My Room

"…and your room, what was it like?" he continued from his last question. "If you don't mind me asking also who was the first guy in your room?"

"Isn't that kind of personal?" I asked not wanting to give the answer very much.

"Unless you don't want to tell me." said the reporter, man this guy was good.

I looked at Draco he once again had his head in his hands. I laughed. "Well my room was…" he listened as I explained. "and the first guy was…" I explained again. "…but he wasn't invited in, if that makes it any better." I said and heard Draco laugh from behind his hands.

Flashback

A password! How could Dumbledore forget to give me the password to my own room? It was getting late and I needed to get in there. I looked around the room and finally came to the only solution I could think of. Hastily I dragged myself to Draco's door and knocked.

The door soon opened and Draco stood there in only his silky black boxers. I was a little shocked, wow these people are really too friendly. I finally took my eyes off his abs and looked at his face.

"I knew you couldn't resist. Have you come back to apologize?" He said over-confidently.

"I apologize about what?" I gave him an innocent look and he laughed. "I actually came to ask help with my door." I looked at my feet, it sounded more pathetic than it was, really!

"Your door?" He was giving me a bewildered look and then laughing at me some more.

"No really, look." I told him then went and had another little struggle with my door. After one last kick I looked back over at him. Draco was leaning against his doorframe crossing his arms with a genuine smile planted on his face. Man he really did look good without a shirt. Wait, what was I thinking? He noticed my wandering eyes and his smile grew. He was still laughing at my earlier struggle.

"Well for one you might want to make a password." He managed to say in between laughs.

I thought for a moment. "Okay I have one, what do I do now smart ass?" I gave him my death glare.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. Hey wait isn't that my trademark? "Put your wand to the door and say it, it's as simple as that." Did he always have to make me feel so stupid?

"Do you mind?" I didn't want him to hear my password, was he going to get the hint?

"Not at all, go right ahead." My guess is he got the hint but didn't take it.

I sighed; this was going to be a long year. I decided it wouldn't matter that much if he knew my password so I placed my wand on the door and said the password.

The door swung open to reveal…the most magnificent room I've ever seen. The entire room screamed sophistication. It looked like it'd been copied from Beauty and the Beast. I walked in and started humming the "Be my Guest" song in my head.

The room –no wait- my room was royal violet- the walls, the carpet, the bed, the canopy, wait I have a canopy? A canopy of silk and lace in different shades of purple, it was perfect. There was a wooden desk next to the door and the giant bed was spread across the middle of the room with plenty of room to spare. Next I noticed that one wall had windows, big windows, they spread from the ceiling to the floor. They had drapes of the same color and material of the canopy. In the middle of all the windows were two grand glass doors.

I rushed to the doors and opened them, they revealed a balcony. I strolled out of the doors. It was later than I had thought, standing out on the balcony revealed a majestic view. I guess our room was in a tower, which would explain all the stairs. As I looked out it seemed as if you could see every star in the sky. They all winked at you as you gaze at their beauty. The moon creates just enough light to see the outline of a chair on the balcony.

Draco must have been watching from the doorway the whole time. He sauntered over with that usual smirk on his face.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" He was surveying the sky.

Maybe it's just me but I've never heard a guy say 'beautiful', so this phrase took me by surprise. I couldn't help but whisper "Yeah." completely in awe.

"I'm going to go; you should get your pajamas on. Tomorrow's going to be a long day for you. Chéri de bonne nuit." (Goodnight darling.) He said in a soft voice.

I watched him leave then took one last glance at the night's sky and walked to my wardrobe, it seemed all my clothes had been put away for me. I found my new robes with the eagle embroidered in the corner. I traced my finger along its back. Why did something so juvenile make people enemies?

I found a nice pair of silky pajamas and slid into them. I laid down; It'd been a long day. My heavy eyelids slid shut as I thought about the day and the people. I drifted off into my own wonderland.

End Flashback

"Where you good in school meaning good grades, nice to teachers other students?" he really didn't miss any subject did he?

I clicked my tongue I did this when I'm nervous, "I guess you could say I wasn't an 'angel child' nor a 'devil child'. Maybe somewhere inbetween?"

Flashback

I woke. I looked at the clock and noticed it blinking 6:25. I lie back down to try and get more sleep. Okay… one more check on the clock won't hurt, 6:26. It's mocking me, I swear.

I felt a cool breeze on my face and noticed I left the doors open all night. I heard the sound of birds tweeting outside. Normally a sweet tune, but at this early in the morning I would call it 'obnoxiously annoying'. Now I defiantly couldn't get to sleep.

I swung my feet of the bed, I could get a shower in before anyone else woke up, and maybe wait for someone to show me breakfast and my classes. Yeah, that sounds good. I grabbed a towel from my wardrobe, closed the balcony doors and descended down the stairs to the bathroom.

I heard water running inside; would anyone actually wake up this early voluntarily? I knocked just in case it was my mind imagining things. I heard a voice inside yell 'Just a minute'. Hmmm…

I wasn't sure how long it would take for the person to finish so I grabbed a leather binded book from the nearest bookshelf. I might call myself a bookworm, but you can't tell me it isn't a good way to pass time. I loved getting caught in a good book and daydreaming about it all day until you're able to go and read the next chapter. That was the life.

A few moments after I finished chapter one I heard the door open. I glanced up but just long enough to see what the sound was. After reading one last chapter I realized what I had just seen. Slowly I reared my head back up for a second glance. Just as I had thought there was Draco in a towel gathering his things from around the bathroom.

"You can go ahead if you'd like." He wasn't looking toward me but I knew he was talking to me.

I gawked (some more) as I nodded. The school I had gone to was co-ed, yes but girls and boys never shared dorms, nor common rooms. At my old school I was focused on grades, I wanted to prove to my foster parents that I was trying my hardest. I didn't let the boys interfere with my studies, not that I didn't have any boys who had crushes on me.

I stumbled into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. My golden brown hair framed my face. A little messy from the sleep, but I would get over it. It was thick yet flowed whatever direction the wind blew. My eyes weren't an odd and unusual color and they weren't some shocking blue. They were rich dark brown; I've been told many times that they almost blended in with the black pupil.

I glanced sideways in the mirror and noticed Draco staring at me. He quickly looked away and gathered the rest of his things as he rushed out.

I took a long, hot shower, the best kind of all. I wondered what me and Draco had, was it a friendship? I doubted it since I had only known him for about a day now.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I gathered my clothes from the ground and began upstairs to get ready. As I walked out of the bathroom a cold breeze chilled my body and I ran upstairs.

I took out my uniform and said I quick spell to dry myself off. My hair was dried into a frizzy mess, as usual. I found a book that I used every morning to get my hair to its presentable self and said a few more spells to get it untangled and less frizzy. It dried into loose waves that were just under my shoulders, the perfect length to manage.

I walked to the common room; it was still a bit early to go to breakfast. The first day of school, I took out my schedule as I cantered down the stairs. First it seemed I had Potions with Slytherin, taught by the one-and-only Professor Snape. I had met him a few times over the summer, I guess you could say he wasn't the most charming teacher ever, but over-all he wasn't the worst.

"How's your schedule?" My head flew up to only notice Draco sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. He was reading, I hadn't noticed him.

"Few with Hufflepuff, few with slytherin, and some with Gryffindor." I sat down on the couch, surveying the schedule once again.

"That sucks, I mean the Gryffindor part."

"I don't mind I guess." I glanced up at Draco he still seemed a big shocked about me not caring for a class with Gryffindor. Once he noticed me staring back he quickly shook his head, with a disapproving look on it, and went back to his book.

I watched the fire sway and dance and sighed as I realized this is my life. Not just some temporary dream that would go away as soon as I wake, no, this was permanent.

"Are you okay?" Draco must have been watching me.

"Yeah, I suppose."

He didn't seem content with my answer, but soon realized that I didn't want to talk about it. He dropped the topic as he came and sat by me on the couch.

"You know were going to be here for the rest of the year. So we better get comfortable with talking to each other." This wasn't the same Draco who came into the common room yesterday and interrupted the conversation, he seemed different. He wasn't as haughty; he treated me as an equal.

I forced a tight-lipped smile. I could tell he was expecting an answer, but I didn't have one so I decided to ask a question that has been faltering in my mind for quite some time. "Why don't you along with Gryffindors?"

"Well, it all started with Salazar Slytherin and G…" He explained the history of the feud. It seemed silly that a feud would last this long. "And that's where our age comes in, people consider Slytherin the bad guys and Gryffindor the good ones, naturally bad and good don't get along. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are the go betweens. They don't normally take sides. Or if they do it's usually with the Gryffindors" he scoffed.

"That's stupid." I mumbled and Draco shrugged. I heard Harry and Hermione arguing as they walked toward the exit. They turned their heads as they passed the opening to the common room I was in and waved, then continued their argument walking out the door.

I watched as Draco got up and moved toward the door, I stayed sitting, thinking (not one of my most skillful past times).

A/N - Once again I hope you like it and I would be much obliged if you would review. Good or bad, I want all of it.