A/N: THANK YOU! To everyone who took the time to review even a little bit. Thanks. 1000 points to all of you! =P I meant to update sooner but one thing lead to another and I never got the chance. Sorry for the wait.
The train stopped and Professor McGonagall met them as they came out of their compartment. As usual her hair was pulled back into a strict knot and the look on her face was all business with no hint of a smile.
"I will be taking you to see your new dormitory before the feast and the sorting ceremony." She said stiffly.
"Err... dormitory? As in... only one?" Draco asked.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy. You and Ms Granger are sharing a five-room suite. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a common room."
"Are you sure that's a good idea professor... I mean-"
"It is a fine idea Mr Malfoy as it was Dumbledore's idea. You will do no complaining. This is to provide maybe the slightest amount of unity between the houses. If you and Ms Granger can get along, anyone can." With that she spun around and began to lead them to Draco and Hermione's doom and desire.
"You've been quiet about this whole thing," Draco snapped as soon as the professor was far enough away to be out of earshot.
"I see no reason to complain Malfoy, it's not like I'm sleeping or showering with you." She responded, "It's not that big of a deal."
"Maybe for you, you're not sharing a dorm with a filthy mudblood."
"Yeah...I definitely wouldn't understand what that would be like," she said sarcastically. "I'd say you were luckier actually, at least you don't have to share a dorm with a stuck up slytherin-prince-pureblood preacher- son-of-a-bastard-death-eating-moron."
"Moron? Nice finish Granger."
"Shut-up." She said sourly. As they walked farther into the depths of the castle, the hallways got more dismal and narrow. Even the paintings seem to be getting darker, Hermione thought as she passed a portrait of a man about to behead a hippogriff, much like Buckbeak's, a pet of Hagrid and the late Sirius, fate had nearly been at the hands of MacNair, a death eater.
Professor McGonagall stopped in front of a particularly colorless and gloomy painting of a man Hermione recognized as Nicholas Flammel. He had been the only owner of the Philosophers Stone, which Hermione and her friends had helped to save in their first year at Hogwarts.
"Phoenix Firebird." Spoke the Professor in a hurried tone, "Ok, Ms Granger, your room is to the left, Mr Malfoy, to the right, you may take a quick look around and then please join your housemates in the Great Hall for the Sorting Ceremony.
"Yes, Professor," they said simultaneously. She turned and walked back through the direction they had come.
"Phoenix Firebird, that should be easy to remember, that's my favorite car," Hermione said, breaking the silence.
"A Firebird? Ha, nice. I figured you to have an SUV, or something practical." He shook his black locks off his face and smirked at her.
"Then I guess you haven't got me figured at all," she said simply. Stepping away from him and turning toward the left where she was told her bedroom and bathroom were situated.
Draco watched her walk away. What made her feel as id she was able to talk down to him? He was Draco Malfoy! Sure, his father had been a death-eater, but he had never even considered being one himself. It was expected of him but he was not one to take orders from others. Now that his mother and father were dead, he was free to do as he pleased. Only, of course, if it was okay with Dumbledore. When he had been left an orphan Dumbledore had taken him in. He had always thought Dumbledore was an batty old wizard, but he had saved him. When his parents were killed, many sought after the youngest Malfoy, for the family had many enemies and Draco was the one to carry on their line of destruction. No one knew it, but Draco was living in the castle. He had been for the past year. He had ridden the Hogwarts Express into London and pretended to have been early to the train. No one knew, not even Blaise Zabini, the closest thing Draco had to a friend.
Hermione knew Draco was watching her and she put an extra sway in her hips as she walked. She couldn't afford to be nice to him yet, if she ever would. She assumed that goodie-goodies weren't his thing and she was sick of being good anyway. She wanted to be bad, different. She opened the door and walked in to her new room. It was nice, but not really her thing. It was done in a deep royal blue with lighter blue accents and bedspread. Her trunk was in the corner by the wardrobe where her clothes were hung neatly, presumably by house-elves. Hermione had given up on SPEW, but she still didn't entirely agree with the house-elves style of living and their inhumane treatment.
She knew she would have to deal with her room's décor later, but right now, she wanted to change for the feast. It was too warm in the castle for a hoodie. (A/N: Bunnyhug, Kangaroo Jacket, whatever you call it.) She went to the wardrobe and grabbed a perfectly worn Ramones shirt, and changed into her red Chuck Taylor sneakers, much more comfortable than the combat boots.
Draco too had gone to check out his room. It was also blue, and he vowed to fix it when he returned from the feast. He decided to look into his bathroom situation before he went down to the Great Hall and was surprised to see it was even bigger than the one he had while staying in his suite in the upper wing of the castle. A small pool took the place of the bathtub and everything was done in white marble except of course for the stainless steel taps that circled the tub and were centered in the sinks and shower. He noticed a door on the far side of the bathroom and opened it. It was another bathroom. Hermione's bathroom. She was going to have a fit. He chuckled and walked back through the rooms, meeting Hermione as she exited her door on the other side of the spacious common room.
"I suppose we could walk down to the hall together?" Malfoy asked, a curl of a question mark teasing his words.
"I suppose, but it's more like we left at the same time, we're not walking down 'together'."
"Obviously, since we both know it wasn't a conscious choice." Hermione rolled her chestnut eyes and opened the portrait and climbed out.
In the Great Hall, the first years were already being sorted as they walked in. Professor McGonagall stopped calling the students up and the room rang with whispers as everyone saw the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Princess (A/N: she's a princess just for you, Dez =P) walk in together. It was quite a sight and they both quickly assumed that the whispering was about them being within feet of each other.
"Ah, perfect timing. I'd like you all to meet your new Head boy and girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." Dumbledore spoke from the teacher's table.
"Hermione Granger?!" Hermione heard someone whisper loudly. Oh yeah, she had forgotten. People weren't whispering about her and Draco together, they were whispering because they thought her and Draco were new to the school. She laughed.
"They don't recognize us, that's great." She giggled, bowed her head to the student body and began to walk towards the Gryffindor table.
Draco, although he wanted to laugh, kept a stony face and strutted purposefully towards the table of Slytherins.
"Draco, mate! What's with the hair? Since when is black your color?" Blaise Zabini called out to him.
"Since I dyed it like that, Zabini." He retorted.
Dumbledore raised his hands and the hall fell silent of the whispers. "You may resume, Professor." He said to Professor McGonagall. She began to call the rest of the students up to be sorted.
"Chang, Jasmine." Cho Chang's younger sister, small and raven-haired, came to sit on the stool and was sorted into Ravenclaw. Next was Devins, Summer to Hufflepuff and on until Warwick, Mitchell was sorted to Slytherin.
Draco clapped as the first year grinned and joined their table. He felt his gaze pull to a certain Gryffindor, saw her looking very out of place in the sea of them. She looked up as if she felt him staring and he quickly looked away. What was so different about her this year... was Draco attracted to her?
A/N: Is it just me or did this chapter kinda suck? Sorry if you thought so. I was having the slightest bit of writers block. Lol. Anyway, if you avert your gaze to the bottom of the screen you will see a little blue button. Click it. Then review. =) thanks. Yours til the peanut butters, Mandee. (Don't discriminate against my loser-ness, embrace it. Dez has. =D)
The train stopped and Professor McGonagall met them as they came out of their compartment. As usual her hair was pulled back into a strict knot and the look on her face was all business with no hint of a smile.
"I will be taking you to see your new dormitory before the feast and the sorting ceremony." She said stiffly.
"Err... dormitory? As in... only one?" Draco asked.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy. You and Ms Granger are sharing a five-room suite. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a common room."
"Are you sure that's a good idea professor... I mean-"
"It is a fine idea Mr Malfoy as it was Dumbledore's idea. You will do no complaining. This is to provide maybe the slightest amount of unity between the houses. If you and Ms Granger can get along, anyone can." With that she spun around and began to lead them to Draco and Hermione's doom and desire.
"You've been quiet about this whole thing," Draco snapped as soon as the professor was far enough away to be out of earshot.
"I see no reason to complain Malfoy, it's not like I'm sleeping or showering with you." She responded, "It's not that big of a deal."
"Maybe for you, you're not sharing a dorm with a filthy mudblood."
"Yeah...I definitely wouldn't understand what that would be like," she said sarcastically. "I'd say you were luckier actually, at least you don't have to share a dorm with a stuck up slytherin-prince-pureblood preacher- son-of-a-bastard-death-eating-moron."
"Moron? Nice finish Granger."
"Shut-up." She said sourly. As they walked farther into the depths of the castle, the hallways got more dismal and narrow. Even the paintings seem to be getting darker, Hermione thought as she passed a portrait of a man about to behead a hippogriff, much like Buckbeak's, a pet of Hagrid and the late Sirius, fate had nearly been at the hands of MacNair, a death eater.
Professor McGonagall stopped in front of a particularly colorless and gloomy painting of a man Hermione recognized as Nicholas Flammel. He had been the only owner of the Philosophers Stone, which Hermione and her friends had helped to save in their first year at Hogwarts.
"Phoenix Firebird." Spoke the Professor in a hurried tone, "Ok, Ms Granger, your room is to the left, Mr Malfoy, to the right, you may take a quick look around and then please join your housemates in the Great Hall for the Sorting Ceremony.
"Yes, Professor," they said simultaneously. She turned and walked back through the direction they had come.
"Phoenix Firebird, that should be easy to remember, that's my favorite car," Hermione said, breaking the silence.
"A Firebird? Ha, nice. I figured you to have an SUV, or something practical." He shook his black locks off his face and smirked at her.
"Then I guess you haven't got me figured at all," she said simply. Stepping away from him and turning toward the left where she was told her bedroom and bathroom were situated.
Draco watched her walk away. What made her feel as id she was able to talk down to him? He was Draco Malfoy! Sure, his father had been a death-eater, but he had never even considered being one himself. It was expected of him but he was not one to take orders from others. Now that his mother and father were dead, he was free to do as he pleased. Only, of course, if it was okay with Dumbledore. When he had been left an orphan Dumbledore had taken him in. He had always thought Dumbledore was an batty old wizard, but he had saved him. When his parents were killed, many sought after the youngest Malfoy, for the family had many enemies and Draco was the one to carry on their line of destruction. No one knew it, but Draco was living in the castle. He had been for the past year. He had ridden the Hogwarts Express into London and pretended to have been early to the train. No one knew, not even Blaise Zabini, the closest thing Draco had to a friend.
Hermione knew Draco was watching her and she put an extra sway in her hips as she walked. She couldn't afford to be nice to him yet, if she ever would. She assumed that goodie-goodies weren't his thing and she was sick of being good anyway. She wanted to be bad, different. She opened the door and walked in to her new room. It was nice, but not really her thing. It was done in a deep royal blue with lighter blue accents and bedspread. Her trunk was in the corner by the wardrobe where her clothes were hung neatly, presumably by house-elves. Hermione had given up on SPEW, but she still didn't entirely agree with the house-elves style of living and their inhumane treatment.
She knew she would have to deal with her room's décor later, but right now, she wanted to change for the feast. It was too warm in the castle for a hoodie. (A/N: Bunnyhug, Kangaroo Jacket, whatever you call it.) She went to the wardrobe and grabbed a perfectly worn Ramones shirt, and changed into her red Chuck Taylor sneakers, much more comfortable than the combat boots.
Draco too had gone to check out his room. It was also blue, and he vowed to fix it when he returned from the feast. He decided to look into his bathroom situation before he went down to the Great Hall and was surprised to see it was even bigger than the one he had while staying in his suite in the upper wing of the castle. A small pool took the place of the bathtub and everything was done in white marble except of course for the stainless steel taps that circled the tub and were centered in the sinks and shower. He noticed a door on the far side of the bathroom and opened it. It was another bathroom. Hermione's bathroom. She was going to have a fit. He chuckled and walked back through the rooms, meeting Hermione as she exited her door on the other side of the spacious common room.
"I suppose we could walk down to the hall together?" Malfoy asked, a curl of a question mark teasing his words.
"I suppose, but it's more like we left at the same time, we're not walking down 'together'."
"Obviously, since we both know it wasn't a conscious choice." Hermione rolled her chestnut eyes and opened the portrait and climbed out.
In the Great Hall, the first years were already being sorted as they walked in. Professor McGonagall stopped calling the students up and the room rang with whispers as everyone saw the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Princess (A/N: she's a princess just for you, Dez =P) walk in together. It was quite a sight and they both quickly assumed that the whispering was about them being within feet of each other.
"Ah, perfect timing. I'd like you all to meet your new Head boy and girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." Dumbledore spoke from the teacher's table.
"Hermione Granger?!" Hermione heard someone whisper loudly. Oh yeah, she had forgotten. People weren't whispering about her and Draco together, they were whispering because they thought her and Draco were new to the school. She laughed.
"They don't recognize us, that's great." She giggled, bowed her head to the student body and began to walk towards the Gryffindor table.
Draco, although he wanted to laugh, kept a stony face and strutted purposefully towards the table of Slytherins.
"Draco, mate! What's with the hair? Since when is black your color?" Blaise Zabini called out to him.
"Since I dyed it like that, Zabini." He retorted.
Dumbledore raised his hands and the hall fell silent of the whispers. "You may resume, Professor." He said to Professor McGonagall. She began to call the rest of the students up to be sorted.
"Chang, Jasmine." Cho Chang's younger sister, small and raven-haired, came to sit on the stool and was sorted into Ravenclaw. Next was Devins, Summer to Hufflepuff and on until Warwick, Mitchell was sorted to Slytherin.
Draco clapped as the first year grinned and joined their table. He felt his gaze pull to a certain Gryffindor, saw her looking very out of place in the sea of them. She looked up as if she felt him staring and he quickly looked away. What was so different about her this year... was Draco attracted to her?
A/N: Is it just me or did this chapter kinda suck? Sorry if you thought so. I was having the slightest bit of writers block. Lol. Anyway, if you avert your gaze to the bottom of the screen you will see a little blue button. Click it. Then review. =) thanks. Yours til the peanut butters, Mandee. (Don't discriminate against my loser-ness, embrace it. Dez has. =D)