A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, y'all make my day when you do. Yes,
even you Dez... I know, hard to believe =P. So, anyway, here's chapter 4,
this chapter was actually kinda hard to write cause it has the bathroom
scene and I didn't want it to be too cliché... I tried. =)
o Should I Stay Or Should I Go? o
Hermione sighed. She felt so lost at this moment. Like she didn't fit in with her old friends. It's not like this was a new feeling, she had felt out of place for most of her life. Her thirst for knowledge set her apart from most people her age and she was always seen as a know-it-all. She glanced around the table. These people were her friends weren't they? She should be able to tell them anything. They wouldn't hate her for being pureblood would they? Of course they wouldn't, she thought. Ron's a pureblood. They don't all go to Slytherin. Get a grip, Hermione, she told herself. She let her eyes roam around the room and as if by magnetic force they were soon level with a pair of steely gray orbs. Hermione shuddered as the icy gaze washed over her, leaving her flesh in goose bumps and the hair on the back of her neck on end. A wave of deep emotion she didn't recognize poured over her and she pulled her eyes away, shaking the unknown emotion out of her head and her heart.
She picked at her food, eating a bit of the salad but not much in all. She got up and began to head back to her new quarters.
"Where're you going, Hermione?" Ron asked, flashing her his chewed roast and mashed potatoes. (A/N: I hate potatoes...)
"Back to my room, I don't feel so well," she said weakly.
"Ok, see you."
"Yeah, later..."
Before heading back to her room Hermione stopped in the library, searching for a book she had seen once last year on paint-change charms and other decorating things like that. She quickly located it and began the trek back to her dormitory. She started to read through the book as she walked and only stopped when she heard someone clear his throat near her. She turned around, and there was no one.
"Err... who's there?" She called, hesitant.
"Excuse me, Miss Granger is it? Is this not your room?" Hermione turned to see the painting of Nicholas Flammel talking to her.
"Oh, bloody hell. I wasn't paying attention. Thank you sir."
"Of course. Password?"
"Phoenix Firebird."
"Surely is, good-bye Miss."
"Good-bye." She stepped into her common room and glanced around. Good, she thought, Draco had stayed at the feast. She opened her own door, kicked off her shoes, and sat cross-legged on the middle of her blue bedspread. Opening the book, she started with the paint-changing spell.
"Expingo Coloro, Black." She said, pointing her wand at the dungeon walls. Starting from the corner, it seemed as if a black veil of paint began to uncurl, enveloping the walls in an opaque darkness. She flipped through the book finding all the spells she needed and continued to change her room until it looked more like her room at home. The bedspread was black also, her pillows black and pink. The curtain hanging over her window was a pirate's flag and her floor was covered in a shaggy hot pink area rug. Next were the things she had brought from home. She had mostly brought muggle posters that she had enchanted to move. She magicked them onto the walls until there more pictures of the Ramones, the Clash, Sugarcult, and The Misfits than wall space.
"There, that's better," she said aloud. She glanced at her watch, 9 O' clock. Oh well, it was early, but she was bloody tired. She walked to her wardrobe and changed into her short plaid boxers and a tank top. She wandered across her new carpet, it tickled her bare feet and she stopped to wiggle her toes in the plush-ness. Grabbing her toothbrush and bathroom bag she went to brush her teeth and get ready for sleep.
Her ivory and onyx bathroom was gorgeous and she was sure the taps were stainless steel. She sighed as she brushed her teeth, dental hygiene just reminded her of her parents. Which reminded her of her whole dreadful summer. She washed off her make-up and rinsed her glowing tanned skin with cool water, mentally rinsing away her sadness. Glancing towards the mirror she noticed another door to her left. She started toward it, pulling her hair up into a messy bun as she went. She opened the door and found another bathroom. A bathroom occupied by someone singing in the shower. She laughed, this was Draco's bathroom, and he was singing! She listened closer and soon realized he was singing a familiar song.
"If you say that you are mine, I'll be here 'til the end of time.."
She picked out the gurgled words and pieced them into "Should I Stay Or Should I Go" by The Clash. It was one of her favorites, and Draco wasn't a bad singer.
She slid down to the floor and leaned her back against the wall for support. She lost herself in his voice, succumbing to the gentle tones of his words.
"Well c'mon and let me know, should I stay or should I go?" Draco continued to sing his favorite song, letting the words run out his mouth as the water ran over his body. There was nothing better, he decided, then singing in the shower. You were alone, warm and able to sing as off key as you wanted. It was freedom. Suddenly Draco heard a noise from outside the shower curtain, he inched it back slowly, to reveal Hermione, who had unknowingly started singing along with him. He stifled a laugh.
"You gotta let me know..." Hermione stopped, Draco was singing anymore. Oh fuck...she thought. She slowly brought her head up and unfortunately met an icy silver stare.
"Shit..."
"Hello, Granger." Malfoy said, securing a towel around his waist. "I never suspected you for a peeping Tom."
"I'm not, I was just enjoying the show," she said, raising an eyebrow at his half naked form. Again this off-handed comment struck him with surprise. So bold coming from Granger. Trying to one up her he drawled,
"Care to join me?" He raised an eyebrow to match hers and grinned deviously.
"Yes." Draco blinked at her.
"Err... what?"
"I said yes. But I won't, thanks." She stood up and sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving a shocked and confused Draco in her wake. She almost didn't believe her own boldness. Once she was back in her own room she laughed at the expression on his face. She couldn't wait to tell Ginny about it.
Draco was still shocked as he laid in the silence of his own room. He was willing sleep to come to him, but he couldn't stop Hermione from coming to the front of his mind. What was he going to do about it? He could never make things work with a mudblood. For one, his father, and for another, Hermione hated him! He sighed and closed his eyes yet again. This time though, a wave of exhaustion hit him and he fell into a fitful slumber.
A/N: Well, there it is. Can you tell what song I was listening to when I wrote this? Lol. Thanks for reading, now, if you look, there's a little purpley-blue button. I like that button. You should click. =D
Happy Christmas, Mandee
o Should I Stay Or Should I Go? o
Hermione sighed. She felt so lost at this moment. Like she didn't fit in with her old friends. It's not like this was a new feeling, she had felt out of place for most of her life. Her thirst for knowledge set her apart from most people her age and she was always seen as a know-it-all. She glanced around the table. These people were her friends weren't they? She should be able to tell them anything. They wouldn't hate her for being pureblood would they? Of course they wouldn't, she thought. Ron's a pureblood. They don't all go to Slytherin. Get a grip, Hermione, she told herself. She let her eyes roam around the room and as if by magnetic force they were soon level with a pair of steely gray orbs. Hermione shuddered as the icy gaze washed over her, leaving her flesh in goose bumps and the hair on the back of her neck on end. A wave of deep emotion she didn't recognize poured over her and she pulled her eyes away, shaking the unknown emotion out of her head and her heart.
She picked at her food, eating a bit of the salad but not much in all. She got up and began to head back to her new quarters.
"Where're you going, Hermione?" Ron asked, flashing her his chewed roast and mashed potatoes. (A/N: I hate potatoes...)
"Back to my room, I don't feel so well," she said weakly.
"Ok, see you."
"Yeah, later..."
Before heading back to her room Hermione stopped in the library, searching for a book she had seen once last year on paint-change charms and other decorating things like that. She quickly located it and began the trek back to her dormitory. She started to read through the book as she walked and only stopped when she heard someone clear his throat near her. She turned around, and there was no one.
"Err... who's there?" She called, hesitant.
"Excuse me, Miss Granger is it? Is this not your room?" Hermione turned to see the painting of Nicholas Flammel talking to her.
"Oh, bloody hell. I wasn't paying attention. Thank you sir."
"Of course. Password?"
"Phoenix Firebird."
"Surely is, good-bye Miss."
"Good-bye." She stepped into her common room and glanced around. Good, she thought, Draco had stayed at the feast. She opened her own door, kicked off her shoes, and sat cross-legged on the middle of her blue bedspread. Opening the book, she started with the paint-changing spell.
"Expingo Coloro, Black." She said, pointing her wand at the dungeon walls. Starting from the corner, it seemed as if a black veil of paint began to uncurl, enveloping the walls in an opaque darkness. She flipped through the book finding all the spells she needed and continued to change her room until it looked more like her room at home. The bedspread was black also, her pillows black and pink. The curtain hanging over her window was a pirate's flag and her floor was covered in a shaggy hot pink area rug. Next were the things she had brought from home. She had mostly brought muggle posters that she had enchanted to move. She magicked them onto the walls until there more pictures of the Ramones, the Clash, Sugarcult, and The Misfits than wall space.
"There, that's better," she said aloud. She glanced at her watch, 9 O' clock. Oh well, it was early, but she was bloody tired. She walked to her wardrobe and changed into her short plaid boxers and a tank top. She wandered across her new carpet, it tickled her bare feet and she stopped to wiggle her toes in the plush-ness. Grabbing her toothbrush and bathroom bag she went to brush her teeth and get ready for sleep.
Her ivory and onyx bathroom was gorgeous and she was sure the taps were stainless steel. She sighed as she brushed her teeth, dental hygiene just reminded her of her parents. Which reminded her of her whole dreadful summer. She washed off her make-up and rinsed her glowing tanned skin with cool water, mentally rinsing away her sadness. Glancing towards the mirror she noticed another door to her left. She started toward it, pulling her hair up into a messy bun as she went. She opened the door and found another bathroom. A bathroom occupied by someone singing in the shower. She laughed, this was Draco's bathroom, and he was singing! She listened closer and soon realized he was singing a familiar song.
"If you say that you are mine, I'll be here 'til the end of time.."
She picked out the gurgled words and pieced them into "Should I Stay Or Should I Go" by The Clash. It was one of her favorites, and Draco wasn't a bad singer.
She slid down to the floor and leaned her back against the wall for support. She lost herself in his voice, succumbing to the gentle tones of his words.
"Well c'mon and let me know, should I stay or should I go?" Draco continued to sing his favorite song, letting the words run out his mouth as the water ran over his body. There was nothing better, he decided, then singing in the shower. You were alone, warm and able to sing as off key as you wanted. It was freedom. Suddenly Draco heard a noise from outside the shower curtain, he inched it back slowly, to reveal Hermione, who had unknowingly started singing along with him. He stifled a laugh.
"You gotta let me know..." Hermione stopped, Draco was singing anymore. Oh fuck...she thought. She slowly brought her head up and unfortunately met an icy silver stare.
"Shit..."
"Hello, Granger." Malfoy said, securing a towel around his waist. "I never suspected you for a peeping Tom."
"I'm not, I was just enjoying the show," she said, raising an eyebrow at his half naked form. Again this off-handed comment struck him with surprise. So bold coming from Granger. Trying to one up her he drawled,
"Care to join me?" He raised an eyebrow to match hers and grinned deviously.
"Yes." Draco blinked at her.
"Err... what?"
"I said yes. But I won't, thanks." She stood up and sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving a shocked and confused Draco in her wake. She almost didn't believe her own boldness. Once she was back in her own room she laughed at the expression on his face. She couldn't wait to tell Ginny about it.
Draco was still shocked as he laid in the silence of his own room. He was willing sleep to come to him, but he couldn't stop Hermione from coming to the front of his mind. What was he going to do about it? He could never make things work with a mudblood. For one, his father, and for another, Hermione hated him! He sighed and closed his eyes yet again. This time though, a wave of exhaustion hit him and he fell into a fitful slumber.
A/N: Well, there it is. Can you tell what song I was listening to when I wrote this? Lol. Thanks for reading, now, if you look, there's a little purpley-blue button. I like that button. You should click. =D
Happy Christmas, Mandee