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So on with the story! Hermione and Draco are introduced to their new rooms!
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Rating: PG-13 for mild language and mild sexual content.
Il Profetizza di Amore Vietato
The Prophesy of Forbidden Love
Chapter Eleven
The Secret behind Cromwell the Crockhead
Hermione left for the library after dropping off her toiletries at her dormitory.
She walked to the back of the library carrying a thick heavy book with both hands.
Hermione settled down, her legs dangling over an arm of the chair, showing her creamy legs enveloped in her knee socks.
She flipped to chapter one, ignoring the prologue. She wound a curl around her index finger while reading.
~Across the Castle, In the Owlery~
Draco was sending letters to his parents, telling them about the Prophesy. Draco also asked if Voldemort knew anything about it.
Even though Draco didn't exactly support the Dark Lord, he always went to the meetings, therefore was accepted and praised. He was of course, the Heir of the Dark Lord.
Draco figured that this Prophesy was his last chance to get out of becoming the next Dark Lord.
All of a sudden, an owl came swooping towards him. It dropped a letter. Draco, with his divine Seeking skills, caught it, of course.
It read:
Mister Malfoy-
Your new rooms are ready. Please fetch Miss Granger. She is, I believe, in the Library. Your rooms are located in the east fourth corridor on the second floor. Your rooms are behind a portrait of Cromwell the Crockhead. The password is cinnamon drops.
Yours truly,
Professor Dumbledore
Headmaster
Draco only thought, 'Crockhead?'
He hurried down to the Library, where he found a sleeping Hermione.
He tried to shake her awake. He tried whispering in her ear.
Then Draco noticed the bags under her closed eyes.
'She must not be getting a lot of sleep.' He thought. It was true, Hermione was still a bit shocked over the fact that she would have her best friend's enemy's child, and she would lie pondering at night, instead of sleeping.
He gently lifted the book out of her hands. He threw her bag over his shoulder. And he picked her up, her soft hair brushing against his bicep, tickling him.
Draco carried her out of the library, not noticing the weird looks he received from other students.
He couldn't believe how light she was. Thinking back, he realized that she also hadn't been eating much.
Maybe she was nervous. He knew he was.
Hermione stirred a bit. She opened an eye, and looked up at a handsome man with platinum blonde hair. She recognized him as Draco. She visibly relaxed. Then she thought 'what am I doing in his arms?!' She let out a little shriek.
Draco finally looked down at her.
"Oh, you're awake." He proceeded to basically drop her.
Hermione's knees buckled, but she caught herself, glaring at Malfoy.
"Where am I? Why am I here?"
Draco quickened his pace, and tossed a note backwards to Hermione.
Hermione's eyes scanned quickly over the note. She ran up to Draco, by his side.
They walked in silence. They finally arrived at a portrait where a stately elderly man was smoking out of a pipe, looking quite beside himself.
"You there? Why wander here?" the portrait asked.
"We," Draco motioned to himself and Hermione, "are your new dorm mates. Dumbledore instructed us here."
"Cinnamon drops." Hermione said.
Hermione walked in before Draco and gasped.
The rooms were gorgeous. The common room was decorated in a earthy green and gold theme.
The couches surrounding the fireplace were a rust gold color, not shiny, but very bright.
The tables that were probably meant for studying, were gold gilt covered by green velvet table drops.
The whole effect of the rooms was beautiful.
Hermione walked into her room, where there was a queen sized canopy bed done up in her colors, gold and crimson. That was the theme of the room. There was a small balcony of white marble that connected her room to Draco's.
Draco's room was, of course, green and silver. He met Hermione on their balcony, where they proceeded to the bathroom.
Their things had already been delivered to their rooms.
It was done up in a color scheme of red and silver. The shower curtain and towels and the floors were crimson, whereas everything else had a chrome look to it. It looked a bit odd…but it meshed well with the whole mixing opposite colors theme.
Ginny sent Hermione's mask by owl, and bought Draco one as well. Hermione immediately dispatched a note of thanks.
Later, as Hermione and Draco sat talking in their common room before the masquerade, they fooled around with the masks, imitating and mocking people. Hermione imitated herself as Pansy and threw herself at Draco. A joke of course, but neither of them minded. They were laughing so hard that Hermione forgot to sit back down beside Draco, instead of on him. That was when she realized that even though she had supposedly hated this blonde stranger in front of her for five and a half years, she found that she had no apparent reason to hate him behind the mask.
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Oh yeah I go Cromwell the Crockhead from the Fairly Odd Parents and my friend Jonathan. If you pay attention, the portrait is smoking and a bit tipsy. I got this from Jonathan because he's from England and he says Crack head, Crockhead. So yeah, plus I was watching Fairly Odd Parents (I know I know) with my sister and she said something about Crocker, like what a crack head. My imagination figured the rest out! Hope I detailed the rooms and everything enough!
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