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Ch.#3

After the banquet, Professor McGonagall showed Hermione her and Malfoy's new living quarters that they would be sharing with Oliver for the remainder of the year.

Once she had finished pointing out certain features of the exquisite room, she left; leaving Hermione alone with her less-than-favorite Slytherin roommate.

The room was truly magnificent! She looked around at the draperies depicting scenes in wizarding history that Hermione thought highly exiting, she made a subconscious note to study them later on. In her overly analytical mind Hermione could find but one flaw, it was that she would not have the privilege to share it with her Gryffindor comrades. She forgot her moment of sadness as she gazed the rooms over once again they were of the most beautiful shades of emerald and crimson laced with just the right amount of silver and gold detailing to keep it tasteful and not over the top. Wow she thought she could not believe her luck, she would be spending her school year here, she kept thinking while ignoring Draco's presence.

McGonagall did not leave Hermione in the awkward situation for too long. She returned minutes later with a very striking looking Oliver, wearing burgundy polo and faded jeans; obviously, he was not required to wheir Hogwarts robes. McGonagall left again, this time biding them all a goodnight.

'Oh,' thought Hermione, looking at Oliver, 'he does look scrumptious...He must have been working out a lot lately because of his Quidditch career.'

"Hello Hermione how have you been?" asked Oliver, interrupting her thoughts.

"Good thank you, Oliver. And you?"
"Good enough," he replied, "So, have you seen the rest of this place? It's absolutely incredible; it's so lavishing!"

"you do mean lavish don't you?" She corrected as she giggled at his immature phrasing.

"Well I guess it's a step up from what we're used to …" he started ignoring Hermione's correction

"And what about me?" questioned Malfoy, joining their conversation. Hermione had forgotten he was in the room; he had previously been sitting quietly on the emerald-colored armchair near the fireplace.

"One would think, Mr. Malfoy, that since you're always bragging about your fortune, that you are tailored to such generous items?" Responded Wood.

"Of course. That's not important though. I was just making you two acknowledge my presence. Oh, and drop the formalities, Hermione. We will be living together for a whole year."

"Thank you for pointing that out Draco" making the word sound like venom "I was hoping that your stay would not be prolonged!"

"Dear, dear Hermione, I was just trying to be friendly." He stated with a pout.

'He even looked good when he frowned,' thought Hermione, 'oh for the love of Pete; I'm sharing this space with two gorgeous boys! I might as well be nice...'

"Right then Malfoy I'll try to be kind, but it would help if you stopped calling me mudblood"

"Alright is that a deal then?" he asked holding out his hand.

"Deal." Hermione stated taking the outstretched hand.

He retreated to his quarters after giving her a thankful smile even though she couldn't decipher why he cared.

"Well, well, well... He's softened a bit has he?" Oliver announced "Less problems for us I believe."

Hermione laughed at this.

"And I think I know why," he said taking his gaze away from the door and staring straight into her eyes.

"Why?" she asked naively.

"Because a rose of any other name could not smell as sweet," he replied romantically.

'Whoa! Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?' Hermione thought, 'His eyes are like crystals with a touch of almond... They're so mesmerizing'

She stepped closer.

"Really, is that so?" she replied softly.

"Yes, 'tis true..." he inched forward leaving only a millimeter of distance between them.

'Mmm... He smells good...Oh dear, dear, dear... What am I getting myself into, anyways? I've got to stop this!' she thought panicking, 'Oh but that accent, that body it! It's all too much!'

She filled in the remaining gap and slightly tilting her head just so that he could lean over and kiss her.

He pressed his lips to hers, bringing a hand to the back of her neck and using the other to pull off her school robe. She was left in her in jeans and halter-top. She placed her arms around his neck and moaned slightly as he entered his tongue into her mouth. As she did the same, their tongues battled as if it was war, but more passionately then Hermione had ever imagined. She pressed herself closer and herd him groan then she felt him exploring the different curves of her body.

"Hem, hem!" someone behind them intruded.

Hermione prayed that it was not a teacher; they withdrew from one another's embrace still hazy from what had just occurred…

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Egads!!!! That was crazy … lool ummm I left u guys hanging on a cliffy so hang on "Keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times…and by all means review!!!!!! Tank you all those who already have he he "I LOVE YOU ALL" said the girl sheepishly "HEHE" YOU are all the greatest ever!!!!!!!!!!! (

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