Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N – I am really, REALLY sorry for not updating, but I had temporarily run out of ideas for this fic. I still don't have many ideas, but I thought it was just ridiculous how I haven't updated in so long, so I forced myself to sit and at least try to write a chapter. This was the result.

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House Unity

Chapter 6

The morning had started out gorgeous at Hogwarts. The sun was shinning and the skies were clear. This hadn't lasted for long though.

It lasted for about the half an hour it took Draco Malfoy to style his hair in the morning.

'Blasted weather,' thought Malfoy.

No, it wasn't the beautiful day that made him think that way. It was the now thundering sky that had made him mentally curse.

Contrary to what most people would think, Malfoy loved days when there was nice weather. It meant it was a good day to practice qudditch!

Like Harry, Ron, Ginny, and about every other person who was on their house team, Draco Malfoy loved quidditch and nearly everything about it. Nearly meaning he hated that he had never won against Harry Potter.

'I'll get him one day…'

Malfoy quickly washed his hands and walked back into his bedroom to grab his things and go to breakfast when a Tawny owl, obviously one of the school owls, had begun to tap on one of his windows to get in.

Malfoy let the owl in and took the letter and waited for the owl to leave, but it wouldn't go.

He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

He did this for about five minutes when his enchanted mirror, Alexandra, spoke.

"I think the owl wants a treat."

Malfoy looked at the mirror, then at the owl, back at the mirror, and then the owl again.

"Really, how do you see things? It's not as if you've got any eyes."

"I'm a magical mirror you dolt, and at least I've got a brain because you obviously don't have one! That poor owl is still waiting!"

Sure enough the owl continued to sit on the windowsill, looking at Malfoy expectantly.

"Bloody owl! I'm NOT going to reward you for a job you are SUPPOSED to do!"

Wrong words Malfoy, wrong words.

The owl suddenly pecked him on the hand and flew away.

"STUPID OWL!"

In the room adjacent to his, connected by a bathroom, was Hermione's room.

"What was that?" said Hermione aloud as she walked through the enormous bathroom to Malfoy's room and knocked on the door.

"Malfoy?"

She didn't get a response, just more yelling.

"MALFOY?"

more screaming

"MALFOY?"

even MORE screaming

'That's it! I'm going in.'

Hermione slowly opened the door to Malfoy's room and began to look around. She had never seen it before and was curious as to how it looked like, considering they could change the way their rooms looked at will. The only things in their rooms that would remain constant were the windows, the door, and the enchanted mirrors, which were permanently stuck on a wall in the rooms.

Hermione's view of the room was spectacular. The floor of the room was wooden, East Indian Rosewood actually. In the corner of the room where Hermione would've had an enormous desk to study at was the most magnificent grand piano she had ever seen. It was a Roger Williams Limited Edition Gold Piano by Steinway. The piano was nearly 300,000 dollars by American muggle money, and to her knowledge, Hermione knew that only eight of these pianos was ever made. It went particularly well with what the walls were colored. The room was painted a deep forest-green with silver trim towards the top of the ceiling, which was twenty feet high was an exact replica of the ceiling in the Great Hall. It was storming at the moment, so the ceiling was storming as well and thunder had sounded through the room.

'Wait,' thought Hermione, ' thunder can't be that high pitched…'

She then remembered the reason she was in his room in the first place and she opened the door all the way to see Draco Malfoy running around, screaming like a girl.

'This is perfect fuel for blackmail… but I can't.'

Hermione sighed, knowing her conscious wouldn't let her blackmail him.

Finally deciding it was time she did something, Hermione pulled out her wand.

"Petrificus totalus!"

Malfoy's body went rigid and he fell to the ground.

Hermione walked over to his now motionless form to ask why the hell he was screeching like he was in the opera when she realized he couldn't speak.

She waved her wand so that only his head was allowed to move, a very advanced technique that was used in olden days to force people to talk or remain paralyzed. This was, of course, before the invention of veritaserum.

This bit of information Hermione had obviously known already, for she had actually used the technique.

Malfoy, however, was amazed at how she could do such an advanced form of magic, and consequently remained silent when he realized he could now talk.

"Now Malfoy, will you tell me why it is you're screaming as if you just saw Dumbledore naked?"

If Malfoy could move, he would've shuddered at the thought of the headmaster naked.

"Merlin Granger! Did you really have to put that image in my head? It'll haunt me for life!"

"If you keep disturbing my mornings I'll put even worse images in your head. Now tell me why you were screaming."

"Firstly, Granger, if I hadn't told you the time we would've been late so I wasn't disturbing your morning, you were disturbing mine. Secondly, I'm bleeding to death and you continue to have me lie on the floor?"

Hermione then realized a small pool of blood and she immediately screamed and released Malfoy from the jinx completely.

"What in Merlin's name happened to you?"

"Well let's see. I have to share a common room AND a bathroom with you, I'm paired with you for Arithmancy, Flitwick's off his rocker and seated me next to you, I'm stuck in a study group with you, and a bloody owl just attacked me!"

Hermione wanted to smack him, and smack him, she did.

"BLOODY HELL! Has the world gone mad?"

"No. Now let me see your hand."

Hermione took a bloody piece of parchment from his hand and place it on the nightstand.

She then took his hand in hers to examine the damage the owl had done.

"Your fine," she said as she muttered a healing spell, "it was just a small cut,"

"Well thank you, at any rate, and I think that letter is for the both of us."

Hermione took the bloody but of parchment and unrolled it.

"Dumbledore wants to see us. He's moved next week's meeting to today. We'd better hurry or well be late."

Malfoy nodded and grabbed his things whilst Hermione waited in the common room.

They exited the portrait and made their way to the headmaster's office.

"Hey Granger."

"What?"

"Thanks."

"Well sorry for smacking you back there."

"Apology accepted."

They continued to make their way to the office, but the both of them had smiles on their faces.

McGonagall, unbeknowest to them, had seen the exchange and couldn't help but thinking that the headmaster's plan might not have been so farfetched as she thought.


A/N – Well I hope you all liked this chapter, and I'm really sorry for not updating sooner. I know I was supposed to do the study group thing this chapter, but once I started with Draco's day, I got a different idea from what I had originally planned and this was the result. I hope you liked it. Please review, and once again, really sorry for not updating sooner.