Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, well I own a hardback edition of every book but i paid for them, i wasn't paid to write time.

Draco looked up at his ceiling, scowling at the thought of Granger in the next room.

"Malfoy?" he voice came from the bathroom door, very quietly though.

"What do you want Granger?" he spat, not bothering to look at her, she was probably checking him out anyways.

"I, uh, I need your help." she said after a long hesitation, even quieter than before.

'Well, well,' Draco thought to himself. 'Granger needs my help.'

"And why would I help you?" he asked, slightly turning his head to glance at her.

She was biting her lip and looking anywhere but him. Why would she asked for his help he wondered. After a minute of silent pondering he rolled of the bed and followed the girl into her room.

"How did you do that to your room?" she asked as they entered her room, which was still the dismal shade of blue.

"What? Blue isn't your colour? That's right your more into red, like Weasel." he smirked as she turned the colour in question.

"Just answer me Malfoy." she huffed at him.

"Yeah, here I go." he said walking over to her book case and examining the spines. "This one looks familiar." He called to her, pulling out a book entitled "Handbags and Gladrags" by some Qrab Cholanti.

He threw it over his shoulder and smiled.

"What are you doing?" she asked, picking up the book and pushing him aside.

"I was trying to see if I've seen this book before. It's been hurled at my head so I guess I have."
he said smirking as her blush returned with a vengeance.

"Will you please just answer my question Malfoy?" she asked him pleadingly.

"You're begging me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"No. I'm asking nicely if you'll share a talent that you've acquired." she explained simply.

"Sounded like begging to me." she insisted.

He could have a good time with this. It was like it was almost to easy.

"I knew this was a stupid idea. Just get out. I'll figure it out on my own." she said stomping past him and going to the bathroom door. "Leave."

"Hold on." he said going over to her desk, which held pictures of Potter, Weasel, and two people that looked like her parents. "I'd rather have pictures of Draco Malfoy." he whispered, smirking as the pictures turned into his likeness. His gaze moved over to her bed, that disgusting shade of blue greeted him.

"what did you do?" she asked, rushing over to examine the desk. "Malfoy! Change them back right now!" she demanded after glancing at the pictures.

"I don't know what your talking about." he said innocently. "I'd rather have black." he whispered, his gaze on the bed.

To his delight it faded into a very lovely shade of black (A/N: yes there are pretty shades of black!). Hermione must have still been focusing on the pictures and failed to notice.

"When you're ready to ask nicely, like any self-respecting witch would do, I'll be in my room."
he called over his shoulder, already walking through the door.

"What are you....Ahhhhh!!!!" He smiled when he heard the screech of horror.

Hermione stared at her bed, that had been a lovely shade of blue, that was now totally black.

"Malfoy!" she all but yelled, storming into his room and standing in front of his bed, that he was sitting on, laughing to boot.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" he asked, all too innocently.

"You know good and bloody well what is wrong with me. Go change it now!" she demanded,
pointed in the direction of her abused room.

"Now your demanding I do something?" the horror they called head boy said, arching a brow at her. "You have to work on your people skills Granger." he tsked.

"Shut up and change my room back to the way it was."

"No." he had the audacity to say to her.

"It's only fair. Why did you change it in the first place?" she asked, not really caring for the answer, just knowing she had to say something.

"Just in case I stumble into your bed one night I can blame it on the fact it looks exactly like mine." he supplied, smirking.

"W-what?" she stuttered. He was joking. He had to be.

"It was a joke Granger." he must have noticed her face going pale. She could sure feel it.

"That's not funny Malfoy. Change everything in my room back to normal." she said again,
hearing her voice losing some of the courage it had when she came in.

He noticed too it seemed. He smiled, actually smiled at her, and got off of his bed, choosing to stand in front of her.

"Why should I Granger?" he asked, she could smell his cologne. She couldn't put name to it though.

"Because I asked." she replied sweetly, well as sweetly as she could through clenched teeth.

"That's better." was his reply.

She rolled her eyes and looked around his room and wasn't surprised to find it done up in the colour black. She looked at his bed and sighed. It was exactly like her bed.

"Are you coming Granger, or are you going to continue your fantasy of getting under my bed sheets?" he asked from her room.

"I wasn't thinking about being in your sheets. I was thinking about how someone like you would want black. I pictured you as a pink person myself." she answered back, smiling at her wit.

"Whatever." he mumbled as she walked into her room to find the bed back to blue.

"And the pictures." she said pointing to her desk when he turned to go.

He muttered something else, glanced at her and turned a dull red.

"See, the colour your face is now. That's how I imagined your whole room being. It compliments you so." she said laughing.

He turned around and stormed out of the room.

"So I'm taking it that's a no on the pink?" she called after him, going to sit on her now blue bed.

He was making this too easy.

Hope you enjoyed it.