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Eight

I followed Malfoy down the corridor to the dormitory silently. That was because I was planning it all in my head. Every little detail of my plan was falling into place, without my having to lift a finger.

I called it Operation Jealousy for a reason. I had been living these past seven years, wondering if he loved me. I was not going to back out now. You can't love someone for that long and then just give up without really trying to do anything. Sure, we had sort of gone out in our third year, but that wasn't enough. We were too young. We didn't know what it really meant. Now I was seventeen, and I had waited long enough. If he was not going to admit it openly or even admit it to himself, I would force him to see the light, or I would give up in the process.

We arrived at our dormitory. There was a small Common Room, with a bulletin board that told us what to do, a cheerful fireplace, and many large armchairs. There were two desks on which to do our work – one labeled "Head Boy," the other "Head Girl." It was sort of like having my own private office, only I had to share it with Malfoy. Knowing him, however, he would never do his duties and never do his homework, so I would pretty much have it to myself anyways.

On either side of the room was another room – one for each of us – that contained a bed, a dresser, a mirror, and a large bathroom. The bathroom had a huge Jacuzzi bath made of polished marble, a large shower, a pile of fluffy white towels, and (of course) a toilet and sink. I instantly made myself at home, throwing my stuff on the bed and hopping into the bathtub.

Only seconds after I had gotten into the bath, Malfoy waltzed into the bathroom, a large smirk on his face.

"Malfoy! Get out now!" I shrieked, hoping that the bubbles would be enough to cover me.

"Don't worry, Granger, I am not coming in to observe you bathe," he sneered. "I just want to get a few things across."

"You wouldn't mind watching me bathe, now would you?" I asked, ignoring the last statement.

"Oh, stop flattering yourself. Anyways, here are my rules. You are not allowed in my bedroom unless I invite you in. You are not allowed to spy on me while I am bathing, showering, or taking a piss."

"Why would I do that? I mean, you're Malfoy. That is just plain disgusting," I said.

He ignored me and continued, "You are not allowed to disturb me when Crabbe and Goyle are in here."

"Wait, wait, wait. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle are not coming in here. I have a strong feeling that if they do, they will not respect my privacy as much as I would like. They're mindless thugs – they probably don't even know what the word privacy means," I hissed coldly.

"The sad thing is that I bet you're right," he sighed. "Nevertheless, they are going to come in here."

"On one condition," I added. "You must allow Harry and Ron to come in as well."

"Potter and Weasley? Why the hell would I allow them to come in here? You're lucky I'm not forcing you to sleep outside."

"Oh, shut up. If your friends are allowed in, so are mine."

Malfoy bit his lower lip, but then said, "Fine. But the same rules apply to them."

I smirked and said, "Well, if you have rules, then I have rules as well."

"State them."

"Let's see . . . all doors that I lock will remain locked or I will take it up with Professor McGonagall. You do not touch anything in my room or bathroom, including myself, if the doors are unlocked by accident. You do not touch anything on my desk, including my homework, quills, ink, and everything inside it, be it by spells or by physical touch. And these rules apply to your cronies as well," I stated quite simply."

Malfoy tilted his head and smiled roguishly. "It's a deal," he said, extending his hand. I took it and we shook.

I could only hope that this was the beginning of a wonderful relationship.