Chapter 2: Rain, Tim and Rose-Colored Walls
The two sat, trying not to look at each other. At one point, Hermione made a desperate comment on the weather, saying how nice it had been lately. Draco looked at her strangely. "It's been raining all week," he said. "Oh," Hermione looked down. She studied her fingers for a moment and looked up again. "I don't hate you," she said, closing her book, "You're just not very pleasant to be around. That and Harry doesn't like you," "Neither does Weasley," Draco added. It was silent again, until Tom came into the room looking for them. "Ah, good, you've found her," he said, "And how might Miss Hermione be?" "Fine, think you," Hermione said. Draco shook his head and stood up, pushing past Time in the doorway. Time looked surprised at his brother and then questioningly at Hermione. "What was that all about?" he asked. Hermione shook her head and put her book on the bookshelf. "He and I don't exactly get along," she sighed. Tim chuckled. "Draco doesn't get along with many people," he said, gesturing for Hermione to follow him, "He doesn't have many friends at his school," "I know. I'm actually one of his enemies," Hermione sighed again. Tim led her up a flight of stairs and into a guest bedroom with rose-colored walls. He set her bags by the bed and told her how to set the alarm on the bedside table. He said goodnight and shut the door behind him. Hermione began putting her clothes in the dresser and gave up halfway through. She was tired and it was late. She lied down on the bed and fell asleep with the covers underneath her and the lights on.
The two sat, trying not to look at each other. At one point, Hermione made a desperate comment on the weather, saying how nice it had been lately. Draco looked at her strangely. "It's been raining all week," he said. "Oh," Hermione looked down. She studied her fingers for a moment and looked up again. "I don't hate you," she said, closing her book, "You're just not very pleasant to be around. That and Harry doesn't like you," "Neither does Weasley," Draco added. It was silent again, until Tom came into the room looking for them. "Ah, good, you've found her," he said, "And how might Miss Hermione be?" "Fine, think you," Hermione said. Draco shook his head and stood up, pushing past Time in the doorway. Time looked surprised at his brother and then questioningly at Hermione. "What was that all about?" he asked. Hermione shook her head and put her book on the bookshelf. "He and I don't exactly get along," she sighed. Tim chuckled. "Draco doesn't get along with many people," he said, gesturing for Hermione to follow him, "He doesn't have many friends at his school," "I know. I'm actually one of his enemies," Hermione sighed again. Tim led her up a flight of stairs and into a guest bedroom with rose-colored walls. He set her bags by the bed and told her how to set the alarm on the bedside table. He said goodnight and shut the door behind him. Hermione began putting her clothes in the dresser and gave up halfway through. She was tired and it was late. She lied down on the bed and fell asleep with the covers underneath her and the lights on.