Chapter II
When I got off the train at Hogwarts, I immediately saw Harry and Ron. I ran up to them, trying to look annoyed at something.
"Hey, what's wrong Hermione," Harry asked when I caught up with him and Ron.
"Malfoy is head-boy! Talk about torture," I said trying to sound angry. Really, this wouldn't be that bad. Malfoy had promised to be nice when it was just us. What did I have to worry about?
The feast went as usual, sorting, food, then up to our common rooms. Since I didn't know where mine was I said good-bye to my fellow Gryffindors and waited for the Great Hall to clear out.
Soon Professor McGonagall called Malfoy and I up to the teacher's table.
"I will be showing you where your common room is. Follow me," Professor McGonagall was soon off at a fast pace through the tables and out of the Great Hall. She walked up some large stairs, down a hall, up more stairs, through another hall and finally we stopped in front a large painting of a girl and a boy. Both were dressed in robes (the girl's were blood red and the boy's were a deep forest green). They were both holding wands and parchment.
"Password," the boy asked, his voice was deep, showing he was around 17.
"Excellent Student," Professor McGonagall replied. The portrait swung forward, revealing a beautifully furnished common room. "Your rooms are up the stairs, you will be able to figure out which one is which. I must go now." With that, Professor McGonagall sped down the hall and out of site.
"Ladies first," Malfoy said. I could get used to this, I thought as I walked into the common room and surveyed it. There was a blazing fire in the hearth in the hearth and two squishy armchairs in front of it, one green and one red. There was also a good sized wooden table with a couple chairs around it on the other side oh the room.
"Wow," I said looking around; this was a perfect common room for me. There weren't to many armchairs cluttering it and a perfect sized table for me to spread all my books out on.
"Lets go upstairs, see our rooms," Malfoy said. As he walked forward, his shoulder brushed mine and I felt a surge of excitement. Why was I getting so excited? I shook my head as if to clear my mind and followed Malfoy up the stairs. At the top was a small landing, to the left was a green door and to the right was a red one. Remembering the robe colors on the portrait, I guessed I was supposed to choose the red door. I opened the door and looked around quickly; there was a desk, a nice dresser, and a canopy bed. The whole room was red, carpet, walls, and sheets.
"I bet we can't go into each other's rooms," Malfoy said.
"Want to test that," I asked.
"Sure," Malfoy tried to go into my room but couldn't. It seemed there was a wall there. I tried to go into Malfoy's room (which was all green) and could.
"Why is that," Malfoy asked.
"I would think you would have read Hogwarts, a History! They thought girls are more trust worthy," I explained.
"Oh," Malfoy said.
"Well, I am going to catch up on my reading," I said grabbing a book from my trunk in my new room.
"My thoughts exactly," Malfoy said.
I lead the way down the stairs. When we reached the common room I noticed a green and red stripped arm love seat. I sat on this, hoping Malfoy would do the same; he did. My heart raced as I tried to concentrate on reading but I couldn't. So finally I just stared at my book.
Malfoy seemed unaffected by our closeness; he kept reading until I couldn't stand it any longer. I got up and went to bed. The suspense was killing my nerves.
I fell asleep easily because the mattress was so comfortable.
I woke up early, got up, got ready, and walked down the stairs. Malfoy was waiting.
"As soon as we get down stairs, I have to be mean again," Malfoy told me as he looked up at me with those amazing green eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," I replied, trying not to stare at his eyes to long.
We started down toward the Great Hall for breakfast. When we got there, Malfoy went to the Slytherin table and I headed toward the Gryffindor table. I sat down across from Harry and Ron who both looked worried.
"You two didn't kill each other, did you," Harry asked, concerned.
"I don't even want to talk about it," I replied. This would be simple, I thought to myself.
"Right," Ron replied, shoveling egg down his throat.
I ate quickly, eager to get to class. The last class I had was Potions, which was ok because we had that with Slytherin. The class wouldn't exactly be fun but afterward, I could walk back to the common room with Draco.
For these reasons, my spirits were high as I walked into Snape's classroom in the dungeon. My soaring spirits were tested as the class progressed but soared again when Snape let us go.
A large crowd emerged from the dungeon but slowly lessened as some students went this way and that. Eventually it was just Draco and I. We walked side-by-side until we reached the portrait, Draco said the password and we entered.
"Do you have much homework," Draco asked.
"Only the essay Snape gave us about the uses of frog eyes," I replied.
"Me too, shall we get started?"
"We need books from the library."
"No, I think we have our own library," Draco said as he pointed to shelves of books I hadn't noticed.
"Wow," I said, again amazed at my new common room.
Soon we both were absorbed in writing our essays; we sat right next to each other since we were using the same books. Draco was to my left and I soon realized he was left handed because my left hand and his right kept brushing one another. Each time I felt a surge of excitement.
Why was I feeling like this? Would I just forget all the times Draco had been terrible to Harry, Ron, and I? How could Draco forget all that? Thinking about all this made me realize something, if Draco was really mean hearted, then he wouldn't care about exhausting himself insulting me, he would just be mean.
I tried to form all these thoughts into a question that wasn't to prying but couldn't. I decided instead to go visit Harry and Ron.
"I am going to the Gryffindor common room. I'll see you after supper," I said to Draco. I rolled up the parchment I was using, put it in my room, ran back through the common room, and was soon racing down a hallway toward the Gryffindor Tower.
I never got there. As I was waving to a fellow Prefect, I ran into a body. We both ended up on the ground.
"Sorry," I said looking up at who I ran into, Ron.
"It's ok, I was just going to find you anyways," Ron replied looking nervous.
"Is something wrong? You look..."
"I'm fine. Could I talk to you in private," Ron asked, grabbing my hand and pulling me up and into an empty classroom.
"Ok, I know something is wrong. What is it? Is it Harry? What happened," I asked Ron, trying to catch his eyes.
"Nothing is wrong! I already told you that," Ron sounded annoyed.
"Then what is it?"
"There is a Hogsmeade trip at the end of the month," Ron said.
"I knew that," I replied, still attempting to catch his eyes with no success.
"Will you go with me?"
"What? Of course I'll go with you; who am I supposed to go with, Malfoy?"
"No I mean like a date," Ron said, still not looking me in the eye.
"Oh," I replied, at a loss for words.
Ron wanted to go on a date with me, but I had always just considered him as a friend. Draco was also seeming more appealing. But if I refused, there would be no excuse that I could tell him. He would stop talking to me and I couldn't bare that. I had to accept.
"Sure," I said, smiling.
"Really, you'll go," Ron asked.
"Yeah," I replied. I didn't want to spend anymore time alone with Ron, it was to weird like this. "I think it's time to eat, let's go."
We walked silently down to the Great Hall. When we got there, many people were already there eating. We made our way toward the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Harry and Ginny.
"Hey," Ron grinned at Harry, who grinned back. Harry's hand was over Ginny's, and by putting two and two together, I figured a similar scene to mine and Ron's happened with Harry and Ginny today.
I ate quickly and excused myself. I walked up to my common room and went right to bed. This day was too weird. First Draco and I study together, then Ron asks me to on a date with him. Then I figured Harry asked Ginny on a date.