Sorry it took so long for me to write, well, type rather. I've been distracted……SHINY! Umm, thanks for reading.
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After helping Hagrid with the First Years, Hermione took her place at the Gryffindor table. "There you are! We were wondering where you got off to!" Ron exclaimed as she sat down. "Yeah, we were beginning to think you weren't coming or something," Harry added. Hermione laughed nervously, "Oh! I'm fine, really. Head Girl stuff, you know." Harry looked at her seriously. "Are you okay, Hermione?" he asked. Hermione looked down at her plate. "I-I'm fine, really. I've already told you," she whispered. "Yeah, but, we know about your dad," Ron added. Tears began to blur her sight. "I suppose you didn't hear about my mum? I don't want either of you to pity me," she sobbed. "What? What happened to your mum?" Harry asked. Hermione jumped up from the table and stormed off. She couldn't bear to speak of it. Professor McGonagall's voice stopped her, however, outside the Great Hall. "Miss Granger? It's time for me to show you and Mr. Malfoy to your rooms. Won't you join us?" Hermione willed the tears away and turned to face McGonagall and a very curious-looking Draco. "Of course! I was just going to..to find you!" she said nervously. "Very well, follow me now, the both of you," McGonagall said, turning abruptly towards the staircase.
Hermione followed Draco and McGonagall up several flights of stairs. Finally, they turned down a side hall and arrived at a painting of a blue sea dragon. "Password," the dragon growled. "Torture Chamber," McGonagall said abruptly. The dragon, leering, said, "Correct." The painting swung open and McGonagall stepped through the portrait hole. "Professor Snape set the password, so don't look at me like that. You can change it as you will. Now, Mr. Malfoy, your room is on the right. Miss Granger on the left. The restroom is at the top of that staircase," she pointed to each room as she gave directions. "You will find that your belongings have been put in your chambers. Only two guests at a time, for each of you. Now, I bid you goodnight," she finished, leaving as abruptly as she had entered. Hermione looked around at her new surroundings. The common room was a bit larger than the Gryffindor's. There were bookshelves full of reference books hanging above the lit fireplace. Two sofas and four recliners were set about the place. The main staircase apparently led to their bedrooms. It was a lovely sight. She glanced at Draco to see if he was doing the same as she. He, however, was looking at her. "Do you like it?" she asked nervously. He grinned slyly, "Oh yes. Very much so." She went up the stairs nervously. Her room was HUGE! Her four poster king bed was decked out in a deep crimson, lined with gold-coloured thread. Her curtains leading out to what appeared to be a balcony were the same colour crimson. She had so much stuff! And all for her personal use. She glanced across the hall a little way at Draco's room, which he was now inspecting. It matched hers, only in deep emerald green and silver. "Well, Granger, not bad, eh?" he said behind her. Why is he acting as if nothing happened between us? As if he read her thoughts he said, "You aren't a bad kisser, Granger. If you want, you can share my bed." Hermione shook her head violently. "Are you mad? You act as if we've been lovers in the past. I wouldn't share your bed if I were a starving dog on the cold streets of France," she said icily. He smiled at her. "Suit yourself, Mudblood. You'll have a change in heart soon..very soon." And with that he went into his room and shut the door. I won't be sleeping tonight.
Thanks for reading! Hope you liked..if not..oh fucking well.
