Whoo hoo! I'm writing the fourth chapter! Go me, it's my birthday. Ok not really, but I'll stop being dumb now.
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By the way, I was stupid and I deleted this chapter accidentally, so now I'm rewriting it. Heh, just thought you'd like to know that for some random reason.
HERMIONE'S POV
Sylvia walked to her room with me right behind her, and she sat down at her vanity mirror.
"I'm telling you, Hermione. Nothing will work," she sighed.
"Just wait, Sylv, just wait," I said as I turned the chair Sylvia was sitting in around so that she couldn't look in the mirror. "You can't look until I'm finished."
I pulled out my wand and a look of fright overcame Sylvia's face.
"Um, Herm?" she said questionably. "I thought you were supposed to use make up."
I laughed and quietly whispered, "Trust me hun."
I closed my eyes and tried to remember a spell I read about in a book. It was a spell to get rid of acne, and I knew Sylvia hadn't tried it yet because she told me every spell she tried. Finally it came to me and I softly chanted, "Invisibilitrum!"
I watched in wonder and shock as the spell worked its magic and Sylvia's face became acne free. I also applied some blush, eye makeup and lipstick to her, took a step back and gasped. She looked breathtaking.
"I knew it, it looks horrible," she said as she turned around to look in the mirror.
"Not at all," I breathed at the same time as Sylvia let out a scream.
"My acne is gone!" she yelled.
"It will stay like that for a day. You have to keep on performing the spell if you want your face to stay like that," I informed her.
Sylvia suddenly enveloped me into a bone crushing hug and squealed.
"Thank you, Hermione!"
"What are best friends for?" I replied grinning.
"Let's go show my parents!" Sylvia exclaimed as she grabbed me by the hand. "They should be home from work now."
We ran to the family room where Mrs. Thomas, who was a fairly plump, blonde haired lady, was doing crossword puzzles and Mr. Thomas, lean and also blonde haired, was reading the newspaper.
"Hey Mom and Dad!" she said when she entered the room. "Notice anything different?"
Her parents stopped what they were doing and looked at her, trying to figure out what had made their daughter so happy.
"Your hair is different," guessed her dad, not getting a good look at her but instead intent on reading what was in the newspaper.
"No darling!" exclaimed her mom. "Look! Her acne is gone!"
Her father put down his paper and said, "By golly, so it is."
"Hermione showed me the right spell to make it disappear for a day," said Sylvia.
"That's great honey," her mom said. "Did you two girls get what you needed at Diagon Alley today? You had enough money in your Gringotts accounts right?"
We both nodded.
"Did you girls eat dinner yet?" asked Sylvia's dad and we shook our heads no.
"There is some food in the pantry, help yourself," said Mrs. Thomas as she went back to doing her crossword puzzle.
"Ok," Sylvia replied. "Come on Herm."
I followed her into the kitchen and we opened the pantry.
"Hey you guys have Doritos. Awesome," I said as I took down the bag.
"Yeah, my dad convinced my mom to go shopping at a Muggle supermarket one weekend," said Sylvia as she took out some Triscuts.
We took the food back up to Sylvia's room and said a quick, early goodnight to her parents.
"You girls are going to bed already?" Mr. Thomas questioned.
"Well yeah dad, tomorrow is September 1st," came Sylvia's response as she climbed the stairs. "We need our sleep."
"I'll wake you girls up tomorrow for breakfast!" Mrs. Thomas said.
As soon as we got to her room I plopped down on her bed and started to munch on the Doritos. Sylvia pulled up a bean bag chair, but not before checking herself out in the mirror once again.
"That's like the fiftieth time you've done that," I said through a mouthful of chips.
"Can't I be narcissistic for once?" Sylvia laughed. "I can't believe it worked, thank you so much Herm."
I smiled, shrugged and said, "It was no problem."
"So do you really think I'll get a date for the Yule Ball?" she asked.
"Most definitely," I replied.
Sylvia and I talked for hours, until our eyes became heavy and soon we both drifted off to sleep.
Hermione woke up before Sylvia did, thoughts of Draco invading her mind. She was worried sick about him. She got up, walked to the bathroom and splashed water on her face. She walked out and saw Sylvia sitting up, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Up already, Herm? What time is it?" she said as she stretched out her arms.
"Nine o' clock," Hermione replied as she went back to the sleeping bag she had been sleeping in and started to roll it up. "Time to get up anyway."
"Girls!" came Mrs. Thomas' shrill voice from outside of Sylvia's door. "Get up!"
"We're already up mom!" yelled Sylvia.
"Ok, when you're all dressed come down for breakfast. I'll have it ready in ten minutes," she said and the girls heard her leave and go back downstairs. Sylvia started packing things into the trunk and Hermione did the same. You would have thought that the two girls were sisters, for both of their stuff was mixed together and strewn about the room. Hermione grabbed her sweater that hung off of the corner of Sylvia's vanity mirror, folded it, and placed it in her trunk.
"Hey Hermione," Sylvia said as she packed all of her make up that was laying out on her dresser.
"Yeah," came Hermione's response.
"Don't forget, tonight when we get to Hogwarts, you'll have to teach me that spell for my acne," Sylvia said.
"I'll write it down for you if I need to. I'm not sure but I might have to take care of Head duties tonight. You know, settling in all the first years, stuff like that," said Hermione as she undressed from her pajama pants into a pair of jeans.
"Ok, thanks," came Sylvia's muffled response as she also started changing and pulled a long sleeved shirt over her head.
Finally the two girls were all packed and dressed.
"That only took us twenty minutes to do all that," Sylvia said in exasperation.
"Yeah, come on, breakfast is getting cold," said Hermione.
The two of them dragged their trunks down the stairs and out the door to Hermione's car. Hermione put them in her trunk and they both walked back inside where they smelled eggs cooking and bacon frying. They entered the kitchen where knives were magically chopping up vegetables and wooden spoons were stirring the contents of a simmering pot. Mrs. And Mr. Thomas sat at the kitchen table which was set for four people.
"I made you girls an omelet," said Mrs. Thomas as she waved her wand and a pan came whizzing over to Hermione, spooning a huge portion of omelet onto her plate. Then it served Sylvia and then Mr. Thomas until it got to Mrs. Thomas. She grabbed the frying pan with her hand and dished her own serving, which was very small. Hermione looked at Sylvia questionably because she remembered when she came over previous times and Mrs. Thomas would always take larger portions.
"She's trying to diet," Sylvia whispered quietly into Hermione's ear and she nodded.
"I'm not going to eat all of this," Hermione said looking ruefully down at her large helping of omelet.
The two girls ended up barely touching their meals and asked Mrs. Thomas if they could be excused.
"You two barely ate anything!" she said. "You should eat more and put more meat on those bones!"
But we both refused, excused ourselves from the table, and went to the Family Room to play Wizard's Chess.
An hour passed and Sylvia was beaten many times by Hermione.
She finally gave up, looked at her watch and said, "We should probably be heading off now."
Hermione nodded and they went to go find Sylvia's parents. They found them down in the basement going through old boxes. Mrs. Thomas was busy going through a box with much interest on her face and she smiled when the girls came down. Mr. Thomas was humming to himself a cheery little tune and didn't notice the two girls until Sylvia tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ah!" he yelled in shock as he jumped and quickly turned around, a look of fright on his face. When he saw the girls his face softened. "Oh hey girls."
"Hey, dad, sorry to scare you, but we just wanted to come down and say goodbye," said Sylvia as she ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair.
"Leaving already?" questioned Mrs. Thomas and we both nodded. "Alright then you two behave yourselves and have a nice school year."
"Will you two be coming home for Christmas break?" asked Mr. Thomas. They both nodded their heads. "Alright we'll see you then."
Mr. Thomas walked over to Sylvia gave her a hug and a kiss on her cheek and Mrs. Thomas stopped what she was doing and did the same.
"Thank you for letting me stay for a part of the summer Mr. and Mrs. Thomas," said Hermione sweetly.
"It was our pleasure, dear," said Mrs. Thomas as she hugged her.
"Later Hermione," said Mr. Thomas as he patted her back.
Soon the two girls headed to the car, and headed for London, singing "Toxic" in very off key voices. When they arrived at King's Cross, they took their luggage out of the trunk and Hermione locked her car.
"Hey Hermione!" exclaimed Sylvia as they became closer to the train station. "Are those your parents?"
Sure enough Hermione's parents stood in front of the train station. Her dad was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and her mom was wearing a sundress, both looking very tan.
"Hermione!" exclaimed her mom as her and Sylvia approached them. "Hey honey!"
"Hey mum, hey dad," she said as she first hugged her mom then her dad. "How was Hawaii?"
"It was great! Good food, not too hot, sun was out," said her dad.
"Hey mom and dad guess what?!? I'm Head Girl!" she exclaimed and they each smiled broadly at her.
"Good for you, sweetie!" exclaimed her mom.
"Way to go!" came her dad's response as he clapped her on the back.
Her parents and Sylvia started to walk towards barrier nine and three quarters and Hermione looked up to read the clock. It was a quarter till eleven. They all finally arrived at the barrier, Hermione said her goodbyes to her parents, and the two girls went through the barrier to see students bustling about putting their luggage in compartments, talking excitedly to their friends about what they did over the summer.
"Let's go find a compartment, Hermione," suggested Sylvia and Hermione nodded her head.
As they started to walk towards the train, they passed Ron and Harry. Ron scowled at Hermione the whole time and Harry gave her a smile and a small wave.
"Hey Hermione," he said and Ron elbowed him in the side.
"We don't talk to Slytherin lovers mate," said Ron icily.
Hermione ignored them both and boarded the train with Sylvia. They walked past different compartments, all of them full with noisy, chattering students until they finally found one in the back occupied by a boy with dark black hair.
"Is this compartment occupied?" Sylvia asked and the boy turned to face them.
Hermione heard Sylvia gasp and she almost did herself, for the boy was gorgeous. He was ripped, had a tan complexion to his skin, sparkling blue eyes, and dark black hair. He smelled like Axe body spray and he wore khaki's and a light blue button down shirt.
"Nah, I'm by myself. Come on in," came the boy's response.
Hermione thought that she was going to faint, for the boy's voice was very handsome.
"I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend," Hermione repeated in her head.
The two walked further into the compartment and Sylvia sat down right next to the handsome boy and Hermione sat across from them.
"Do you guys want some Bertie Bott Every Flavor beans?" he asked as he pulled a huge bag of them out.
Hermione shook her head but Sylvia said, "Sure I'd love some, uhh."
"The name's Daniel," he finished for her as he flashed Sylvia a handsome smile.
"I'm Sylvia," Sylvia said breathlessly.
Daniel set the jelly beans down between them and started to pull some out of the bag to eat them. Sylvia giggled like a little schoolgirl as she reached in to get some jellybeans and touched his hand. Hermione rolled her eyes. She felt the train lurch forward and soon after King's Cross Station had disappeared.
"So what year are you, Daniel?" Hermione asked.
"Well I'm a transfer student from Durmstrang. I'm going to be a fifth year," he responded through a mouthful of jellybeans.
"Ahh," I responded as I smiled and winked at Sylvia.
"He's hot!" Sylvia mouthed to me silently.
I nodded to her and smiled. Suddenly our compartment door flew open and Ginny Weasley stood there with her face flushed.
"Oh there you are Hermione," Ginny said breathlessly. "You need to come up to the first compartment so you can meet all the students who were made prefects this year."
"Oh, thanks Ginny," Hermione said as she quickly gathered her things up, said a quick goodbye to Daniel and Sylvia and followed Ginny to the front of the train.
As Hermione walked in the first compartment she saw a red haired girl with big glasses reading a book. She also saw a heavy set, gruff looking boy looking out of the window, and a black haired boy who was writing a letter. A geeky looking boy with a pug nose and geeky glasses waved at her when she walked in, and a blonde haired preppy looking girl gave her a nasty glare. A tan, brunette with a red dress sat quietly with her hands in her lap and a handsome, muscular blonde haired boy sat next to her, stealing glances at her every so often. It looked like he wanted to talk to her, but he didn't have enough courage.
"These are the prefects for this year, Hermione," Ginny said as she gestured to them with a wave of her hand. "I'm the Gryffindor prefect along with Ryan Moore."
When he heard his name, the buff blonde haired boy looked up and waved. Hermione noticed that Ginny gave him a funny looking smile.
"He's hot isn't he?" Ginny whispered in my ear and I smiled and nodded.
"Excuse me everyone, can I have your attention please?" Ginny called out and everyone stopped to look at her. The heavy set boy who had been looking out of the window gave her an evil glare. "This is Hermione Granger, our Head Girl for this year. You will follow the orders she gives us."
Hermione waved and smiled at everyone. A couple of the prefects returned her smile, but a few of them gave her nasty glares.
"I don't think they like me Ginny," Hermione whispered under her breath.
"Try talking to them," Ginny whispered back.
"Well, I hope this year will be a good one," she said. "I have some fantastic plans for the Yule Ball."
"Do you know where your Slytherin lover is?" asked the gruff looking boy suddenly who continued to stare out the window.
"Uh, um, well," stuttered Hermione. "I'm not sure. I was hoping that he was here."
The boy laughed an evil laugh and turned to give her an icy stare.
"Didn't you notice? He's not on the train," sneered the boy. "Do you know why?"
Hermione shook her head and swallowed hard. This boy knew something that she didn't and it was nerve-racking.
"Well, rumor has it he's pledging himself," said the boy in an icy tone. "He's becoming one of them."
"He wouldn't," Hermione whispered. She turned to look at Ginny. "Would he?"
Ginny looked at her sadly and said, "He's a Malfoy. He was expected to follow in his father's footsteps. I wouldn't be surprised if he was pledging."
"But, he changed," Hermione stammered.
Ginny shrugged, walked over to Hermione, put an arm around her, and helped her to sit down.
"Did he really?" Ginny asked.
Hermione put her head in her hands. The rest of the train ride seemed to take forever, but finally the train arrived at Hogwarts. When Ginny and Hermione got out of the train, Ginny said goodbye and ran off to catch up with her friends.
"Firs' yers this way," came the deep voice that Hermione recognized as Hagrid's.
"Hermione! Hermione wait up!" called out a recognizable voice.
She turned around and saw Sylvia running towards her, pulling Daniel along by the hand. When the two finally approached her they headed off towards the carriages together.
"Where did you go, Hermione? You left so suddenly," said Sylvia as she continued to grasp Daniel's hand.
"Oh, I had to go up to the first compartment where all the prefects were so I could meet them. I just decided to stay up there and talk to Ginny," said Hermione.
"So, what are the prefects for this year like?" asked Sylvia as the three of them climbed into a carriage.
"They seem really bossy and stuck up," came Hermione's response. "And this one prefect told me a rumor that was going around."
"What rumor?" asked Sylvia curiously.
The carriage lurched forward and Hermione let out a sigh.
"There is a rumor going around that Draco is pledging himself to the Dark Lord tonight, and that is why he isn't here," Hermione said. "I guess it makes sense that he would do that, I mean maybe he never even changed. He is after all a Malfoy."
"Oh Hermione don't say that. He loves you, I know he does. I can tell whenever he looks at you," said Sylvia. "Maybe he had a family conflict or something."
"Do you think he will be here for the feast?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I heard that Draco was made Head Boy," said Sylvia as Daniel stroked her leg tenderly. "So he's gotta be here for the feast. It's his duty."
"Oh...uh...wow," stuttered Hermione. "I thought his father would be against that happening, because as you know the Heads have to share a room."
Sylvia shrugged and said, "It was only a rumor, I'm not sure if it was true or not. But have you noticed the Head Boy was not on the train?"
The carriages stopped and the three of them got out and walked up to the castle.
"Yeah, because if the Head Boy was on the train he would have introduced himself to me already," said Hermione.
"Exactly," said Sylvia.
"Unless the Head Boy is already at Hogwarts, you know, maybe he came early or something," suggested Hermione.
Sylvia shrugged as they walked into the Great Hall and headed towards the Gryffindor table.
"I don't know if I'm supposed to sit here," said Daniel but Sylvia sweet talked him into staying.
"Dumbledore will call up the transfer students after the first years are sorted into their houses," she said. "Plus I'm almost sure you will be in Gryffindor."
(A/N: I don't know how it works with transfer students, but just go with the flow.)
Harry and Ron came in to sit down at the Gryffindor table just then and Ron gave Hermione a nasty glare.
After awhile of chatting and everyone was situated, the doors to the Great Hall opened and a hush fell upon all the students as the scared first years walked in. As Hermione looked at them she couldn't believe how young they all looked. She couldn't believe that seven years ago, she was one of those scared, wide eyed students. One by one the first years were called up to try on the hat. Hermione clapped when some of them were assigned to Gryffindor. When they were all assigned to houses, Professor McGonagall pulled out another piece of parchment from her robes.
"Now I would like to ask all the transfer students to come up to be sorted," said Professor McGonagall.
Daniel turned to Sylvia and said, "Time for me to go get sorted, babe. Wish me luck."
"Good luck," Sylvia said as she flashed him a smile.
The two of them kissed briefly on the lips and Daniel went up with a small group of other transfer students to be sorted.
"Sylvia!" Hermione said as soon as Daniel went up. "Explain what just happened."
"Oh," Sylvia giggled. "That! Ok so after you leave Daniel and I just started snogging. One thing lead to another, we started to mess around, and then..."
"And then...?!?" Hermione said anxiously.
"He took my virginity," Sylvia said all in a rush.
"What?!? No way!!! On the train!?!" Hermione yelled.
"Shhh, yes. He told me afterwards that he really liked me and he wanted to get to know me better," Sylvia said.
"Get to know you as in, have sex with you more often," Hermione teased.
"Aww, shut up Herm, you got your hunk and I got mine," said Sylvia. "I just hope he'll be in Gryffindor. He has all the qualities."
"Stevenson, Daniel!" Professor McGonagall called out and Daniel walked up and sat down on the stool. Hermione saw Sylvia cross her fingers as the Sorting Hat was placed on his head.
"Please be Gryffindor, please be Gryffindor," Sylvia chanted.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled out and a very surprised Daniel got off of the stool and shot a look towards Sylvia.
Sylvia moaned and put her face in her hands.
Daniel walked towards the table that was clapping for him and sat down next to a blonde haired girl. Hermione saw the blonde haired girl was trying to get his attention.
"He's in Slytherin! Of all houses he could have been sorted into, the dumb hat had to choose Slytherin!" Sylvia yelled. "Maybe the hat was lying?"
"Sylvia, the hat doesn't lie," Hermione said.
"I know, just uh God, why Slytherin! It could have been Hufflepuff, maybe Ravenclaw, but no it had to be Slytherin!" Sylvia roared.
"Calm down, girl. I have a boyfriend in the Slytherin house as well, remember?" Hermione laughed. "Maybe we can end this stupid Slytherin/Gryffindor rivalry."
Sylvia smiled at Hermione and said, "You know what, you're right, it doesn't matter. So he's a Slytherin, who cares. The only thing that matters is that I like him."
Dumbledore stood up just then and cleared his throat. Everyone became quiet.
"Welcome first years, returning students, and teachers. I would like to say a few things before we start the Feast. One, all first years should stay out of the forbidden forest. Secondly, the Head Girl for this year is Hermione Granger from Gryffindor and the Head Boy is Draco Malfoy from Slytherin. I chose these two as Heads because they had the best grades in their class, and I believe they have great communication skills. Treat them with respect and listen to what they have to say. Now, let the feast begin," Dumbledore said as he waved his hand.
Food appeared before them and Hermione grabbed a chicken wing as Sylvia helped herself to some mashed potatoes.
"This stuff is great," said Sylvia between a bite of chicken and a sip of pumpkin juice.
"It always is," agreed Hermione.
"I told you that Draco was Head Boy," boasted Sylvia as she flashed Hermione a playful smile.
"Speaking of Draco, I don't see him here at the feast," said Hermione as she glanced over at the Slytherin table.
Suddenly, the door to the Great Hall opened and Sylvia dropped the chicken wing she was eating to her plate with a crash. The sight of Crabbe and Goyle wasn't what surprised her, it was who walked in afterwards that was surprising. It was Draco Malfoy and he was holding hands with none other than Pansy Parkinson. A hush swept over the Gryffindor table and Hermione, who was absorbed in buttering her corn to perfection just the way she liked it, stopped and looked up at Sylvia questionably.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked. Her question didn't need to be answered, however, for she saw what everyone was looking at.
Draco was now sitting down at the Slytherin table. Instead of eating his food, he was absorbed in Pansy. He draped his arm nonchalantly around her shoulder and was kissing her on the cheek. She giggled, turned towards him and kissed him fully on the mouth.
"Oh, Hermione," Sylvia said sadly as she gave her a look of sympathy.
DRACO'S POV (A/N: Ok I know that Lucius' spell probably wouldn't still be on Draco when he came to Hogwarts, but it's my story so I can do whatever I want. Haha)
I sat down at the Slytherin table, still under my dad's spell. I thought that if I came to Hogwarts, I would be safe, but Lucius was too strong. I knew why he was keeping me under the spell, and I hated him for it.
"Kiss Pansy," I heard him say in my mind.
"Aww shit," I cursed in my head as I felt myself kiss the disgusting cunt.
I could feel a lot of eyes on me, some were giving me evil glares, the Slytherins were giving me looks of amusement, but the look that I feared the most, was Hermione's so I didn't look. Well, I couldn't look anyways, my father was making me be overly affectionate with Pansy. I wanted to eat, and was thankful when he let me eat a chicken wing.
Professor McGonagall came up to me just then and tapped me on the shoulder.
"Mr. Malfoy, will you please follow me," she said sternly.
I got up, but not before first being forced to kiss Pansy again. I followed McGonagall up to where the Headmaster was and saw Hermione Granger also standing up there crying. She didn't look at me.
"Now, I brought you two up here because you are the Heads. You need to work together this year to plan activities and to assign the Prefects to their duties. Make sure that the Prefects are on top of things, and if a student gets out of hand take away house points," explained Professor McGonagall. Hermione cried harder.
"Is something wrong, child?" Dumbledore asked Hermione and she shook her head. "Now I know you two have a relationship. I ask that you tone it down when in front of the students, especially the first years. I chose you two because you were the smartest in your class, and I feel that you will both make excellent Heads. By the way, Draco. In the letter I sent to your house I did not write Hermione's name as the Head Girl but instead someone elses. I know that your father does not like your relationship with Hermione, but I encourage it."
"We don't have a relationship anymore, Headmaster," Hermione said harshly between sobs. "We broke it off."
"Oh, well then," said Dumbledore. "I hope that it will not get in the way of your Head duties and that you two will work together harmonously. If it does I may have to assign a new Head Girl/Boy. You are dismissed."
We both nodded and parted. When the feast was over, Dumbledore told the prefects to take the students back to the dormitories. As I was leaving, Hermione Granger saw me and came up to me.
"Draco, you are a heartbreaking bastard. Rot in hell," she spat.
Suddenly she drew her fist back and before I could do anything, she hit me with all her strength on the jaw. I reamed backwards and landed on my ass on the floor. I sat there stunned for a few minutes before somebody pulled me to my feet.
"Oh my poor baby, did the Mudblood slut hurt you?" Pansy cooed.
I put my hand to my mouth and wiped the bit of blood that had formed at the corner.
"I'm fine," I said.
I watched as Hermione gave me one last glare of hatred, and then stormed off.
"No, you're not fine Drakie, you're bleeding," said Pansy as she tried to wipe off more blood that was forming at my mouth.
"Don't touch me slut!" I yelled in my head. But out loud I said, "No, really I'm fine."
"But Draco," protested Pansy as she started to rub my back.
"Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off," I repeated in my head.
"Come on let's go to the Hospital Wing and get you cleaned off," Pansy cooed as she grasped my hand.
I was fighting a battle in my head, against me and my father and I suddenly yelled out, "FUCK OFF PANSY!" The curse was broken. My father wouldn't be able to touch me again, not as long as Dumbledore was around.
She stopped, stunned and looked at me with her mouth agape.
"What?" she muttered.
"You heard me. I said fuck off Pansy," I said harshly. "I hate you, you're ugly, I never want to see you again. If you ever come near me, I will jinx you so badly you'll have to spend the rest of the year in the Hospital Wing recovering."
"But," she stammered. "I thought you liked me."
"Never," I growled.
Her face scrunched up in a pout as she said, "Fine, go back to your Mudblood bitch."
I whipped out my wand, grabbed her by the collar of her robes, and pointed my wand in her face. She whimpered.
"Leave me be," I said callously.
I let her go. She fixed her robes, flicked me off, and walked away.
"Hermione," I whispered. Then I remembered. I had no clue where the Head dormitory was. Thankfully Dumbledore was still sitting at the staff table. He was fiddling with his beard, twirling it around on his index finger. I walked over to him.
"Er, Professor Dumbledore sir," I stammered.
"That was certainly a strange display of emotion, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore observed.
"Uh, yeah I guess it was, but I just realized I don't know where the Head dorm is and I'm not sure of the password," I replied.
"Did you not get a letter?" asked Dumbledore with a puzzled look on his face. "I sent both you and Miss Granger a letter stating where you would be staying."
"Umm," I said uncomfortably. I put my hand in my robe pockets and was surprised when I found a piece of parchment. I pulled it out and unfolded it. It was a letter from Lucius. "Nevermind."
I walked away from Dumbledore and read:
Dear Draco,
By the time you get this letter you will be at school, and you probably have already broken my curse. It's ok though, I've already done enough damage. Let that be a lesson to you son. Once again, congratulations on making Head Boy. Your dormitory is on the third floor right behind the portrait of Oswald the Great. The password is Cinnamon Cockroaches. I will make you an offer. If ever you want to be taken out of school to be trained, that is fine. I think making you go your 7th year is a waste of my time and the Dark Lord's time. You are ready to train now. Owl me if you change your mind.
Sincerely, Lucius
I stuck the letter back in my pocket and headed up to the third floor.
HERMIONE'S POV
After Dumbledore dismissed the students, I told the prefects what to do through my tears and then ran up to my dormitory. I couldn't believe I saw Draco fawning all over Pansy. He told me he hated her guts.
"I thought he loved me," I thought as I sniffed and wiped my nose with my sleeve.
"Cinnamon cockroaches!" I yelled fiercely at the portrait of Oswald.
Oswald, a lanky man in knights armor had been snoozing on the back of a black mare, but immediately woke up due to Hermione's yelling.
"What? What's going on? What's all the commotion!" said a startled Oswald as he tried to keep his balance atop the horse. "Onguard!"
"Weren't you paying attention? I just said the password," I sobbed.
"No need to get upset missy. You'll just need to say it again," said Oswald in his British accent as he regained his balance and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Cinnamon cockroaches," I said icily.
"Very well, in you go," said Oswald and the portrait swung forward.
As I walked in I stopped and stared at the beauty of the common room. Off to the left was a staircase and a door that had a plaque on it that read: Draco Malfoy. Off to the right there was a staircase and another door that had a plaque on it that read my name: Hermione Granger. The room that I walked into was humongous. It had a large fireplace, a couple of bookcases, a couch, and some leather armchairs. The room was decorated in Slytherin and Gryffindor colors making it look like Christmas. I walked over to the bookcase and pulled out a book on "The Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood" and sat down on the couch. As I flipped through the pages I tried to get Draco off of my mind but I couldn't. Tears poured down my face as I put down the book and curled up in the fetal position on the coach. I became tired and pretty soon my eyes closed, and I fell asleep.
DRACO'S POV
When I came to the portrait of Oswald the Great, the man was snoozing on the back of his black mare.
"Cinnamon Cockroaches," I said loudly. The portrait kept on snoozing. I said it again a little louder than the first time but still the portrait didn't move.
'Maybe this is the wrong room,' I thought as I pulled out Lucius' letter. 'No this is the third floor, and I'm pretty sure that this man is Oswald the Great.'
"CINNAMON COCKROACHES!" I yelled.
The man sprang awake immediately and yelled, "Who in Merlin's name? What, what's going on?" The black mare became startled, due to Oswald's outburst, and started to run around in the picture.
"I just said the password," I told the portrait gruffly.
"Oh, sorry young chap I didn't catch what you just said," said Oswald as he tried to get his horse under control. "My horse is making quite a ruckus."
"I SAID, CINNAMON COCKROACHES!" I yelled in frustration.
"Alright, very well then, you may go through," said Oswald and the portrait swung forward.
I walked into a huge room which I guessed was the common room and saw Hermione there sleeping on the couch. Off to the left was a staircase that led up to my room and on the right there was another staircase that led up to Hermione's room. I walked over to the coach that Hermione was sleeping on and bent down on my knees on the floor. She was curled up in the fetal position fast asleep. Her face was tearstained and my heart ached knowing that I caused her this pain. I stroked her beautiful brunette curls, causing a strand of hair to fall in front of her angelic face. I brushed it back behind her ear and kissed her cheek.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione," I whispered as I continued to stroke her hair.
She stirred a bit but only to shift around. I scooped her up in my arms gently like a baby and placed her arms around my neck. Her head rested against my chest and she let out a deep sigh. I was afraid she'd wake up and see me, but she slept on breathing heavily into my chest. I walked up the staircase to her room, shifting her around slightly to open the door. I walked over to her bed, shifted her around again so I could pull the covers back, and set her down on the bed gently. I pulled the covers up over her body and bent down and kissed the top of her head.
"Please forgive me, babe," I whispered. "I love you so much."
I stroked her hair back from her face, bent down and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Draco," she whispered when I had pulled back.
My muscles tensed a bit, thinking that she woke up, but I relaxed as she slept on. She had been talking in her sleep. I walked away from her bed, glancing back a few times to look at the sleeping angel, turned off the lights, and headed off to my room where a beautiful brunette invaded my memory and my dreams.
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