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Chapter 7 - A Room to Ourselves
Hermione did not speak through the rest of the feast, neither did Ron. Instead, she stared at her food, and occasionally, she could feel Ron's eyes on her.
When Hermione looked up, everyone was getting up to leave for their dormitories.
"Finally," Hermione sighed. She stood up, and started walking off towards Gryffindor common room. Maybe if she hurried, she wouldn't have to meet up with Ron.
"Hey." She felt someone take her arm. She turned around and saw Ron, with a red tinge in his cheeks.
"Er, want to walk with me?" he asked. Hermione looked at him. It was clearly visible that it was hard for him to say this.
"Sure," Hermione replied. Oh god, she thought to herself.
They walked slowly, without talking. Then finally, Ron broke the silence.
"So, er, how does it feel to be Head Girl?"
"It's alright," Hermione said. "I really didn't expect it-- I mean, I'm a sixth year," she added, seeing the smirk on Ron's face. They walked for a few more minutes without saying anything. We're taking the long route... Hermione thought.
"'Mione," Ron said slowly. "I really like being with you."
Hermione looked at him straight in the eye. He actually, looked good, she noticed just now. His red hair was fallen over his face. The freckles reflected off his skin, giving him a glow she had never seen there before. They stared at each other for a moment.
Then, before Hermione knew it happened, Ron had brought his face onto hers, and their lips touched.
Hermione panicked. She stood there frozen, her mind racing. She did not know what to do.
Before she realized it, Ron took his lips off hers, and looked in her eyes.
"'Mione..." he whispered. They stared at one another for a moment, but then Hermione looked away.
"I think we better get going to common room," she said, without looking at him. She started up the steps.
"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, get to your dormitories."
Hermione looked up and saw Professor McGonagall standing on top of the staircase, wearing a frown.
"Mr. Weasley, up to Gryffindor common room, now."
Ron nodded, looked at Hermione one final time, and headed upstairs.
"Miss Granger, my apologies. I haven't told you where your dormitory is."
"Sorry? My dormitory?"
"Yes," Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "The Head Boy and Girl have one to themselves."
Hermione's heart sank.
"No! I mean, I can't share a dormitory with Malfoy!" Hermione pleaded. "Please Professor, you know I can't."
"You can, and you will," Professor McGonagall said, in a tone that seemed to end the matter. "Come." She headed up the stairs, beckoning Hermione to follow her.
Hermione walked alongside her, her face horrorstruck. Sharing a common room with Malfoy... It seemed unreal. She could barely withstand a MINUTE with him, let alone sharing a DORMITORY with him.
"We're here," Professor McGonagall said, interrupting her thoughts.
They stood in front of a large painting of Hogwarts castle.
"Good, you've arrived," said a soft voice.
They turned to see Professor Snape, walking with Draco Malfoy towards them. Draco had a look of grimace on his face.
Professor McGonagall's eyes narrowed. She looked back to the painting.
"Orange Chocolate," she said loudly.
"That's the password?" Draco demanded.
"Being Head Boy ought to teach you some manners, Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said dangerously. Draco scowled at her, then looked away.
The painting swung inwards, and Professor McGonagall climbed into the hole. Hermione and the rest followed her.
As they came out of the hole, a dimly lit room came into view.
"Lumis Serio," she muttered, her wand pointed to the ceiling. The room suddenly brightened.
Hermione looked up, and gasped.
There was a night sky above her. The sky was black, and it was filled with bright, sparkling stars.
Hermione stared at it in awe.
"The bathroom is there," Professor McGonagall said, pointing to a shiny wooden door on the other side of the room. "Your bedrooms are upstairs."
Hermione saw two staircases on either side of the room, both leading to two wooden doors. She stepped closer.
Printed in magnificent gold calligraphy, the first door had HB written on it. The other one read HG.
"Oh, wow," Hermione sighed. This was...this was beautiful.
"Your luggage has already been brought up to your rooms," said Professor McGonagall. "I shall be leaving you now. Come, Professor Snape."
Giving them a final nod, she headed towards the portrait hole with Professor Snape, and climbed out.
Hermione was still staring at her new common room. Her new, privacy.
"Like it, Granger?"
Hermione was brought back to reality with an unpleasant bump. She had forgotten Draco was here with her.
"Bring that Weasley in here, and he might die of shock," Draco said nastily.
"Shut up," Hermione responded, not looking at him.
"I think this is fit for Head Boy and Girl," Draco said, a glint in his eyes. "Why did they have to make a mudblood Head Girl?"
Hermione felt a surge of hatred rising rapidly inside of her.
"You know," Draco said softly. "One day when Dumbledore gets fired, you're going to get killed."
Hermione remained silent.
"That's right. They're going to come and kill you, mudblood. So, instead of dreading that day, why don't you just kill yourself, and make their job easier?"
Hermione was shaking with rage, fighting her tears.
She looked down at her hands, which were formed into tight fists. They were shaking violently.
Hermione swallowed hard. She looked up and saw Draco watching her intently.
You can't do anything, a voice inside her said. Forget about him.
Hermione looked from the floor, to Draco again.
Then, without noticing what she did, she had started walking towards the bedrooms. She could feel Draco's cold hatred-filled eyes on her. Hot tears trickled down her cheeks.
I wish he would die, she thought to herself.
She reached the door reading HG, and opened it. Without looking around, she threw herself on the king-sized bed.
If Hermione wasn't so tired and upset, she would have realized she was sleeping in the best room in all of Hogwarts.
Chapter 7 - A Room to Ourselves
Hermione did not speak through the rest of the feast, neither did Ron. Instead, she stared at her food, and occasionally, she could feel Ron's eyes on her.
When Hermione looked up, everyone was getting up to leave for their dormitories.
"Finally," Hermione sighed. She stood up, and started walking off towards Gryffindor common room. Maybe if she hurried, she wouldn't have to meet up with Ron.
"Hey." She felt someone take her arm. She turned around and saw Ron, with a red tinge in his cheeks.
"Er, want to walk with me?" he asked. Hermione looked at him. It was clearly visible that it was hard for him to say this.
"Sure," Hermione replied. Oh god, she thought to herself.
They walked slowly, without talking. Then finally, Ron broke the silence.
"So, er, how does it feel to be Head Girl?"
"It's alright," Hermione said. "I really didn't expect it-- I mean, I'm a sixth year," she added, seeing the smirk on Ron's face. They walked for a few more minutes without saying anything. We're taking the long route... Hermione thought.
"'Mione," Ron said slowly. "I really like being with you."
Hermione looked at him straight in the eye. He actually, looked good, she noticed just now. His red hair was fallen over his face. The freckles reflected off his skin, giving him a glow she had never seen there before. They stared at each other for a moment.
Then, before Hermione knew it happened, Ron had brought his face onto hers, and their lips touched.
Hermione panicked. She stood there frozen, her mind racing. She did not know what to do.
Before she realized it, Ron took his lips off hers, and looked in her eyes.
"'Mione..." he whispered. They stared at one another for a moment, but then Hermione looked away.
"I think we better get going to common room," she said, without looking at him. She started up the steps.
"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, get to your dormitories."
Hermione looked up and saw Professor McGonagall standing on top of the staircase, wearing a frown.
"Mr. Weasley, up to Gryffindor common room, now."
Ron nodded, looked at Hermione one final time, and headed upstairs.
"Miss Granger, my apologies. I haven't told you where your dormitory is."
"Sorry? My dormitory?"
"Yes," Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "The Head Boy and Girl have one to themselves."
Hermione's heart sank.
"No! I mean, I can't share a dormitory with Malfoy!" Hermione pleaded. "Please Professor, you know I can't."
"You can, and you will," Professor McGonagall said, in a tone that seemed to end the matter. "Come." She headed up the stairs, beckoning Hermione to follow her.
Hermione walked alongside her, her face horrorstruck. Sharing a common room with Malfoy... It seemed unreal. She could barely withstand a MINUTE with him, let alone sharing a DORMITORY with him.
"We're here," Professor McGonagall said, interrupting her thoughts.
They stood in front of a large painting of Hogwarts castle.
"Good, you've arrived," said a soft voice.
They turned to see Professor Snape, walking with Draco Malfoy towards them. Draco had a look of grimace on his face.
Professor McGonagall's eyes narrowed. She looked back to the painting.
"Orange Chocolate," she said loudly.
"That's the password?" Draco demanded.
"Being Head Boy ought to teach you some manners, Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said dangerously. Draco scowled at her, then looked away.
The painting swung inwards, and Professor McGonagall climbed into the hole. Hermione and the rest followed her.
As they came out of the hole, a dimly lit room came into view.
"Lumis Serio," she muttered, her wand pointed to the ceiling. The room suddenly brightened.
Hermione looked up, and gasped.
There was a night sky above her. The sky was black, and it was filled with bright, sparkling stars.
Hermione stared at it in awe.
"The bathroom is there," Professor McGonagall said, pointing to a shiny wooden door on the other side of the room. "Your bedrooms are upstairs."
Hermione saw two staircases on either side of the room, both leading to two wooden doors. She stepped closer.
Printed in magnificent gold calligraphy, the first door had HB written on it. The other one read HG.
"Oh, wow," Hermione sighed. This was...this was beautiful.
"Your luggage has already been brought up to your rooms," said Professor McGonagall. "I shall be leaving you now. Come, Professor Snape."
Giving them a final nod, she headed towards the portrait hole with Professor Snape, and climbed out.
Hermione was still staring at her new common room. Her new, privacy.
"Like it, Granger?"
Hermione was brought back to reality with an unpleasant bump. She had forgotten Draco was here with her.
"Bring that Weasley in here, and he might die of shock," Draco said nastily.
"Shut up," Hermione responded, not looking at him.
"I think this is fit for Head Boy and Girl," Draco said, a glint in his eyes. "Why did they have to make a mudblood Head Girl?"
Hermione felt a surge of hatred rising rapidly inside of her.
"You know," Draco said softly. "One day when Dumbledore gets fired, you're going to get killed."
Hermione remained silent.
"That's right. They're going to come and kill you, mudblood. So, instead of dreading that day, why don't you just kill yourself, and make their job easier?"
Hermione was shaking with rage, fighting her tears.
She looked down at her hands, which were formed into tight fists. They were shaking violently.
Hermione swallowed hard. She looked up and saw Draco watching her intently.
You can't do anything, a voice inside her said. Forget about him.
Hermione looked from the floor, to Draco again.
Then, without noticing what she did, she had started walking towards the bedrooms. She could feel Draco's cold hatred-filled eyes on her. Hot tears trickled down her cheeks.
I wish he would die, she thought to herself.
She reached the door reading HG, and opened it. Without looking around, she threw herself on the king-sized bed.
If Hermione wasn't so tired and upset, she would have realized she was sleeping in the best room in all of Hogwarts.