Disclamier: I own nothing that is connected with Harry Potter, I only own
the plot.
Thanks to Kerbi for the many reviews I really appreciate them.
also Thanks to Deese-Rouge-Cheveux for the review.
Special Thanks to my Beta reader Lily
And sorry It took so long for this chapter.
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Draco woke to the sun shining across his bed. "Bloody window!" He exclaimed as he looked at the clock which read 7:30 AM with the caption 'TOO EARLY'.
"Guess I better get ready and go down to breakfast now that I'm up," he mutterd to himself as he collected his clothes and school robe and headed to the bathroom.
Draco walked down the stairs and quickly into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
"Good morning, young man!" The mirror said in a upbeat, perky manner.
"Bloody talking mirrors," Draco mutterd to himself, slowly stripping off his green and silver boxers. (Beta: Mmmmm......)
"Aren't you a rude one!" The mirror scolded. "At least the Head Girl has some manners!"
Draco turned and scowled at the mirror and then turned back to the bath tub, looking at it quizzically. "There are no knobs," Draco said outloud.
"Tell me, mirror, how do you turn on the tub." Draco demanded.
"I'm not telling you." The mirror replied.
"Damn it, stupid mirror! I have to get ready for breakfast!! How do I turn on the blasted tub!"
"If you must know go and ask that young lady. She can tell you. Or ask me nicely." The mirror said and snorted in a very unlady-like manner.
"I'll ask the Mudblood before I ask a mirror nicely," Draco frowned and slipped back into his boxers. He headed out of the bathroom and toward Hermione's dorm.
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The sun was shining into Hermione's room, waking her up. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. She was still tired.
She got up slowly and went over to her vanity and looked into her mirror. There were dark purple circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. "I guess I'll have to apply some makeup to cover this up." Hermione said distastfully. She still didn't care much for makeup.
"Yes, dear, that would be a good idea," a soft voice replied.
"You talk too?!" Hermione said, astonished.
"Of course I talk!" The mirror exclaimed.
"It's just that, well, your the 2nd talking mirror that I've met in one day." Hermione said.
"I take it you've met the bathroom mirror. She's quite a match-maker, that one, sometimes causes the worst trouble and mishief." The mirror replied with a bit of distaste.
"You don't like her then?" Hermione asked quizzically.
"I've seen to many girls crying because of that one. If it was up to me she would be broke into a thousand pieces!"
"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" Hermione ventured.
"Okay, maybe just put in a girls lavatory," The mirror replied with a laugh. "She would beg to get out. Hates to be with a bunch of girls with no boys to match them up with."
"Having conversations with your mirror, Granger?" Draco drawled, leaning against her bed room door casually. "Well, that's probably the only thing that would talk to you besides Potty and Weasle."
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione glared.
"Nice to see you, too," Draco said. "I'll get to the point: Mudblood, how do you turn the faucet on in the lavatory?"
"What? Can't a pureblood like you figure it out?" Hermione snorted, "Why don't you ask the mirror?"
Draco frowned and his fists tightened. "Because, Mudblood, if you must know, she won't tell me." He spoke through gritted teeth.
"Hah! Not even a mirror wants to talk to you!" Hermione said, laughing. "Glad you're making friends on your second day back."
"Mudblood, I don't have all day! Tell me how to turn on the ruddy faucet" Draco yelled so fiercely Hermione flinched.
"Tap it two times," Hermione said, turning back to the mirror.
"That's it?" Draco asked, surprised.
"Unless you have a prefrance to the bubbles, that's it." Hermione said quietly, not facing him.
"And if I do?" His voice remained cold, but with a hint of curiosity.
"Tell it what kind of bubbles you want, then tap it again." Hermione said in a monotone. "Now get out and never come in my room again without knocking."
"I wouldn't want to come in your room anymore than I'd have to." Draco said strolling out of her room as silently as he came.
"Well he is a peachy one," The mirror replied.
"Yeah, sure is," Hermione scowled, getting up and getting her clothes. She quickly changed and put on her robes.
She sat back down at the vanity and ran a brush through her now-silky hair. She made the decision to throw it up in a pony tail. "Now, for the makeup." Hermione said, rummaging through her drawers. "Do you think Natural Ivory or Classic Ivory?" she asked the mirror.
"To cover the lack of sleep... I would say Natural. It will make you look less pale too. Dear, have you ever thought of a tanning spell?"
"Natural Ivory it is." Hermione said, dissmissing the rest of the mirror's sentence. She quickly applied the foundation and got a light brown blush and just touched up her cheeks. She dabbed on some light pink eye shadow and clear lip gloss to finish it off.
"Now, I'll just go and brush my teeth and I'll be ready to go down to breakfast." Hermione said cheerily.
"Have a good day, dear, and watch out for the mirror in the bathroom!"
"I will," Hermione said, laughing a little as she grabbed her backpack and headed down to the bathroom. She got there just as Draco was getting out.
"Out of my way, mudblood." Draco sneered.
"You're the one that is in my way, ferret face," Hermione replied, but stepped aside anyway.
Draco just saunterd past, not saying a word as he marched out of the portrait hole.
Hermione walked into the bathroom and over to the sink, taking out her toothbrush and toothpaste. She quickly began brushing her teeth, and then made a run for breakfast.
She had just left through the portait hole when she saw Harry and Ron coming down the stairs.
"Hey Hermione!" Harry said cheerfully.
"Hey guys," Hermione greeted.
"Hey, Herms." Ron said.
"Ron, how may times have I told you not to call me Hermes!?" Hermione asked pointedly.
"Sorry," Ron blushed a bit.
"So, guys, ready for breakfast?" Hermione asked linking arms with the two. (Beta: Did anyone just picture the Wizard of Oz? Follow the yello brick road......)
"I'm always Ready for food!" Ron said, rubbing his tummy with his free hand.
"That you are, Ron, that you are." Hermione giggled as they all began to join in laughter.
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Thanks to Kerbi for the many reviews I really appreciate them.
also Thanks to Deese-Rouge-Cheveux for the review.
Special Thanks to my Beta reader Lily
And sorry It took so long for this chapter.
~*~*~
Draco woke to the sun shining across his bed. "Bloody window!" He exclaimed as he looked at the clock which read 7:30 AM with the caption 'TOO EARLY'.
"Guess I better get ready and go down to breakfast now that I'm up," he mutterd to himself as he collected his clothes and school robe and headed to the bathroom.
Draco walked down the stairs and quickly into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
"Good morning, young man!" The mirror said in a upbeat, perky manner.
"Bloody talking mirrors," Draco mutterd to himself, slowly stripping off his green and silver boxers. (Beta: Mmmmm......)
"Aren't you a rude one!" The mirror scolded. "At least the Head Girl has some manners!"
Draco turned and scowled at the mirror and then turned back to the bath tub, looking at it quizzically. "There are no knobs," Draco said outloud.
"Tell me, mirror, how do you turn on the tub." Draco demanded.
"I'm not telling you." The mirror replied.
"Damn it, stupid mirror! I have to get ready for breakfast!! How do I turn on the blasted tub!"
"If you must know go and ask that young lady. She can tell you. Or ask me nicely." The mirror said and snorted in a very unlady-like manner.
"I'll ask the Mudblood before I ask a mirror nicely," Draco frowned and slipped back into his boxers. He headed out of the bathroom and toward Hermione's dorm.
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The sun was shining into Hermione's room, waking her up. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. She was still tired.
She got up slowly and went over to her vanity and looked into her mirror. There were dark purple circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. "I guess I'll have to apply some makeup to cover this up." Hermione said distastfully. She still didn't care much for makeup.
"Yes, dear, that would be a good idea," a soft voice replied.
"You talk too?!" Hermione said, astonished.
"Of course I talk!" The mirror exclaimed.
"It's just that, well, your the 2nd talking mirror that I've met in one day." Hermione said.
"I take it you've met the bathroom mirror. She's quite a match-maker, that one, sometimes causes the worst trouble and mishief." The mirror replied with a bit of distaste.
"You don't like her then?" Hermione asked quizzically.
"I've seen to many girls crying because of that one. If it was up to me she would be broke into a thousand pieces!"
"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" Hermione ventured.
"Okay, maybe just put in a girls lavatory," The mirror replied with a laugh. "She would beg to get out. Hates to be with a bunch of girls with no boys to match them up with."
"Having conversations with your mirror, Granger?" Draco drawled, leaning against her bed room door casually. "Well, that's probably the only thing that would talk to you besides Potty and Weasle."
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione glared.
"Nice to see you, too," Draco said. "I'll get to the point: Mudblood, how do you turn the faucet on in the lavatory?"
"What? Can't a pureblood like you figure it out?" Hermione snorted, "Why don't you ask the mirror?"
Draco frowned and his fists tightened. "Because, Mudblood, if you must know, she won't tell me." He spoke through gritted teeth.
"Hah! Not even a mirror wants to talk to you!" Hermione said, laughing. "Glad you're making friends on your second day back."
"Mudblood, I don't have all day! Tell me how to turn on the ruddy faucet" Draco yelled so fiercely Hermione flinched.
"Tap it two times," Hermione said, turning back to the mirror.
"That's it?" Draco asked, surprised.
"Unless you have a prefrance to the bubbles, that's it." Hermione said quietly, not facing him.
"And if I do?" His voice remained cold, but with a hint of curiosity.
"Tell it what kind of bubbles you want, then tap it again." Hermione said in a monotone. "Now get out and never come in my room again without knocking."
"I wouldn't want to come in your room anymore than I'd have to." Draco said strolling out of her room as silently as he came.
"Well he is a peachy one," The mirror replied.
"Yeah, sure is," Hermione scowled, getting up and getting her clothes. She quickly changed and put on her robes.
She sat back down at the vanity and ran a brush through her now-silky hair. She made the decision to throw it up in a pony tail. "Now, for the makeup." Hermione said, rummaging through her drawers. "Do you think Natural Ivory or Classic Ivory?" she asked the mirror.
"To cover the lack of sleep... I would say Natural. It will make you look less pale too. Dear, have you ever thought of a tanning spell?"
"Natural Ivory it is." Hermione said, dissmissing the rest of the mirror's sentence. She quickly applied the foundation and got a light brown blush and just touched up her cheeks. She dabbed on some light pink eye shadow and clear lip gloss to finish it off.
"Now, I'll just go and brush my teeth and I'll be ready to go down to breakfast." Hermione said cheerily.
"Have a good day, dear, and watch out for the mirror in the bathroom!"
"I will," Hermione said, laughing a little as she grabbed her backpack and headed down to the bathroom. She got there just as Draco was getting out.
"Out of my way, mudblood." Draco sneered.
"You're the one that is in my way, ferret face," Hermione replied, but stepped aside anyway.
Draco just saunterd past, not saying a word as he marched out of the portrait hole.
Hermione walked into the bathroom and over to the sink, taking out her toothbrush and toothpaste. She quickly began brushing her teeth, and then made a run for breakfast.
She had just left through the portait hole when she saw Harry and Ron coming down the stairs.
"Hey Hermione!" Harry said cheerfully.
"Hey guys," Hermione greeted.
"Hey, Herms." Ron said.
"Ron, how may times have I told you not to call me Hermes!?" Hermione asked pointedly.
"Sorry," Ron blushed a bit.
"So, guys, ready for breakfast?" Hermione asked linking arms with the two. (Beta: Did anyone just picture the Wizard of Oz? Follow the yello brick road......)
"I'm always Ready for food!" Ron said, rubbing his tummy with his free hand.
"That you are, Ron, that you are." Hermione giggled as they all began to join in laughter.
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