A/N
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; however I bet I can buy him on e- bay. : )
Chapter V: Complicated
Harry stared at the portraits.
"Are you going to give the password or not? If you aren't then go away. I have better things to do than watch you stand here all day," said Draco's portrait.
"Leave him alone and open up. It's his first day he doesn't know the password yet."
"Erm. yeah, what he said."
"Why should I?"
"Because if you don't I wont help You when you get here," answered the Harry portrait.
The door opened faster than Harry (the wizard, not the portrait) would have thought possible.
"Get in, before I change my mind."
~*~
The room Harry entered was not very large. It was about twelve feet by fourteen feet. There were two beds (both with deep scarlet sheets and bed hangings) as well as two trunks and two wardrobes. Upon closer inspection Harry saw a desk in the corner that could seat one person on either side. The room was dark. The walls were the same deep red as the rest of the room and gave an almost romantic feel to the room. At least, they would have if Harry wasn't sharing the room with his least favorite person (alive).
Across from the entrance were two other doors. They were side by side and had no recognizable markings on them.
Harry moved to the doors and decided to open the left-hand one. It led to a short hall, about 3 feet long, and another door. Harry, of course, could not resist the urge to find out what was on the other side. He walked toward the door and, without pausing, opened it.
~*~
Hermione found her room quickly and entered (after giving the password she had weaseled out of Professor McGonagle to the portraits). It looked almost identical to Harry's room except for the large amount of books stacked on her own trunk, and Pansy Parkerson. She was sitting on her bed looking as if all was rite in the world; as if she didn't wish Hermione were dead; as if she wasn't trapped in the room with someone that had good reason to hate her.
"Let's get some things strait before you start mucking things up with your mudblood germs," she said as Hermione entered. "If it's mine don't touch it. If I'm here don't bother me. If I'm not here still don't bother me."
"Fine," answered Hermione, "but I have some rules of my own." Hermione drew her wand. "If you say anything about me or my friends, touch any of my things, or otherwise bother me, know that I can do almost anything to you. I know every charm and curse we have needed to learn as well as a few dozen I learned for fun. Don't make me use them."
Pansy paled slightly at the dark tone of Hermione's voice. She had never seen nor heard Hermione say anything more than 'ignore them' and the new changes were. surprising, though strangely comforting, a reminder of Slytherin life.
~*~
"Potter what the hell do you think you are doing? Get out!"
Harry should have known better by now than to open an unknown door without checking to see where it led, and he was paying the price now, or at least his eyes were.
Draco was standing in the lavatory sopping wet.and nude.
Harry could only stare at the finely chiseled body for a moment. The shock of his own actions overriding his mind, which was screaming 'SHUT THE DOOR YOU MORON,' but after realizing that he now knew EVERY part of Draco Malfoy intimately his brain kicked into gear and he slammed the door shut.
A/N To all of you that don't live at least in the gutter (if not worse places) I'm sorry. I hope this chapter can cure that for you. : D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; however I bet I can buy him on e- bay. : )
Chapter V: Complicated
Harry stared at the portraits.
"Are you going to give the password or not? If you aren't then go away. I have better things to do than watch you stand here all day," said Draco's portrait.
"Leave him alone and open up. It's his first day he doesn't know the password yet."
"Erm. yeah, what he said."
"Why should I?"
"Because if you don't I wont help You when you get here," answered the Harry portrait.
The door opened faster than Harry (the wizard, not the portrait) would have thought possible.
"Get in, before I change my mind."
~*~
The room Harry entered was not very large. It was about twelve feet by fourteen feet. There were two beds (both with deep scarlet sheets and bed hangings) as well as two trunks and two wardrobes. Upon closer inspection Harry saw a desk in the corner that could seat one person on either side. The room was dark. The walls were the same deep red as the rest of the room and gave an almost romantic feel to the room. At least, they would have if Harry wasn't sharing the room with his least favorite person (alive).
Across from the entrance were two other doors. They were side by side and had no recognizable markings on them.
Harry moved to the doors and decided to open the left-hand one. It led to a short hall, about 3 feet long, and another door. Harry, of course, could not resist the urge to find out what was on the other side. He walked toward the door and, without pausing, opened it.
~*~
Hermione found her room quickly and entered (after giving the password she had weaseled out of Professor McGonagle to the portraits). It looked almost identical to Harry's room except for the large amount of books stacked on her own trunk, and Pansy Parkerson. She was sitting on her bed looking as if all was rite in the world; as if she didn't wish Hermione were dead; as if she wasn't trapped in the room with someone that had good reason to hate her.
"Let's get some things strait before you start mucking things up with your mudblood germs," she said as Hermione entered. "If it's mine don't touch it. If I'm here don't bother me. If I'm not here still don't bother me."
"Fine," answered Hermione, "but I have some rules of my own." Hermione drew her wand. "If you say anything about me or my friends, touch any of my things, or otherwise bother me, know that I can do almost anything to you. I know every charm and curse we have needed to learn as well as a few dozen I learned for fun. Don't make me use them."
Pansy paled slightly at the dark tone of Hermione's voice. She had never seen nor heard Hermione say anything more than 'ignore them' and the new changes were. surprising, though strangely comforting, a reminder of Slytherin life.
~*~
"Potter what the hell do you think you are doing? Get out!"
Harry should have known better by now than to open an unknown door without checking to see where it led, and he was paying the price now, or at least his eyes were.
Draco was standing in the lavatory sopping wet.and nude.
Harry could only stare at the finely chiseled body for a moment. The shock of his own actions overriding his mind, which was screaming 'SHUT THE DOOR YOU MORON,' but after realizing that he now knew EVERY part of Draco Malfoy intimately his brain kicked into gear and he slammed the door shut.
A/N To all of you that don't live at least in the gutter (if not worse places) I'm sorry. I hope this chapter can cure that for you. : D