them to drop the trunk. "Who's our teacher this year? There was no one new at the table yesterday."
"I'm not sure," replied Hermione. "I suppose we'll just have to find out once we get to class on Monday."
"I hope it's someone good. I mean, fifth year we had Figg, but she died part way through because of You-Know-Who. Last year, we had Ulster, who as bad as Lockhart, only without the fame and," he shuddered, "smile."
They turned a corner, and Hermione stopped. "This is it," she said. The trio stood in front of a portrait of a beautiful woman wearing a dark green robe with a pale green see-through overcoat. Her long red-brown hair fell straight down her back and covered all of her ears, except for the tips, which poked out from underneath the shining veil. They were pointed. Two mismatched eyes stared at them, one green, and the other deep purple.
"Who IS that?" inquired Ron, slack-jawed.
"I am Morgan le Fay, daughter of Igraine the Beautiful," answered the painting. She looked to Hermione. "Password?"
"Gumdrops."
Morgan swung the painting open, revealing the entrance to the Heads' dormitory. Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in, and the door shut behind them. They stood in a common room, almost as large as that of Gryffindor, with a roaring fire in the fireplace, two couches and four chairs spread out across the room, two desks at opposite ends of the room, and on the wall opposite them was a large marble staircase, leading up before branching off in separate directions. The door on the left bore a carving of a huge snake, while the door on the right bore a carving of a rearing lion. The door at the center of the staircase was unmarked. This was undoubtedly the bathroom.
"Wow," breathed Ron.
"What? It's not much different from the Tower."
"It's a LOT different from Gryffindor Tower, Hermione. For one thing, it's quiet. For another, it's fancier."
"Hm. Right then, up the stairs!" The boys groaned as Hermione picked up her end of the trunk and moved forward once more. Struggling, they reached the top of the stairs and opened the door to Hermione's room. The first thought that came to her mind was, At least I won't forget that I'm a Gryffindor. The entire room was painted crimson. The head of the four-poster bed was against one wall. The curtains on the bed and the window were gold, and the bed covers displayed crimson with a gold trim. A gold-colored wardrobe sat against another wall, beside a gold bookcase. A gold chair with crimson trim was pushed against the wall opposite the bed, facing it.
"It's, um, very…Gryffindor-ish…"said Harry slowly.
"Got that right," added Ron.
"Well, I think I'm settled enough. Thank you, you two, for helping me with my trunk. I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow morning." She saw the boys to the portrait hole before turning around to head back up to her room. She was stopped at the top of the stairs before turning right by Malfoy, who had come out of his room after Harry and Ron had left.
"Got rid of your boyfriends, Granger?" he sneered.
"Neither one of them is my boyfriend, thank you very much. Also, unless you are blind, which I sometimes don't doubt, you can see that they are quite obviously gone."
"I'm surprised I'm not blind, after having to look at you."
"Please, Malfoy, if that's the best you can do, leave me alone and let me organize my bedroom."
"No one's stopping you, Granger. The more you stay out of my sight, the better."
"Need I remind you that, for God only knows what reason, YOU were the one that wanted to share a dormitory?"
"My reason was simple: You DIDN'T want it. My goal is to make you as miserable as possible."
"I've given up trying to understand your Neanderthalic mind," Hermione retorted, beginning to walk up the stairs.
Malfoy glared at her. "Need I remind YOU, Granger, of which of us is the Pureblood here? ME. That would make YOU the Neanderthal, not me."
"For making Head Boy, you have a lot to learn." Hermione closed the door to her room and sat on her bed. Crookshanks, whom she had brought up previously, moved beside her and nudged her hand. Absent-mindedly, Hermione petted the cat, talking to herself all the while. "He thinks he knows everything, doesn't he, baby? Well, I'm just going to have to show him how little he really does know. I'll make him see that pure blood isn't everything. He'll see."
A/N: This chapter was kinda long, compared to my others… I wonder what Hermione has planned…
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