The Head Common Room was beautiful, to say the least. The bleak stone walls of the castle had been covered in enormous tapestries depicting various scenes in Hogwarts' history. Hermione dropped her bag near the desk with Head Girl engraved upon it, as she circled the room, her eyes trained on the walls. Across from the door was a large window, with a magnificent view of Hogwarts' Lake. A small balcony lay just outside, beckoning her to enjoy the view. Instead, she looked around at the walls. Wherever the tapestries were absent, large bookcases rose up to the ceiling, holding all of the textbooks used in all of the classes offered at the prestigious school. Plaques holding swords with names engraved upon them adorned tiny spaces of stone that peeked out from between the tapestries and bookshelves. As Hermione turned around, admiring the large ornate staircases that led to the Head Boy and Girl dorms, she suddenly bumped into something behind her; or rather, someone. Startled, she whipped around, coming face to face with Draco Malfoy. Her annoying counterpart had been watching her since she came in. She had completely missed him standing by one of the bookshelves, and he decided to watch her as she turned around and around admiring the Common Room.
"Like what you see?" He queried, his face carefully devoid of emotion. An affirmation was on the tip of her tongue, before she realized the double meaning behind his question. Scowling, she ignored him, and asked instead, "Why do you insist on popping up randomly everywhere. It is highly annoying!"
"Well, seeing as how both times, I have been there first, I hardly think you can complain."
He had a point, but she refused to acknowledge it. She finally took a good look at him. His robes were off, and his green and silver tie was rather loose. His hair was hanging around his face again, and he looked rather tired.
"You look rather tired, planning another murder?" She asked lightly, finally breaching the topic that had angered her so much.
"Well, if I was, I wouldn't tell you. And if I was, I wouldn't be here."
"Voldemort doesn't tell his followers much about his past, does he?" She questioned cockily, trailing her hand along the bookcase in front of her. Harry had explained all of Voldemort's history to her and Ron last year, and she was interested to see just how much Malfoy himself knew. If he was as intelligent as she thought he was…
Before she knew it, his wand was at her neck, he was standing behind her, and the side of her face was being crushed into a particularly large and nasty smelling tome. She looked up and saw his face clouded with anger, and his gray eyes shooting daggers at her.
Never one to back down, she bit out, "Can you blame me for asking?" He wrenched his wand away from her face, but didn't back away.
"I didn't kill Dumbledore, why would I change my ways for you?"
He had a point, but she was still angry. She whipped around, poking her finger in his chest. She was near tears again, and she couldn't understand why.
"You are the reason why this school is in shambles. You are the reason why Dumbledore is dead. You are the reason why Bill Weasley is a half-werewolf. If Voldemort reigns, you will be responsible. If you have a soul, you would feel guilty. But, unfortunately, you're a Death Eater." She paused, a sardonic smile on her face. "You wouldn't have a soul." With a savage push against his chest, she broke free, and ran up to her new room. It had been a trying day, and her stupid tongue had just doled her a more serious enemy.
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