She slowly closed her Hogwarts: A History. The Gryffindor common room was deserted. Everyone had gone up to bed. She glanced at the old fashioned clock on the wall. 1 am... The fire was kindling brightly and no movement was in sight. Harry and Ronald went to bed just a few hours ago. Ugh…Ron... She thought. Yes, they were still together. But she didn't know how much longer she could stand it. Sure she liked him, but, his constant drooling was just disturbing. That and he had NO idea what he was doing. Kissing was a disaster with him. Thanks to Lavender. That girl didn't know how to kiss if someone gave her lessons for 10 years. She knew, due to a truth or dare game played earlier during the year. Hermione gave a small shudder. She slowly reached up for the chopsticks holding her hair and pulled it out slowly, letting her loosely curled hair cascade down her back. She slowly sat up in the dark red couch she was occupying and stood on her feet on the chair. She sighed. The floors became freezing cold during the late hours. She slowly placed her delicate foot down on the stone floor. A set of shivers shot threw her body. Reminding her of the feeling of being in prefect bathrooms…

She slowly entered the pre-drew bath. No one had answered her calls for 10 minutes. She figured someone just forgot to undo the bath. She felt the warmth of the water spread threw her. She submerged her whole body under and began to swim around the pool-sized bath. Doing a couple of laps she went to one of the edges to grab her vanilla scent shampoo. She put it on her hair and slowly began to lather. She rinsed out her hair and began to swim around again. She went underwater and opened her eyes. Nothing. The water had changed so that it was foggy. Slowly she came back to the surface to grab her conditioner. She looked around and noticed she was not in the right place. A forest was to her right while a never ending ocean was all around her. She saw two figures bickering in the vast darkness.
"SHUT UP!" a male voice screamed.

"YOU IDIOT! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN AVOID THE DARK MASTER!" a high pitched female voice screamed back.
"YOU CAN'T HAVE HRE! SHE IS MINE!" the male screamed.
"SHE IS THE DARK MASTERS! NOT YOURS!"
"GRANGER!"

"GRANGER WAKE UP!" a voice screamed at her. Hermione slowly coughed up the water that was in her lungs. Her eyes shot open. There stood a very wet Draco Malfoy in a towel. She quickly pushed him off her and grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her naked body. He quirked an eyebrow at her and the Malfoy Smirk invaded his wet features.
"Not much to look at anyway." He said chuckling. Glaring at him she pushed him into the water while grabbing her stuff and heading back to her dormitories.

"That bitch." Hermione muttered. She jumped off the couch and headed for her room to attempt sleep. She would get him back tomorrow anyway.