Chapter 4
After the sorting ceremony, Dumbledore called Draco and Hermione off to the side to tell them of their new living quarters.
"Follow me," he said.
Draco and Hermione followed the man they knew as Dumbledore up one staircase, down another, up to more, through exactly 14 corridors, and finally, to a dead-ended wall.
"Oh," said Draco, "so what you're saying is that we're sleeping on the floor every night."
"No, Mister Malfoy. That is not what I'm saying. Did you fail to realize that at the start of our little venture down here, I paced three times in front of a certain wall?"
"Oh that's right," Hermione said, "The room of requirement!"
"Very good, mu- I mean, young lady. 15 points to Gryffindor! I required that in the room have many corridors and staircases, so that hardly anybody could find it. Now, it is up to you two to decide on a password. So, what will it be?"
"Mudbloods stink!" Draco suggested.
"Please Draco, no discrimination of other people."
"I have a good one," Hermione put in, "How about peace?"
"Talk about stupid!" Draco sneered.
"How about peace out?" Dumbledore suggested. (a/n completely random, I know.)
"Fine, not that I like it," Draco said.
Three hours later
Draco was lying in bed, looking through one of his favorite magazines. It was a magazine with tons of gorgeous girls in them. Why shouldn't he be interested in that sort of stuff, I mean, he was a gorgeous guy himself. He had abandoned his slicked back hair, cut it (but not too short) and had it sticking up in various places. He looked like a gorgeous rock star that the whole world should have a crush on.
Hermione walked in to his room. Draco looked up. "Get out of here, mudblood, I thought we weren't going to be civil."
"Well, I was thinking about that, and I thought, this year is going to be so hard if we don't at least try. So, yes, I will try to not be mean to you, only, and I mean ONLY if you promise to do the same. Will you please accept my offer?"
"Well, I see I have no choice, as you find it abnormally hard to take no for an answer." Draco replied coolly.
"Man, he looks hot." Hermione thought. "Wait. No. I refuse to think that. All I said was we were going to be civil. Oh well,"
"That means no calling me mudblood,' Hermione added.
"Fine," Draco said, not looking up from his magazine, sounding bored.
Hermione went back to her room, and tossed and turned before she finally fell asleep.
What she dreamed was something so horrible, so ghastly, and it only had to do with one other person, the person she had to tell, the person she least wanted to, the person's name, was Draco Malfoy.
A/n sorry for the quick cutoff! I'm having a bit of writers block, and im not sure how to make the action or the romance start, so if u have any suggestions, please, please review!!!!!!!
