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CHAPTER 6: Rented Rooms and Bunk Beds (Chapter rated G)
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The next day, the family, Draco and Hermione left St. Mungos. Hermione was feeling much better. The weather was horrible, and very odd of that time of year. It was extremely cold out, "Almost cold enough to freeze the Goblet of Fire!" exclaimed Mr. Weasley. The Goblet of Fire made Hermione choke up, thinking of their 4th year when Harry was mistakenly entered in the Triwizard Tournament and almost died. Cedric Diggory also died that year.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rented 2 small rooms that they could all stay in. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George in one room, and Hermione, Draco, Ron and Ginny in the other. Hermione wasn't too sure that the arrangements would work out too well, but she was gracious to the family. None of them wanted to venture back to the Burrow, afraid of what might be there. Mrs. Weasley had Ginny and Ron convinced that the creatures turned their simple, peace-loving house into a torture chamber of some kind.
That night, after Mrs. Weasley checked on all of them, Draco, Ron Ginny and Hermione all settled down to sleep. This room seemed to be quite like the room of requirement. There were two sets of bunk beds, one on each end of the room. There was also a single dresser with 4 over-sized drawers, for their belongings. Hermione had gone shopping earlier in the day, for a few pairs of clothes and such, sweaters and things, and put her belongings in the drawer that inscribed on itself Hermione, in a cursive font, after she touched the handle to it. The wood around where her name was etched seemed very worn, and Hermione knew that this type of drawer set wasn't just invented. It seemed that many other names had been etched in the fine wood of each drawer.
Hermione also placed her wand in the drawer, but thought better of it, securing it in the waistband of her pajama bottoms. After the lights had been turned off, she tossed and turned for almost 2 hours before finally falling into a fitful sleep.
She dreamt of Narcissa Malfoy, and she replayed the image of the axe in her head over and over and over. She wasn't aware that she was talking in her sleep, when she was awoken by someone. She was startled and shot up in bed.
She turned and saw a very tired looking Draco next to her.
"Look, Granger, I'm trying to sleep. So could you please try to keep quiet?"
She nodded, ashamed, and lay back down in bed. Draco was standing on the wood holding Ginny's mattress in place, but didn't leave after she lay down.
Hermione turned slightly towards him, their faces inches apart from each other. "Anything else, Draco?" she asked.
He smirked. "You called me Draco."
She shrugged. "You asked me to, didn't you?"
He nodded slightly. Hermione turned around to face the wall, and smiled to herself as she listened to Draco walk back to his bed. The springs in the old mattress squeaked and a couple minutes later, Hermione heard light snoring. She smiled and snuggled into the warm blankets, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
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Short chapter, I know. Haha. Just wanted to leave you hanging until tomorrow, which is New Years Day!! Happy New Year everybody! I dunno about you, but I'm definatley watching the ball drop in New York. Thanks so so much to all my reviewers. It really makes me day when people review and like it. :D Thats basically the only reason I keep writing this story. So review! :-)
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