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The Head Boy and Girl's rooms were magnificent. Hermione found that her room was almost the same size as the girls' dormitory back in Gryffindor Tower, and the Common Room was wonderful. There were shelves of books, wonderful books, for her to read.
As Dumbledore said, her things had already been deposited on the floor in her room. Satisfied, Hermione changed into her pyjamas and prepared herself for bed. Grabbing her toothbrush and other toiletries, she entered the bathroom, where she found Malfoy alread brushing his teeth. Without saying anything, Hermione put some of her things into one of the cupboards above the sink, and was about to begin brushing her teeth as well, when Malfoy glared at her furiously.
"Cah yoo waih uhtioo I fih-ish?" he said angrily, trying to make himself heard but struggling to keep the white foam inside his mouth. He saw Hermione smirk when he said this, and he gave her a slight shove. "Geh ouh!"
Normally, Hermione would have ignored his comments and brushed her teeth anyway, regardless of whether he was there or not, but she decided that, for the moment, it was best to leave him alone. Anyway, it wasn't a great sight, Malfoy with white foam about to drip from his curled lips, and she didn't want to get any of that foam in her face if he tried to force her out of the room verbally.
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As Hermione exited the bathroom, Draco looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Mortified when he saw smudges of foam on his chin, he spat out the foam and rinsed his mouth, involuntarily blushing as he did so. Granger had seen him with foam on his lips and chin and hardly able to speak no wonder she smirked!
After he wiped his face dry, he went to his room, where he lay on his bed, thinking. Here he was, Head Boy of Hogwarts. Did he deserve to be Head Boy? Why had Dumbledore chosen him, instead of Potter, or Weasley, or some other student? It wasn't even as though Dumbledore liked him, and yet he had made him one of the Heads of School. Why?
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Wincing a little at the pain, Severus Snape glared at the Dark Mark, an ugly magical tattoo on his left arm. Cursing it under his breath, as well as the Dark Lord, Snape Apparated immediately to where he knew the Dark Lord would be waiting.
His Master was dressed in a dark cloak with a hood, which hid his face in darkness, save his eerie red eyes. As soon as he was in his presence, Snape knelt down. Other Death Eaters had arrived and they formed a dark solemn circle around their master, all of them on their knees.
When they had all appeared, the Dark Lord took off his hood, so that his pale face could be seen. He had been a handsome boy when he attended Hogwarts, but he had somehow morphed into this hideous pale creature when he became known to the wizarding world as Lord Voldemort. He smirked a little now, pleased to see all the Death Eaters.
"There is a spy in our midst," he said, his cold voice echoing in the dark hall. "This spy has been working for that Muggle-loving fool Dumbledore for a long time now. I have called you all here tonight so that I can reveal his identity."
The Death Eaters looked at one another, wondering who this traitor could be. Snape tried not to show his guilt or fear he couldn't let them know how uncomfortable he felt. The Dark Lord looked a little amused as they glanced at each other suspiciously.
"I am disappointed that some fool could think he could spy for Dumbledore and not be found out more disappointed than when Lucius Malfoy was sent to Azkaban because of his stupidity." His red eyes glittered maliciously as the Dark Lord paced around in the circle the Death Eaters formed. "Severus Snape!" he shouted suddenly, turning and pointing his bony pale finger at Hogwarts professor.
Trying not to show his fear, Snape slowly stood up. Lord Voldemort laughed when Snape glared at him. He stopped glaring, though, when the Dark Lord raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
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The Head Boy and Girl's rooms were magnificent. Hermione found that her room was almost the same size as the girls' dormitory back in Gryffindor Tower, and the Common Room was wonderful. There were shelves of books, wonderful books, for her to read.
As Dumbledore said, her things had already been deposited on the floor in her room. Satisfied, Hermione changed into her pyjamas and prepared herself for bed. Grabbing her toothbrush and other toiletries, she entered the bathroom, where she found Malfoy alread brushing his teeth. Without saying anything, Hermione put some of her things into one of the cupboards above the sink, and was about to begin brushing her teeth as well, when Malfoy glared at her furiously.
"Cah yoo waih uhtioo I fih-ish?" he said angrily, trying to make himself heard but struggling to keep the white foam inside his mouth. He saw Hermione smirk when he said this, and he gave her a slight shove. "Geh ouh!"
Normally, Hermione would have ignored his comments and brushed her teeth anyway, regardless of whether he was there or not, but she decided that, for the moment, it was best to leave him alone. Anyway, it wasn't a great sight, Malfoy with white foam about to drip from his curled lips, and she didn't want to get any of that foam in her face if he tried to force her out of the room verbally.
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As Hermione exited the bathroom, Draco looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Mortified when he saw smudges of foam on his chin, he spat out the foam and rinsed his mouth, involuntarily blushing as he did so. Granger had seen him with foam on his lips and chin and hardly able to speak no wonder she smirked!
After he wiped his face dry, he went to his room, where he lay on his bed, thinking. Here he was, Head Boy of Hogwarts. Did he deserve to be Head Boy? Why had Dumbledore chosen him, instead of Potter, or Weasley, or some other student? It wasn't even as though Dumbledore liked him, and yet he had made him one of the Heads of School. Why?
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Wincing a little at the pain, Severus Snape glared at the Dark Mark, an ugly magical tattoo on his left arm. Cursing it under his breath, as well as the Dark Lord, Snape Apparated immediately to where he knew the Dark Lord would be waiting.
His Master was dressed in a dark cloak with a hood, which hid his face in darkness, save his eerie red eyes. As soon as he was in his presence, Snape knelt down. Other Death Eaters had arrived and they formed a dark solemn circle around their master, all of them on their knees.
When they had all appeared, the Dark Lord took off his hood, so that his pale face could be seen. He had been a handsome boy when he attended Hogwarts, but he had somehow morphed into this hideous pale creature when he became known to the wizarding world as Lord Voldemort. He smirked a little now, pleased to see all the Death Eaters.
"There is a spy in our midst," he said, his cold voice echoing in the dark hall. "This spy has been working for that Muggle-loving fool Dumbledore for a long time now. I have called you all here tonight so that I can reveal his identity."
The Death Eaters looked at one another, wondering who this traitor could be. Snape tried not to show his guilt or fear he couldn't let them know how uncomfortable he felt. The Dark Lord looked a little amused as they glanced at each other suspiciously.
"I am disappointed that some fool could think he could spy for Dumbledore and not be found out more disappointed than when Lucius Malfoy was sent to Azkaban because of his stupidity." His red eyes glittered maliciously as the Dark Lord paced around in the circle the Death Eaters formed. "Severus Snape!" he shouted suddenly, turning and pointing his bony pale finger at Hogwarts professor.
Trying not to show his fear, Snape slowly stood up. Lord Voldemort laughed when Snape glared at him. He stopped glaring, though, when the Dark Lord raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
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