A/N: Ok guys, here's chapter 2, I'm sorry to all those who've been waiting for it, I'm just really lazy and i just got the Sims 2 Nightlife and I really like turning my sims into vampires...Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to umm...Bridie, Rach and Mel i guess. Enjoy. And I don't own Harry potter...blah...blah...blah and all of this is mine except for the bit i stole from shakespeare (Much Ado about Nothing).
Hermione made her way into the dimly lit common room, inside it were two desks on the far side of the room, two doors which she guessed led off to her and Draco's bedrooms and a number of large arm chairs which were situated around a warm fire which every now and then, crackled and caused the glowing red sparks to spiral up into the chimney.
Hermione walked slowly into the room and looked around, she liked the cosy feel of the room and after gazing around the room, she decided to go unpack her suitcase and have a bath. Once inside her bedroom she noticed the large queen sized bed with red velvet covers that matched the curtains covering the windows, on the bed was also a letter with Hermione's name sprawled across it in traditional cursive writing.
Hermione sat down on the bed and picked up the letter, it looked quite important and she guessed it had something to do with her new duties as head girl. She opened the letter and began to read her duties, nothing that special it was mostly things like organising school functions, looking after the first years and helping out with other things. Hermione finished unpacking, grabbed her towel and headed for her bathroom.
Inside was a large bathtub which from the looks of it, was deep enough to swim in, there was also a shower and a long counter with a mirror stretching along the wall of the whole bathroom. Hermione locked the door to avoid interruption then began to undress, she complemented herself for deciding to start jogging daily because it had done wonders for her now shapely and toned body. She got into the bathtub after filling it up with hot water and lavender scented bubble bath, her muscles instantly relaxed as her skin came into contact with the water. Hermione sat in the bathtub, half asleep until the water grew cold at which point, she got out and wrapped a towel around her then went into her room. When Hermione entered her room she noticed a large bouquet of red roses propped up against her pillows on her bed, she guessed they were from Harry and immediately went to pick them up, A note was tied around the stem of one particular rose and on the note read a message from Harry, "Dear Hermione, all my love in the world. Harry."
She smiled and then conjured up a glass vase to put the flowers in, Hermione was just arranging the flowers when a voice behind her spoke,
"Gees Granger, put some clothes on before I puke!"
Hermione knew it was Malfoy straight away and turned around, still holding her towel around her tightly.
"Shut up Malfoy, there really is no point in talking seeing as no one is listening. Run along now," replied Hermione in a very 'matter-of-factly' voice. And with that Hermione slammed the door in Malfoy's face and returned to arranging flowers and getting dressed.
The next day was a Saturday so Harry, Ron and Hermione spent the day lazing around outside in the sun. At this particular moment, Ron was attempting to describe a particularly funny incident that happened the previous night about when Neville turned his head into a pumpkin. The three of them were laughing and talking about the incident until a group of girls including Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil walked past, at which time Harry completely lost interested in the groups conversation and then suddenly announced that he had to write an essay and that he would be back later.
"But Harry, we don't have any essays we need to write, and it's Saturday!" exclaimed Hermione but she got no reply and Harry just continued to walk off.
"What's he doing?" Asked Hermione.
"I have no idea," replied Ron.
A/N: I hoped you like it! Please read and review, your reviews are the only things that make me want to write stuff, without them, there is no point!