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Flames and Icicles
Chapter Four
Bathroom Warfare
Hermione was a bit stunned. Spending most of the school year with her enemy, plus the agony of sharing a common room with him! She sighed inwardly. Harry and Ron would hate this especially. But as Hermione followed the Headmaster and Malfoy up, yet another, flight of stairs, her curiosity of their 'training' began to rise.
"Ah, here we are." Dumbledore said as he halted in front of a very lovely portrait. It was beautiful. There was a mermaid in it and the thing that made the woman so breathtaking is that she wasn't lovely at all. She looked like an average Joe, well as average as one mermaid could look, her hair was to her shoulders and black, and she had hazel eyes that were not striking at all. But in the way she sat on the shore of her picture, made her beautiful. She looked so important, and if she had legs and walked out into another portrait, Hermione betted she would follow. A born leader is what she looked like. 'Harry would like this.' She thought.
"Password, please." She said informatively. Dumbledore turned to them, but spoke to the mermaid, who swatted away a strand of her strait hair.
"Pectus Conversatio." He said in Latin. "That will be your password until you decide to make a new one, that you both agree upon." He said knowingly to the 6th years. Hermione nodded and Malfoy grunted. "Well. I must be off now. It will be plain to see what rooms are yours." He motioned through the open portrait. "You will receive further instructions tomorrow, as information on your Head training. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Professor." Said Hermione politely. She rolled her eyes when Malfoy pushed past her and into the next room. 'This. Will. Be. A. Very. Long. Year.' She mentally swore.
The room inside was grand, even Draco- the boy that lived in a manor and was basically given everything of value, was surprised. It was a big room, that was lavishly decorated in dark green and crimson everything. There stood bookcases against the wall to the right that held a bookworm's dream in their oak casings. A dark green couch, a crimson loveseat, and a dark green recliner stood in the middle of the room followed by a dark oak coffee table that separated them, and to the left wall stood a brick fireplace that looked awfully lonely. The walls were a rich cream color, one of the only things not school color schemed, and the carpet was a dark crimson.
Then came three doors. This is when it occurred to them…
"Oh no! Don't tell me I have to share a bathroom with you!" Cried Hermione in despair.
"I should be the upset one here! Sharing a toilet with a filthy mudblood! The shame!"
Hermione's face contorted into anger and she threw him a rather nasty look. With that she grabbed her things and headed for the far right door with the face of a lion on it and slammed it accordingly.
"Finally." Draco breathed to himself. He too went to his room, the left door with a snake on it.
Hermione was amazed at her room, any Gryffindor would be. To her left stood a brilliant oak desk equipped with four drawers and an oak chair with a crimson cushion. Across from that sat a tiny love seat that was, just guess, crimson and had crimsons and gold decorated pillows, two on each cushion. Next to that was a small walk-in closet that turned out to have a small dresser against the furthest wall. 'More than enough space.' She thought before walking back into the main room. Her bed was so pretty that she squealed and dove onto it. With light gold banisters with carvings of lions, the bed had a crimson comforter and the sheets were gold. The pillows held the same Gryffindor look. On the left stood a nightstand, and on the right stood a lovely full-length mirror with white and gold edgings. As much as she thought the room was beautiful she would have gone crazy if the walls weren't painted beige, to keep the crimson and gold scheme down a bit, and it helped to have a window over her nightstand.
"Mrrow." Came the deformed cry of a cat. Hermione looked over and noticed for the first time a rather big cat under the desk.
"Crookshanks! I didn't even see you there!" And with that the girl hopped off the bed and went to her loveable fat cat.
"Wow. You would think they'd have over done the 'Slytherin' look." Drawled Malfoy as he looked at his room. It was much the same as Hermione's but instead of the colors of crimson and gold it showed the overly decorated colors of dark green and silver. He unpacked his things into the closet, taking up almost all of the unnecessary space and placed his Wizard's clock on the nightstand. He only bothered to make it keep track of him, but even then he made the places very limited by only putting 'Home' 'Hogwarts' and 'Other'.
He yawned and stretched his arms. What he needed was a shower. Agreeing with his conscious he grabbed a pair of black boxers and a white tee-shirt and began for his door when he heard the opening of a door, then pitter patter of feet, then another door closing. Knowing what had happened, he opened the door and ran to the lavatory's entrance.
"Granger!" He growled as the door was locked. "I was about to take a shower!" He yelled.
"Can't I get any PEACE IN THE BATHROOM!" Thundered the girl from the other side, the door muffling her voice a little, but it didn't take her anger away.
"Not when I was about to use it!" He said.
"Well everything isn't about you!" She flung the door open to show a seething brunette with a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. A trail of toothpaste and water trickled down her chin. Draco looked at her and noticed that he had not been the only one to change this summer. Granger had grown taller, but he still looked down at her. Her wild mane of hair had straightened out a bit but only because it had become longer to the point just above her elbows. Other than that he did not look for any more changes because to Malfoy- Hermione Granger was a nuisance.
"Granger, let me put it in terms you understand…get out so I can take my shower and go to bed, even though it's you who needs the beauty sleep." SLAM. Door in his face.
The faucet started to run and then it shut off. Draco tapped his foot impatiently. A faint cling could be heard, then the door flung open.
"There you go, sir Malfoy." Hermione mocked, and pushed past him with a look of disgust. She then disappeared in her room.
"Girls. Wait no. Granger." He growled to himself and proceeded to his nightly grooming.
An hour later a squeaky clean, boxer wearing, hair slicked back, Draco Malfoy left a steamy bathroom. It was of no surprise to see the infamous bookworm, Hermione, to have a book in her hands. It was new to see that the said brown-haired girl of 16 was fast asleep, on the love seat. She was in her pajamas he gathered from seeing her clad with drawstring blue pants with little moons on them and a matching button-up shirt. He was silently reminded of their Headmaster's bizarre outfits, and a brief wondering of what Professor Dumbledore slept in. He shook his head on that thought; maybe he did not want to know that.
Treading quietly, he made it over to the back of the couch. A cream colored blanket with dark green and crimson stars were draped over the back of the couch. He again glanced at his arch foe and realizing how damned cold it was, grabbed the blanket. In one defining sweep that changed everything, he dropped the blanket on top of her. "No one wants to see that." He thought to himself, leaving his good deed with an excuse.
Malfoy left for his room without another thought on it, and cringed as he stepped into it. "I like more than green and silver." He bluntly said to himself and got into bed.
A very disgruntled Hermione entered the Great Hall the next morning. Her robe was crinkled and her hair was disheveled. She plopped down in between Harry and Ron. Ginny sat in front of Harry and Neville and Seamus next to her. Hermione took no notice and grabbed a piece of toast and started buttering it madly. Everyone looked at her strangely.
"Hey Hermione." Harry said timidly. "What did Professor Dumbledore want you for last night?"
"Yeah and why are you getting here so late, classes are starting soon." Ron said finishing his food, Harry and Ginny relieved that the spray of breakfast would stop from his mouth. "And why is your hair like th-"
"Ron! Please!" Hermione snapped. Ron looked turned a light pink. "What's up with you?"
"Sorry. Malfoy didn't wake me up this morning! That git! I could have missed class!" The others did not seem to mind that thought, but focused on the Malfoy part.
"Why would…Malfoy be anywhere near you?" Asked Ginny.
Remembering her promise to Professor Dumbledore she answered with, "I was assigned a new room until February and I have to share it with that ferret, Malfoy." Everyone's jaw dropped and before their comments rushed at her she continued. "Since we are the top of our class, he is making us do some kind of project. I don't even know what it is yet, now that I think about it-"
"So you have to SHARE a commons room with him!" Said an angry Ron Weasley, Harry looking much the same way.
"And a bathroom." She grumbled back.
"That's horrible!" Squeaked Ginny. The youngest Weasley managed to sound just like her mother.
"Have you talked to Dumbledore about it? I mean he has to know we are enemies with Malfoy! He's DANGEROUS!" Said Harry.
"He's probably a Death Eater too!" Fumed Ron. "What is he thinking making you LIVE WITH A DEATH EATER!" A few people looked over and Ron dropped his voice.
"No. Professor Dumbledore is the one that came up with this idea so I'm betting he won't stop it. Yes, I know that Malfoy is an evil, slimy, git, but I'll be all right. He's no actual threat any ways. Just name calling and embarrassment. Again nothing I CAN'T handle." And with that she got another piece of toast and buttered it unmercifully.
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Oh, and 'Pectus Conversatio' means Heart Way.