"This way." Dumbledore turned, his robes sweeping along behind him. Draco glared at Ginny and, always the gentleman, squeezed past her to get out of the room first.
"Your dormitory has been moved since the… incident last year." He was referring to the spell someone had cast to make all of the walls in the school transparent. Quite a few unlucky students, including the former head girl and boy, were caught in compromising positions in rooms where they had no right to be. Over the summer, though, everything had apparently been righted.
Dumbledore lead them to a portrait of a rather amusing dancing banana. "I had this put in last year." He said proudly. "Quite funny, no?" he gave the password (Anananany) and the door swung open.
The room was beautiful, decorated in practically every color except for red, gold, silver, and green. Frankly, Ginny had been getting sick of those colors anyways. There was a huge fireplace and a couple of large blue and purple squishy chairs, and a few beanbags.
Next, they were shown their rooms. Ginny's was decorated in all black, with posters of all of her favorite bands on the walls. They would sing if asked to, otherwise they spent the days skateboarding in the backgrounds or playing confusing American drinking and card games.
Draco's was mostly crimson, with black thrown in where you wouldn't expect it and a lot of room to keep his clothes.
"Well," said Dumbledore, looking rather pleased with himself, "Any questions?"
The whole place was perfect, except for one thing.
"Sir?" Ginny asked. "Why is there no wall between mine and Malfoy's rooms?"
"Ah, that. Well, you see, after the … ahem… incident, there were some walls that just wouldn't be righted. They fade in and out. Usually, as with this one, though, it's out."
"So I have to stare at the Weasel while she changes?" Draco sneered.
"Only if you wish to, Mr. Malfoy. We have found a solution that will keep you mostly separated, most of the time." He nodded his head, and several house elves ran in carrying a vast array of colorful towels.
"These can be placed on the wall. Dobby, Marnie, and Gwennie will do it for you."
"What do you mean, most of the time?" Ginny was getting irritated. She wanted to take a shower and go to bed, though with Malfoy only one wall away, that didn't seem so appealing anymore.
"Well, this spell while it can be… watered down, so to speak, will not go away all together. We managed to contain the spell into a few walls, and with the towels up, only a few feet of this wall. Randomly, a towel will become transparent, but this is the best we can do. I'm sure you can work out some sort of arrangement." With that, he left the room.
"Out, Malfoy." Ginny said simply. He walked around defiantly, glancing over her posters and watching her as she made herself comfortable.
"And why should I leave?" The house elves were slowly tacking up the towels. Any other time, Ginny would have found this rather amusing, as they had to stack themselves on each other's shoulders to reach high enough.
"Because otherwise I'll make you." Ginny said, her boredom with him leaking into her tone as she pulled out a copy of Rolling Stone.
"Yeah. Right." He scoffed, eyeing the magazine cover. "Green Day? What the hell is Green Day?"
Ginny waved in the general direction of the green day poster on the north wall of her room. The three men in it, who had previously been playing kings corners on a milk crate, jumped up. Two ran to guitars, and one to an elaborate drum set. They began to play.
Insert "Waiting" by Green Day here. The site threatened to shut down my account if I didn't take it out. And then you would all be sad… right?
Ginny waved her hand again and they stopped playing and went back to their card game. Immediately, the blonde one won and the other two grudgingly pulled out their wallets.
"Satisfied, Blondie?" Ginny asked, still not looking up.
"Quite." He smirked as one of the towels went clear. "I'll be seeing you, Weasley"
(A/N: I know, short, but I have a paper that I have to do a "rough draft" for. If you must sue, sue my English teacher.)
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