SPIN THE BOTTLE
By Meirarien
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it....it's all JK's, except the plot
A/N: I've never written an HP fanfic...so bear with me hear....k?
Chapter One- Put a Shirt on, Malfoy
The feast had just ended and Hermione Granger was extremely annoyed. Draco Malfoy. Head Boy! She sighed. Her best friend Harry Potter looked at her, "What's wrong?"
"Malfoy's Head Boy." She said dully.
"Bloody hell!" Ron Weasley exclaimed, "How did he get that position? Wait, doesn't that mean you have to share a common room, a bedroom, a dorm and stuff like that?"
"WHAT!" Hermione shouted and a couple of first years stared. "I mean, it should have been obvious, but still." She lowered her voice.
Harry laughed, "For once, Hermione Granger is surprised! I can't wait for the rest of this year!"
"Harry, be quiet," she slapped his shoulder. "I've got to find my room."
Ron pointed to a door on his right, "Head Girl and Boy. Hmm...this doesn't look right, let's keep going."
"Thanks, Ron. I'll see you guys around!" Hermione waved and laughed as they walked away. "Okay, password...umm...I'm at a loss for that one." She felt a breath on the back of her neck and she whirled around. "Malfoy! Could you not come up behind me like that?"
"It's a free planet, Granger, in case you haven't been informed yet. I can do what I want." His cold voice penetrated her. He had definitely changed for the worse over the summer.
"Fine. I'm supposing you know the password?"
"Yes, I'm supposing you don't?"
"No, I don't. Now could you please open the door?"
"Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I want to tour the castle a little before I go in. After all, I have the whole year to stay in there. I've heard there are some changes in the castle."
"Malfoy," Hermione fumed, "If your not going to open the door, then at least tell me the password so that I can open the door."
"Lioness." He said softly. The door swung open. Hermione glared at him and walked in.
"Wow," she gasped, "This is pretty."
"Now now, no time for sight-seeing. Get your stuff in your room and follow me. We have to talk to McGonagall."
"Malfoy, let me enjoy the settings, all right?! After all, as you so pointedly pointed out, we are staying here all year." (A/N: Pun intended) She looked around. Since the password was Lioness, the room was in all Slytherin colors, which actually weren't all that bad once you got used to them. There were two doors on the far side of the room, after a sitting room. One read Lioness and another read Serpent. They were extremely close to each other. She walked across the room and opened her door and found one bed, a king sized and a door to her right. She opened and it led to the sitting room. She looked at the front of the door, confused. Serpent. Her mouth widened in shock. Malfoy started laughing. "Bit of a shock, huh?"
"Ew..." Hermione squealed. "I have to sleep with you?!"
"Not in that way, but yes," Malfoy looked overly amused.
"Malfoy, there is nothing even remotely funny about you and me sharing and sleeping in the SAME BED!"
"Actually, there is. I wonder how you sleep. If you're peaceful, if you snore, if you sleepwalk, if you kick. Although that would hurt."
"I do none of that except the peaceful part. I can't believe you think I would snore!"
"It's probable."
"No, Malfoy, it's not. Now lets go visit Professor McGonagall before she gets too angry."
"Yes, let's. I'm tired of arguing about sleeping."
"We are not arguing about sleeping. We are arguing about our sleeping conditions such as where we are sleeping and what we do when we sleep."
"Do you have to be such an ignorant know-it-all?"
"If anyone is ignorant it's you, and I suggest you quit calling me a know-it-all because, as the name proclaims, I know all the spells and quite a few would be rather useful on you."
"You do not know all the spells."
"Then don't call me a know-it-all. If I don't "know it all" there is no point in telling me that I do."
"Let's go." He said coldly. He opened the door like a gentleman, but his eyes were not so gentlemanly. A cold fire burned brightly in the iris' and Hermione knew not to make it burn white.
Hermione waved at all of the familiar portraits as she and Malfoy made their way down to Professor McGonagall's study. "Would you stop it?" he hissed, "You're embarrassing me!" His cheeks were red.
"Then walk ahead, I'm greeting old friends."
"Portraits?" he looked doubtful. "Portraits cannot be friends."
"Maybe you should get to know them. After all, they do talk. And move. Also, there is a spell to get them out of their portraits." They stopped at a landing and she waves her wand at the nearest portrait, "Metamorphosis." She said. The man in the portrait hopped out. "Hello, Hermione!" he said cheerfully. "Who is this fine young fellow?"
"Draco Malfoy. I do not associate with him, he is Head Boy and I Head Girl. We are going to visit Professor McGonagall." Portraits showed an amazing amount of emotion and this one was showing distaste for Malfoy. He was obviously not the "fine young fellow" mentioned earlier. "Don't let me stop you," the portrait said less cheerfully, "Now, if you would help me back in?"
"Metamorphosom." He materialized into the portrait again and hopped off. Probably to tell his friends about the odd choice of Heads.
"Aren't we only supposed to learn that spell this year?" Malfoy asked icily.
"Why? Are you jealous?"
"No, Granger, I'm never jealous of filth. I was just wondering, if that is such a crime please inform me. Now can we please get to McGonagall's?"
"Yes." The rest of the trip was uneventful. When the Heads reached Professor McGonagall's door, it swung open. "You're late," the deputy headmistress sighed, "Not that I gave a time, however, Mr. Malfoy, I said prompt, not 15 minutes later."
"I'm sorry, Professor," Hermione said, "I was showing Mal-Draco the Metamorphosis Charm."
"Ah, yes," the Professor beamed, "I always loved that charm. Anyway, I must tell you your duties. The most important is to set a good example. It will prevent some minor trouble which will help us so we can take care of the major trouble. Second, you will be planning most of the major planning and events. Balls. Feasts. Others. Third, get along. I will not be having a Head Boy and Girl who at each other's throats every minute of every day."
"Then, perhaps, Professor, you should have chosen a different Head Girl?" Malfoy suggested.
"Draco, I do not think that you want to insult my ability to choose Heads. You were chosen for a different reason than Hermione. Do not think that you are better in any way. Now, do go to bed. I will do your rounds tonight, but tomorrow, I expect every student in bed by midnight. Understood?"
"Of course, Professor." Hermione smiled.
Professor McGonagall smiled back, "To bed, to bed." She said tiredly.
Hermione wandered into the bedroom later that night. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she gasped. "Malfoy," she hissed, "Put a shirt on!"
"Does it bother you that I care to show off my handsomeness?"
"As a matter of fact it does." She walked over and smacked his bare chest. "Now, if you are going to bed with some girl you going to have to wear a shirt, because I don't think you want a big red mark on your chest, do you?"
"You insufferable brat! You know what, you can sleep on the floor." He moved and covered the whole bed. Hermione huffed and walked out in tears. She lay down on a couch (which was rather comfortable) and then remembered something. Drawing her wand with a tired hand, she conjured a bed in the corner. It was even bigger than the one in the room. She made a smirking face at the Serpent door and fell asleep on the nice, comfy bed.
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