I'm a disclaimer… (Don't you people know this by now… ) I'm getting tired of writing it!
Hermione stepped foot into the most beautiful room. She even forgot about Malfoy for that glorious moment.
There was a beautiful portrait of a lion and a serpent in the middle of the common room. The common room consisted of two sofas facing each other oppositely. There were golden brown desks behind these relaxing sofas and a red carpet trailing the whole room, finally coming at a halt to a magnificent fireplace. All the way at the end of the room was a balcony with two comfortable chairs.
Remembering Malfoy was here, Hermione glanced at him. Hermione wasn't surprised to see that he looked positively bored with the luxury and plopped onto the sofa lazily.
He even had the nerve to say, " I call this sofa."
Malfoy smirked when he saw the look on Hermione's face.
"What is it Granger? Even Mudbloods like you never heard of luxury? Wow, didn't think you were as poor as Weasley!"
Hermione stared contemptuously at Malfoy. "Not everyone's dad is a death eater!" she retorted angrily.
Malfoy smirked. This was the opposite reaction that Hermione thought he would have. "Yeah, but they should if it means getting rid of people like you."
Hermione turned away and ignored him. "You're so arrogant."
Malfoy sneered. "Of course, everyone feels arrogant when they are around you."
This time Hermione couldn't take it. She turned angrily. She started toward him and at first Malfoy seemed unaware.
Her hand risen up to the considerable height of Malfoy, up to his face, and "Ow!"
Malfoy caught Hermione's wrist just in time. "Not so fast Mudblood. I'm taller than you are. I'm stronger than you are. I'm faster than you are."
Hermione scowled. "Doesn't stop you being a jerk. An arrogant piece of vermin."
Malfoy let go of her wrist abruptly. He smirked. He knew Hermione hated being wrong. "Yeah, but you have to admit, it makes me hotter than ever."
Hermione let out a snort of laughter. "You? Hot? Are you crazy? The only person who's in love with you is Parkinson."
Malfoy sighed. "Granger, we had this discussion on the train."
Hermione gave him one last dirty before turning away to her bedroom.
She had the same old four poster for her bed. This time she had her name engraved above her four poster in golden letters. Hermione smiled. This was a beautiful room indeed.
Hermione fixed her clothes with a flick of her wand and sank into her bed, falling into a deep sleep. It was good to be home.
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