(A/N)- Just a quick chapter to keep you wonderful readers (and reviewers)
interested while I'm busy. thanks again! After this chapter, Draco and
Hermione get together, I PROMISE.
(Disclaimer)- I don't know if I actually have to write this, but J.K. Rowling owns everything, and I sadly do not.
Chapter Three- "Can I Talk to You?"
Draco trudged up the stairs to his room, thinking not about how bad his day was, but about Hermione.
"Damn! Since when did she get so beautiful?" The thought slipped out unchecked. "Shut up Malfoy, she's a Mudblood." But deep down inside, Draco knew she had changed.
When he opened the door to his room, he gasped for the second time that day. It wasn't as big as the common room, but it was still huge. The room had a silver and green theme for Slytherin. The furniture was made of chrome, and the walls were alternately painted green and silver. There was green door leading off into the bathroom. The huge bed had green sheets with a silver bedspread. There was even a large silver couch.
"Wow," Draco said out loud. He wondered if Hermione's room was as nice. After looking around for a bit, Draco pulled his suitcases onto the bed and began to unpack.
Hermione had almost the same reaction when she opened the door to her room. She drew in a sharp breath as she saw the lush red-oak furniture, and the king-size bed with gold sheets and a red bedspread. Hermione's room of course had a Gryffindor theme, with red and gold paint splashed on the walls. [A/N- Someone will probably point out to me that the colors of Gryffindor are red and yellow, but I think gold is much prettier so I'm going to use it]. She too began to unpack her bags while gazing about her in wonder.
When Hermione was almost finished, she began thinking about her friends and wondering if her relationships would change now that she was Head Girl. Eventually, her thoughts turned toward Draco.
"He's so handsome," thought Hermione. "For a snob," she quickly added. Although she didn't like him, she had to admit he had changed for the better, appearance-wise.
Draco and Hermione entered their common room at the same time to go down to dinner after unpacking. Hermione stiffened when she saw Draco, and then sighed.
"Can I talk to you?" She asked. "You know, in a civilized conversation."
Draco gave her a bored look. "Make it quick, Granger, I'm starving."
Hermione licked her lips and began to speak in a gentle, patient voice. "Listen, we're in our seventh year. We're supposed to have fun and enjoy the last time we're here, and I can't do that if you and I are going to either fight or barely speak to each other. I'm certainly not asking to be your best friend; I was just wondering if we could both make an effort to be civil to each other this year, since we're living so close together. Does that sound reasonable to you?"
Surprisingly, Draco walked closer to Hermione to talk. She thought maybe she had gotten through to him, and she could actually enjoy her seventh year without feeling tense all the time. Looking down at her, Draco smiled and said, "Sure thing. Mudblood."
Hermione gasped and slapped him with all her strength. Trying to control the tears in her eyes, she whispered fiercely, "How could I even expect you to be human?" She bolted up the stairs to her room as fast as she could go, trying to wipe her hot tears away.
Draco watched her go, regret throbbing in his smarting cheek. He shook his head. "Dammit Malfoy!" He muttered to himself. "Why do you always have to screw up? One chance at proving you're not your father, and you blow it!" He stalked down to dinner, angry at the world, but mostly at himself.
Hermione cried on her bed, angry at herself as well because Draco made her cry. "I shouldn't let him get to me so much," she sniffed. "He's just getting what he wants by making me mad." Hermione hit her fist on the pillow. She was hungry, but she couldn't go down to dinner and see him with his friends, laughing and joking and not caring about how much he had hurt her.
"Hermione, calm down." She gave herself her second pep talk of the day. "This is Malfoy we're talking about, you can't expect anything decent of him. Just go down to dinner, and act like everything's alright. And then ignore him for the rest of the year, because he obviously is not going to even try to get along." Hermione took a few deep breaths, splashed her face with cold water from her bathroom, and went down to dinner.
(Disclaimer)- I don't know if I actually have to write this, but J.K. Rowling owns everything, and I sadly do not.
Chapter Three- "Can I Talk to You?"
Draco trudged up the stairs to his room, thinking not about how bad his day was, but about Hermione.
"Damn! Since when did she get so beautiful?" The thought slipped out unchecked. "Shut up Malfoy, she's a Mudblood." But deep down inside, Draco knew she had changed.
When he opened the door to his room, he gasped for the second time that day. It wasn't as big as the common room, but it was still huge. The room had a silver and green theme for Slytherin. The furniture was made of chrome, and the walls were alternately painted green and silver. There was green door leading off into the bathroom. The huge bed had green sheets with a silver bedspread. There was even a large silver couch.
"Wow," Draco said out loud. He wondered if Hermione's room was as nice. After looking around for a bit, Draco pulled his suitcases onto the bed and began to unpack.
Hermione had almost the same reaction when she opened the door to her room. She drew in a sharp breath as she saw the lush red-oak furniture, and the king-size bed with gold sheets and a red bedspread. Hermione's room of course had a Gryffindor theme, with red and gold paint splashed on the walls. [A/N- Someone will probably point out to me that the colors of Gryffindor are red and yellow, but I think gold is much prettier so I'm going to use it]. She too began to unpack her bags while gazing about her in wonder.
When Hermione was almost finished, she began thinking about her friends and wondering if her relationships would change now that she was Head Girl. Eventually, her thoughts turned toward Draco.
"He's so handsome," thought Hermione. "For a snob," she quickly added. Although she didn't like him, she had to admit he had changed for the better, appearance-wise.
Draco and Hermione entered their common room at the same time to go down to dinner after unpacking. Hermione stiffened when she saw Draco, and then sighed.
"Can I talk to you?" She asked. "You know, in a civilized conversation."
Draco gave her a bored look. "Make it quick, Granger, I'm starving."
Hermione licked her lips and began to speak in a gentle, patient voice. "Listen, we're in our seventh year. We're supposed to have fun and enjoy the last time we're here, and I can't do that if you and I are going to either fight or barely speak to each other. I'm certainly not asking to be your best friend; I was just wondering if we could both make an effort to be civil to each other this year, since we're living so close together. Does that sound reasonable to you?"
Surprisingly, Draco walked closer to Hermione to talk. She thought maybe she had gotten through to him, and she could actually enjoy her seventh year without feeling tense all the time. Looking down at her, Draco smiled and said, "Sure thing. Mudblood."
Hermione gasped and slapped him with all her strength. Trying to control the tears in her eyes, she whispered fiercely, "How could I even expect you to be human?" She bolted up the stairs to her room as fast as she could go, trying to wipe her hot tears away.
Draco watched her go, regret throbbing in his smarting cheek. He shook his head. "Dammit Malfoy!" He muttered to himself. "Why do you always have to screw up? One chance at proving you're not your father, and you blow it!" He stalked down to dinner, angry at the world, but mostly at himself.
Hermione cried on her bed, angry at herself as well because Draco made her cry. "I shouldn't let him get to me so much," she sniffed. "He's just getting what he wants by making me mad." Hermione hit her fist on the pillow. She was hungry, but she couldn't go down to dinner and see him with his friends, laughing and joking and not caring about how much he had hurt her.
"Hermione, calm down." She gave herself her second pep talk of the day. "This is Malfoy we're talking about, you can't expect anything decent of him. Just go down to dinner, and act like everything's alright. And then ignore him for the rest of the year, because he obviously is not going to even try to get along." Hermione took a few deep breaths, splashed her face with cold water from her bathroom, and went down to dinner.