Chapter 2
Hermione quickly left the compartment and ran to find Harry and Ron. She found Harry talking to Cho and impatiently waited. She didn't like Cho one bit and hated seeing her around Harry. She thought Cho was fake and slutty, but Harry would have to learn about Cho the hard way. She cleared her throat, making her presence known. "Ahem" Harry turned around to see who it was and a smile lit up his face.
"Hermione!" Even though she had changed a great deal over the summer, she could always count on Harry to recognize her. He quickly engaged Hermione in conversation about summer and such, completely forgetting Cho. Of course, Cho could never be ignored, so she butted into the conversation. "Hermione it's so lovely to see you!" Cho's voice was so sickly sweet and fake that Hermione almost laughed, but to keep up appearances, she pretended to be glad to see her also, yet throwing an insult into the mix as well.
"Cho! I hardly recognized you! You have really grown! You look so much better than last year!" Cho recognized the insult at once, while Harry thought it splendid that the two were getting along so well. Boys can be so clueless, thought Hermione. Hermione then took charge of the situation and said to Cho, "Well it was wonderful seeing you again, but we really must go. Come visit us sometime!" She pulled Harry away and they went to find Ron, leaving a fuming Cho behind.
After the three of them had connected they all went into the Great Hall to watch the sorting of the first years. Hermione sat by Harry, listening to him and Ron gossip. Ron started telling Harry about a new sixth year girl he had seen. "I'm telling you mate, those legs! They were almost as good as Hermione's!" This wasn't a worry to Hermione. She knew that both boys found her very attractive, but neither of them like her in that way. They all were the best of friends and that was it. As soon as the first years were sorted, Professor McGonagall came over to Hermione. "Hello Hermione! It's so good to see you again! Not surprisingly, you have been made Head Girl. You are to meet Professor Dumbledore outside the Head Quarters for instructions after you finish eating. Alright?" "I'm really Head Girl? Alright! Thanks Professor!" "Your welcome dear, now don't forget to meet Professor Dumbledore."
Hermione finished eating as fast as she could. She was almost positive that Draco was Head Boy and she couldn't wait to see her new quarters. She met up with Dumbledore and saw that Draco was with him. Yes! She thought to herself. "Miss Granger, as you can see, Mr. Malfoy is Head Boy and you two will be sharing a common room. You each will have your own private rooms and bathrooms. I highly advise you two getting along as you will be seeing each other a great deal this year. You will share a password for your common room, but will each have your own for your private quarters. Your password will be the first word you say to it, so don't be careless. Good luck."
As Dumbledore walked away, Hermione turned to Draco. "I guess we need to think of a password." "Well, it needs to be something not obvious. I would hate it if Pansy figured it out." Draco shivered with disgust. "How about Express? I mean that is the place that we reacquainted ourselves." "It's also a clothing store! I love their clothes!" "So I guess we've agreed then?" "Definitely!"
Draco walked up to the portrait and said "Express" the portrait nodded in agreement and swung open. Hermione hurriedly followed Draco inside. Hermione couldn't have spoken if she had tried. It was stunning. The common room was a mixture of greens and golds, so as to join both houses. A roaring fireplace was on one side of the room, and a refrigerator, and microwave on the other. "I guess they modernized some. I doubt any of the other Heads had a mini-kitchen in their room," Draco said in astonishment. As Hermione was looking around, she saw the portrait entryway to her room. Her name was painted directly above it in brilliant gold. Just then an idea popped into her head.
"Draco, why don't you and I pick the password for each others portraits? I could pick yours and you could pick mine!" Draco thought it over. He really liked the idea of having access to her room at all times. So he quickly agreed. He went over to Hermione portrait and said, "Quidditch." "Quidditch?" said Hermione. "You had to choose one of my least favorite things, didn't you?" "Naturally," replied Draco. Hermione made her way over to Draco's portrait. She then whispered something conspiringly into the portraits ear. "Hey, no fair! I let you hear what I said!" Draco exclaimed. "What did you say?" "Oh, just pink polka dot bikini!" "Pink polka dot bikini? What kind of password is that?" "A quite nice one! You gave me one you liked, which I didn't like, so I gave you one I like, but you don't like!" And with that Hermione ran to her portrait, said the password, and went inside. Girls, thought Draco in exasperation.