Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah I am not the almighty.... these characters are
NOT mine....
Author's note: I hope the story is okay so far... It has mainly been *my* writing! Stacy's no help whatsoever! hehe j/k stacy! but this chapter is my doing because stacy is not here! *sniff* stupid moving!!! ~*~
"What are you looking at, 'Mione?" questioned Ron, glancing in the direction that Hermione was staring.
"Yeah, what's so great about Malfoy?" continued Harry.
Hermione quickly diverted her gaze. "He's Head Boy this year..."
"You told us that already," they chorused.
"Yeah... I knew that..." she murmured, flicking a lock of silky brown hair out of her face.
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"Draco, I missed you on the train ride!" whined Pansy.
"I missed you too, baby," Draco cooed, running his hand slowly up her thigh, but he was looking across the Hall, at someone else. Pansy was too dim to notice, so he knew he could get away with it.
"Hey," grunted Crabbe.
"What?" squealed Pansy.
"Who's Draco staring at?" replied Goyle.
Pansy grasped Draco's hand, and placed it on her breast. He wasn't fazed by it. "Draco!" she yelled, and he turned toward her. Then he noticed where his hand was, and that Pansy was holding it there. He flashed her a grin to cover his mistake.
~*~
Hermione stood, and was heading for Dumbledore's office, when a voice drawled behind her.
"Granger, next time you're in the Great Hall, please don't look at me so much. I mean, I know I am dead sexy and all, but damn, I don't want *you* coming up with impossible fantasies."
"Oh shut the fuck up, Malfoy!" she spat, twirling on her heel, and storming off. Draco jogged to catch up with her.
"I was fucking with you, Granger. You didn't even come up with a comeback, that must mean -" he began.
"For your information, asshole, 'shut the fuck up' means to stop TALKING!" she yelled. Suddenly, a stone gargoyle began to quiver, and it opened into a doorway. Dumbledore stood in the entrance.
"Let's begin, shall we?" his eyes twinkled, as usual. He began to climb the spiral staircase to his office.
"Of course, Headmaster!" Hermione blushed, and tagged along behind him. Draco waited for a moment, and then followed.
When they sat down, Dumbledore rolled open a blue piece of glittery parchment. It contained the blueprint of a common room, with two rooms attached to it.
"Your new rooms," he smiled, "that is, if you both feel comfortable with residing together."
They cast nervous glances at each other, then Draco quickly nodded. "Sure," mumbled Hermione.
"Good!" he exclaimed.
"Where are these rooms?" asked Hermione.
"Ah, wonderful question! Only the Head Boy and Girl may enter them, the portrait is designed to recognize the Head Boy and Girl only. However, if someone is with you, they will be admitted too. They are in the West end of the castle, on the tenth floor, behind the portrait of the waterfall with the fairy beneath it. All of your belongings are already there, so are there any more questions?" Dumbledore said. Both seventeen year olds were silent, so they meandered down the staircase.
"Good! Now follow me to your rooms!" said McGonagall, who was waiting for them outside the gargoyle.
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A/N 2: All by myself! How'd I do? REVIEW *please*! (*smiles sweetly, growling at the same time*)
Author's note: I hope the story is okay so far... It has mainly been *my* writing! Stacy's no help whatsoever! hehe j/k stacy! but this chapter is my doing because stacy is not here! *sniff* stupid moving!!! ~*~
"What are you looking at, 'Mione?" questioned Ron, glancing in the direction that Hermione was staring.
"Yeah, what's so great about Malfoy?" continued Harry.
Hermione quickly diverted her gaze. "He's Head Boy this year..."
"You told us that already," they chorused.
"Yeah... I knew that..." she murmured, flicking a lock of silky brown hair out of her face.
~*~
"Draco, I missed you on the train ride!" whined Pansy.
"I missed you too, baby," Draco cooed, running his hand slowly up her thigh, but he was looking across the Hall, at someone else. Pansy was too dim to notice, so he knew he could get away with it.
"Hey," grunted Crabbe.
"What?" squealed Pansy.
"Who's Draco staring at?" replied Goyle.
Pansy grasped Draco's hand, and placed it on her breast. He wasn't fazed by it. "Draco!" she yelled, and he turned toward her. Then he noticed where his hand was, and that Pansy was holding it there. He flashed her a grin to cover his mistake.
~*~
Hermione stood, and was heading for Dumbledore's office, when a voice drawled behind her.
"Granger, next time you're in the Great Hall, please don't look at me so much. I mean, I know I am dead sexy and all, but damn, I don't want *you* coming up with impossible fantasies."
"Oh shut the fuck up, Malfoy!" she spat, twirling on her heel, and storming off. Draco jogged to catch up with her.
"I was fucking with you, Granger. You didn't even come up with a comeback, that must mean -" he began.
"For your information, asshole, 'shut the fuck up' means to stop TALKING!" she yelled. Suddenly, a stone gargoyle began to quiver, and it opened into a doorway. Dumbledore stood in the entrance.
"Let's begin, shall we?" his eyes twinkled, as usual. He began to climb the spiral staircase to his office.
"Of course, Headmaster!" Hermione blushed, and tagged along behind him. Draco waited for a moment, and then followed.
When they sat down, Dumbledore rolled open a blue piece of glittery parchment. It contained the blueprint of a common room, with two rooms attached to it.
"Your new rooms," he smiled, "that is, if you both feel comfortable with residing together."
They cast nervous glances at each other, then Draco quickly nodded. "Sure," mumbled Hermione.
"Good!" he exclaimed.
"Where are these rooms?" asked Hermione.
"Ah, wonderful question! Only the Head Boy and Girl may enter them, the portrait is designed to recognize the Head Boy and Girl only. However, if someone is with you, they will be admitted too. They are in the West end of the castle, on the tenth floor, behind the portrait of the waterfall with the fairy beneath it. All of your belongings are already there, so are there any more questions?" Dumbledore said. Both seventeen year olds were silent, so they meandered down the staircase.
"Good! Now follow me to your rooms!" said McGonagall, who was waiting for them outside the gargoyle.
~*~
A/N 2: All by myself! How'd I do? REVIEW *please*! (*smiles sweetly, growling at the same time*)