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"Im sorry!" said the Dean, she was a stout and short blonde witch with one blue eye
and one green eye. "There's no more dorms and all the on school housing is full..you two will
have to work our your differences.
Hermione, who had a very rigid and angry look on her face right then, pursed her lips
and looked to Oliver. Not wanting to upset the Dean or seem immature she sighed.
"Fine..I'll be nice if does.." she said holding out her hand.
Oliver met her stern gaze wondering what the little witch (meaning it in a more hateful
way) was up to, he shook her hand.
"Fine." he echoed. When the Dean smiled and turned away Hermione dropped her
hand as though his was hot coals.
They walked out of the office quickly and once the door was shut Hermione,
disgustedly, wiped her hand on her sleeve. Oliver gave her a acid look and walked off to the
dorm slamming the door in her face and locking it.
Hermione cursed him loudly, he smirked, looking rather smug with himself as he went
and sat down on the couch putting his feet up. The look left as Hermione walked inside easily,
his eyes widened and she smiled triumphantly.
"I have a key numb-skull.." she said before picking up her bags and going into her
room.
"Women." Oliver mumbled. He felt something hit him in the back of the head, he
looked to see one of his crisps packets spilling on his laps.
"Keep your disgusting food out of my room! And get your feet of the couch legally and
technically that's mine as I payed for it!" she yelled slamming her bedroom door.
"And to think I was excited to come to this college!" Hermione said to herself angrily,
she put her last award on the shelf with several other ones. There were many from Hogwarts
she had gotten, though her last year had been hectic between landing her modeling career and
studying to be an Auror, but being Hermione she had come out with top marks.
Hermione had become a model in her last year, but not the kind of model you'd expect.
She was a model for a relative of Madam Malkins who was very famous for trendy yet elegant
gowns, clothes and accessories. Hermione had become the spokes-model for the company but
there was a twist on it, Hermione wasn't always airbrushed or pampered completely with
makeup charms and things like that. This company believed that beauty was beyond just a face
and long legs, their clothes were meant to make you look as wonderful as you were on the
inside.
Truth be told Hermione was a rather pretty woman by now, but it wasn't that sort of
seductive beauty with fluttering eyelashes and a chest that knocked her posture out of balance.
Hermione had natural beauty.
Her hair was a dark chestnut now, that fell down her back a little in silky strands, it still
would go a bit frizzy if she didn't condition it but that was normal for anyone, she had average
size hazel eyes with naturally dark lashes and the same proud posture she had always had.
All in all, she was basically the same old Hermione.
"Having to share a dorm with the most insufferable man in the Universe! All I'll hear is
"Quidditch is my life" and "What's the point in having magic powers if you can't watch the
Quidditch Cup?!" and rubbish like that! What a bloody..."
"...freaking waste of my energy! She'll be owling her little garden party friends giggling
over makeup and whatnot. Unhappy at college? Who me I said..NEVER! WE'LL I BLOODY
AM NOW!!!" he shouted at the wall that separated his room from Miss-Pampered.
He was being bitter because she was now rich, he was quite wealthy himself that didn't
make him an idiot. It didn't make her one either.
"She's an idiot because she wouldn't know the importance of anything even if it bit off
her nose and posted a want add in the Daily Prophet!" he mumbled unhappily.
He sighed angrily as he heard her bang on the wall.
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP I CAN HE YOU BITCHING AND SIGHING LIKE
SOME TOTALLY PATHETIC LOSER!! OH WAIT SORRY I FORGOT YOU ARE
ONE! CARRY ON THEN!!"
Oliver couldn't stand it any longer, you know those things that you never can control
when you're a wizard? Like how people can make books fly off shelves when their mad? Or
like how Harry inflated his Aunt Marge without using their wands? Well Oliver had a bad
temper.
A shriek, a loud ear splitting shriek. Oliver spun around to see Hermione barging into
his room, soaking wet.
"YOU RAT!!! YOU DIRTY LITTLE RAT!! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT!!" she
screamed, thoroughly pissed off with the Quidditch star. Her clothes were sticking to her, her
lilac, sophisticated looking blouse was wrinkly and clingy, her white skirt hadn't gone see-
through thanks to the under-fabric of it. (Hermione was thanking her stars for that later) But her
eyes were on fire.
Oliver laughed aloud. "Your calling me a rat, have you looked at yourself in that state
Granger!!" he laughed He felt the burning sensation on his cheek, the after effect of being
slapped excruciatingly hard.
"I'm going to ignore the terribly stinging in my hand just to know that what I just did will
leave a large bruise for a few days..don't even think of using magic to get rid of it because I'll
just do it again..." she said looking him in the eye and storming out of his room.
Oliver looked at his cheek that was now a bright red and swore loudly.
"YOUR MAKING US TAKE WHAT?!" both Oliver and Hermione yelled, asking the
Dean if she was kidding.
The Dean removed her glasses and set them on her head. She interlaced her fingers in a
manor that was down-right Dumbledore-like. Hermione's eyes were wide and Oliver's jaw
dropped.
"Anger Management Courses, it'll be just the two of you and their magically gone about
so you two should be fine." the Dean said stacking some of her papers.
"You must be kidding!" Oliver stammered. The Dean looked up at him.
"No Mr. Wood I'm quite serious, after Miss Granger trying to drown you in the water
fountain.."
"I did not!" Hermione protested, her cheeks turning red.
"..like I was saying, after Miss Granger sitting on your stomach and forcefully shoving
you head underneath the water and not moving until you pulled her hair nearly out of her head.
It seems you two need some help if your going to live together. Your first session will be on
Friday at five thirty. Don't be late!" she said, she left her office leaving the door open, leaving
Oliver and Hermione looking at each other with a look that just sent off a sense they were both
thinking "this is all your fault!"
"Im sorry!" said the Dean, she was a stout and short blonde witch with one blue eye
and one green eye. "There's no more dorms and all the on school housing is full..you two will
have to work our your differences.
Hermione, who had a very rigid and angry look on her face right then, pursed her lips
and looked to Oliver. Not wanting to upset the Dean or seem immature she sighed.
"Fine..I'll be nice if does.." she said holding out her hand.
Oliver met her stern gaze wondering what the little witch (meaning it in a more hateful
way) was up to, he shook her hand.
"Fine." he echoed. When the Dean smiled and turned away Hermione dropped her
hand as though his was hot coals.
They walked out of the office quickly and once the door was shut Hermione,
disgustedly, wiped her hand on her sleeve. Oliver gave her a acid look and walked off to the
dorm slamming the door in her face and locking it.
Hermione cursed him loudly, he smirked, looking rather smug with himself as he went
and sat down on the couch putting his feet up. The look left as Hermione walked inside easily,
his eyes widened and she smiled triumphantly.
"I have a key numb-skull.." she said before picking up her bags and going into her
room.
"Women." Oliver mumbled. He felt something hit him in the back of the head, he
looked to see one of his crisps packets spilling on his laps.
"Keep your disgusting food out of my room! And get your feet of the couch legally and
technically that's mine as I payed for it!" she yelled slamming her bedroom door.
"And to think I was excited to come to this college!" Hermione said to herself angrily,
she put her last award on the shelf with several other ones. There were many from Hogwarts
she had gotten, though her last year had been hectic between landing her modeling career and
studying to be an Auror, but being Hermione she had come out with top marks.
Hermione had become a model in her last year, but not the kind of model you'd expect.
She was a model for a relative of Madam Malkins who was very famous for trendy yet elegant
gowns, clothes and accessories. Hermione had become the spokes-model for the company but
there was a twist on it, Hermione wasn't always airbrushed or pampered completely with
makeup charms and things like that. This company believed that beauty was beyond just a face
and long legs, their clothes were meant to make you look as wonderful as you were on the
inside.
Truth be told Hermione was a rather pretty woman by now, but it wasn't that sort of
seductive beauty with fluttering eyelashes and a chest that knocked her posture out of balance.
Hermione had natural beauty.
Her hair was a dark chestnut now, that fell down her back a little in silky strands, it still
would go a bit frizzy if she didn't condition it but that was normal for anyone, she had average
size hazel eyes with naturally dark lashes and the same proud posture she had always had.
All in all, she was basically the same old Hermione.
"Having to share a dorm with the most insufferable man in the Universe! All I'll hear is
"Quidditch is my life" and "What's the point in having magic powers if you can't watch the
Quidditch Cup?!" and rubbish like that! What a bloody..."
"...freaking waste of my energy! She'll be owling her little garden party friends giggling
over makeup and whatnot. Unhappy at college? Who me I said..NEVER! WE'LL I BLOODY
AM NOW!!!" he shouted at the wall that separated his room from Miss-Pampered.
He was being bitter because she was now rich, he was quite wealthy himself that didn't
make him an idiot. It didn't make her one either.
"She's an idiot because she wouldn't know the importance of anything even if it bit off
her nose and posted a want add in the Daily Prophet!" he mumbled unhappily.
He sighed angrily as he heard her bang on the wall.
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP I CAN HE YOU BITCHING AND SIGHING LIKE
SOME TOTALLY PATHETIC LOSER!! OH WAIT SORRY I FORGOT YOU ARE
ONE! CARRY ON THEN!!"
Oliver couldn't stand it any longer, you know those things that you never can control
when you're a wizard? Like how people can make books fly off shelves when their mad? Or
like how Harry inflated his Aunt Marge without using their wands? Well Oliver had a bad
temper.
A shriek, a loud ear splitting shriek. Oliver spun around to see Hermione barging into
his room, soaking wet.
"YOU RAT!!! YOU DIRTY LITTLE RAT!! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT!!" she
screamed, thoroughly pissed off with the Quidditch star. Her clothes were sticking to her, her
lilac, sophisticated looking blouse was wrinkly and clingy, her white skirt hadn't gone see-
through thanks to the under-fabric of it. (Hermione was thanking her stars for that later) But her
eyes were on fire.
Oliver laughed aloud. "Your calling me a rat, have you looked at yourself in that state
Granger!!" he laughed He felt the burning sensation on his cheek, the after effect of being
slapped excruciatingly hard.
"I'm going to ignore the terribly stinging in my hand just to know that what I just did will
leave a large bruise for a few days..don't even think of using magic to get rid of it because I'll
just do it again..." she said looking him in the eye and storming out of his room.
Oliver looked at his cheek that was now a bright red and swore loudly.
"YOUR MAKING US TAKE WHAT?!" both Oliver and Hermione yelled, asking the
Dean if she was kidding.
The Dean removed her glasses and set them on her head. She interlaced her fingers in a
manor that was down-right Dumbledore-like. Hermione's eyes were wide and Oliver's jaw
dropped.
"Anger Management Courses, it'll be just the two of you and their magically gone about
so you two should be fine." the Dean said stacking some of her papers.
"You must be kidding!" Oliver stammered. The Dean looked up at him.
"No Mr. Wood I'm quite serious, after Miss Granger trying to drown you in the water
fountain.."
"I did not!" Hermione protested, her cheeks turning red.
"..like I was saying, after Miss Granger sitting on your stomach and forcefully shoving
you head underneath the water and not moving until you pulled her hair nearly out of her head.
It seems you two need some help if your going to live together. Your first session will be on
Friday at five thirty. Don't be late!" she said, she left her office leaving the door open, leaving
Oliver and Hermione looking at each other with a look that just sent off a sense they were both
thinking "this is all your fault!"