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When Hermione had gathered her senses, and had taken her anger out on her pillow, she decided to explore her room, to her surprise, it was rather large, her bed was a double 4 poster bed rather like the ones back at school, it had emerald covers and pillows all made out of soft velvet with patterns of moons and stars. In the corner of the room was a grand wardrobe and dressing table next to it, there was a small dining area with a table and 4 chairs around it, bedside tables, a chandelier, and even a balcony, which looked out onto the alley. At the foot of her large bed she found her luggage, which her mother had packed for her, and as she had said, it did seem to hold all of her belongings, it was full to the brim with clothes, books, teddies, everything you could imagine packing. She decided to unpack everything and spend the rest of the day in her room, as it WAS big enough.
Half way through packing she heard an enormous clatter and the annoying sound of Malfoy cursing a few doors down,
"Urgh, Malfoy, I had forgotten about him" she whispered to herself.
She was defiantly going to stay in now she had remembered him. She knew that he would be out and about sooner or later after he had finished sulking about being defeated in the first fight they had, because, knowing Malfoy, he would need to carry his weight around and have a go a somebody for something.
After she had finished unpacking all her things and arranged them all in the way she saw fit, Hermione decided to take a bath, Malfoy on the other hand was on his way out of his room to find something to do, he tried to resist the temptation to bang on Hermione's door as loud as he could but the temptation was just to strong. As he was walking past he gave it 3 loud knocks then ran away as if playing a childish game of knock-a-door-run, as he ran he shouted some more abuse.
"Granger, there's a foul smell coming from your door!!" he yelled as she was running her bath
"Get bent Malfoy", she replied, Hermione had to laugh slightly at the thought of Malfoy trying to irritate her by banging on her door each time he went passed. She slipped into the tub and tried to relax.
"I hope my mum and dad are happy in France while I am stuck here with a lunatic, I wish I could have gone to, I could have traveled there alone, God, nobody else's parents sent them here on Christmas, wait, yes they did, Malfoy's parents did, but it doesn't count because I hate him" she laughed to herself
She dipped her head under the water and washed her hair.
" I know, I'll write to Harry and Ron and tell them what's happened, maybe Ron could even visit, that would be nice, I think I'm going to need somebody to talk to or I'll go mad"
Malfoy at the moment in time was gawping at the broomsticks in the Quidditch shops, he loved playing Quidditch and was even on the Slytherin school team, he was good at it to, although he might not be as good as Harry Potter but he WAS good at it, Draco Malfoy hated Harry, he was always getting so much attention for doing nothing and everybody loved him. That was one of the reasons why he wanted to be so good at Quidditch, so he could beat Harry, at least just once, he wanted some attention for a change instead of the perfect Harry Potter and his friends. Malfoy was concentrating so much on thinking about how much he hated Harry; he didn't even notice that he was being stared at.
Hermione was now out of the tub and was looking out from her balcony, not particularly at Malfoy, as she felt sick when ever she did, she was just looking at Diagon alley, the shops, the people, everything, she didn't even see him until he nearly tripped up over a cobble. She couldn't stand to look at him, he was so vain, and he was using a window to make sure his hair was ok after he tripped up. She decided to write to Harry and Ron then give the letters to the Receptionist to be owled. She decided to write Ron's letter first, she got out her parchment and quill and began to scribble
Dear RonYou will never guess what has happened. I was supposed to be meeting my parents at the station, but it turns out they are in France for work or something, so, I have to stay at Diagon Alley for Christmas, but the worst thing is Malfoy is here. Yes, you read correctly, Malfoy. We have already had a big fight and I have only been her a few hours, he gets me so mad. Anyway, I was wondering whether or not you would like to visit or something, because I've got a feeling that I will go crazy if I don't talk to anyone civilized, maybe we could buy Harry's Christmas present together.
Hermione
Once she had finished writing to Ron she folded it up and got a new piece of parchment to write to Harry
Dear HarryI am sure that you will get a letter from Ron telling you about this but it turns out I won't be going home for Christmas after all. My parents have had to go to France for a business thing and I couldn't go, so, I am stuck in a hotel in Diagon alley for the holidays. You will never guess what I am about to tell you now…Malfoy is here. He has to stay here to, we have had a fight already and he is getting me really mad. It might be ok though because I have asked Ron if he can visit me, please write back and keep well.
Lots of love…Hermione
She wrote "lots of love" for Harry, as she didn't feel comfortable sending Ron a letter with the same on. She folded up his letter put them in her pocket, dried her hair with a towel slightly and set off to give the letters to the reception to Owl them.
On her way down the stairs, she passed Malfoy who was on his way back up the stairs; they glared as they passed each other.
"Been in the bath have we Granger?" He laughed after he passed her "You do know that a bath won't help clean the filth off you, nothing will" he muttered nastily
"You do realize that nothing you do, Malfoy, will help to clean out your big fat gob" she retorted just as nasty.
They glared at each other again and went their separate ways.
After Hermione had given the letters in she made her way back up to her room hesitantly, trying to think of ways how she could keep out of Malfoy's way, she got to her door and realized she had left it open before she handed in the letters, she walked in and was in shock at what she saw, Malfoy had the nerve to enter her room, he was looking at her wizards chess set when he noticed she had returned.
"What are you doing in here? This is my room, how dare you invade my privacy like this! You little ferret!" Screamed Hermione going red in the face.
He popped up his head in shocked at how loud she had shouted
"Get out you little grub!"
"Chill out hot head, I was only looking, I swear you Mudbloods have anger problems"
"I have every right to be angry with you Malfoy, You're in my room!"
"Not much of a room is it, mines bigger and better, with a nicer bed, I'm sure your parent's can't afford the best!"
"At least my parent's want me home this Christmas, unlike yours, your parents want you out of the way!!" she shouted evilly, she knew she had hit a spot. Malfoy grew silent; he looked at his feet, wondering what to say. Hermione couldn't believe what was happening, Malfoy, her worst enemy from school, the enemy of many at school, was standing there, in her room, he had been knocked down to half his size. The parent comment had left him stranded in her room, he was lost for words.
"You have a lot to say don't you, oh, how the mighty have fallen!" she shouted, she sounded as nasty as Malfoy.
"I hate you Hermione Granger, you piece of filth, Mudblood, I HATE YOU!" he screamed in her face, his usually pale complexion had turned a violent red.
"Did I hit a soft spot there? Sorry, see I was so busy being insulted by you, I forgot how much you hate it, you're a selfish git Malfoy, so what if you hate me, I HATE YOU TOO!"
"Well, Granger, if your parent's love you so much, why are they making you stay here too!?"
Business meeting in France to go too!"
"They wanted me to stay with them, but, you see, unlike your parents, they actually have an important business trip to be on!"
"You don't know what my Father is doing, for your information, he does have important business to attend to, that is why I am here!"
"There is no business Malfoy, I would know if there were, you are talking to me here, there is nothing important going on at the Ministry and nothing that should stop you going home this Christmas! Only the fact that you aren't wanted home!" she was getting really nasty now, but she needed to get it out, she had had too much of Malfoy making her miserable, it was her turn to make him miserable. "I don't know why you hate me so much, because I am sure that if your Father wasn't speaking out of your mouth so often then I wouldn't hate you as much!!"
"Y…Y…You're crazy Granger, you're a crazy Mudblood. I don't hate you because Lucius makes me, sure, he wants me too, I hate you because you a stupid know-it-all, you're a Mudblood, you think you own and know everything don't you, you, Perfect Potter and that ugly Weasley, walking around all high and mighty "Look at us, Look at us, Look at what we did this year, aren't we so GREAT!" That is why I hate you!!!!" they both stood there silent for a second or two, the atmosphere in the room at that moment was extremely intense.
Malfoy pushed Hermione out of his way stormed through the door and slammed it behind him. After Hermione sat on her bed, she heard him open his door with a force and shut it again; she stopped breathing to hear if he said anything but it was silent.
She couldn't believe what had just happened and neither could Malfoy, they had just been completely honest with each other, they might have said it with intentions of hurting each other, but they were still honest. They both sat still on their bed's in separate room's, trying to get their heads around what just happened, trying their best to listen to what either of them was doing, they were both completely embarrassed, worst enemies weren't supposed to have that kind of argument, they both kept trying to remember what each of them had done to hate each other over the years. Malfoy remembered how he was forced to serve detention with them in the forest in his first year at Hogwarts and how he was constantly beaten at Quidditch, Hermione was thinking about how he had made fun of Harry when Rita Skeeter had printed the most awful things about the two of them the year before and how Malfoy had constantly called her a "Mudblood". Slowly they both fell asleep.