1A/n: sorry if any of you are confused, I'm hoping to clear some things up in this chapter. Please read and review!

After Professor McGonagall had showed Draco and Hermione to their dorms and repeated the password, for Draco's sake, (how could Hermione forget!), she left them standing silently together.

Hermione said the password, "Never Again," and Draco shoved her out of the way again, walking into the room ahead of her.

Thank goodness I'm not a Malfoy, she thought. I don't know if I could stand all the strutting and sneering. Or maybe I'd get used to it. Maybe Draco didn't want to act like he does. Maybe he was just taught like that.

Luckily, when Hermione entered the dorms, Draco had already shut himself away in his room.

Hermione thought the Common Room was beautiful. Two walls were Slytherin silver, and two walls were Gryffindor gold. There was one desk in one corner of the room, and another one in the opposite corner.

One's chair was gold, and the other's was silver. Nearly everything was colored, you could easily tell what was Draco's from what was Hermione's.

There were two hallways and a door that lead away from the Common Room. Hermione decided to go through the door first.

Draco was in his silk, silver bed, surrounded by forest green walls. Above his bed, a silver snake was painted with the name Draco Malfoy, written in script under it.

He didn't want to be holed up with Granger. He wanted to be back in the Slytherin dorms with Crabbe, Goyle, and Nott. Stupid dorms.

Hermione now explored what she found to be the bathroom she and Draco would have to share.

There was only one toilet, one shower, and one sink.

Ew, Hermione thought. I have to share a shower with him. Thank goodness we'll never have to shower at the same time. I hope.

Draco didn't want to explore. Granger would do enough exploring for the both of them. He was certain of that. He'd learn where everything was as he went along.

Hermione walked down the hallway that branched off to the left. She hoped this wasn't the hallway that lead to Malfoy's room.

Luckily for her, there was a name plate on the door that read, Hermione Granger. She opened the door and gasped.

It's beautiful! Was her first reaction.

The bed was covered in thick, scarlet, silk sheets and comforters. Her walls were gold and her curtains were scarlet. Above the bed a gold, Gryffindor lion was painted, and the name Hermione Granger was scripted under it.

She opened the scarlet curtains and looked out the window on the west wall. Oh, how pretty, her thoughts exclaimed. The sun was setting over the lake, and the Giant Squid was swimming slowly by the shore.

Once Hermione had finished unpacking her belongings into the chestnut bureau in the corner, and went to check on Malfoy, something she knew she probably shouldn't do.

She was surprised. Draco had already unpacked and was asleep on his bed. She felt uncomfortable being present where Draco was sleeping, so she stepped out of the forest green room and into the green carpeted corridor.

Actually, Draco hadn't been asleep. He had only pretended to be when her heard footsteps coming down the hall that could only be Granger's. He was glad she hadn't stayed. He didn't want anyone's company, much less a mudblood's.

Hermione retreated to her room after leaving Draco's. She didn't think it was possible for anyone to fall asleep as fast as Draco had, but, she supposed, it could happen.

Hermione dug her CD player out of her backpack and found her favorite CD, Weezer. . Hermione's mom had given to her for Christmas last year. It was one of the only muggle things that she had brought to Hogwarts.

A lot of people thought Hermione was the kind of person who only listened to gospel music and did no wrong. Well, they were all wrong. Hermione like Weezer, Fall Out Boy, and Green Day. Hard rock bands.

Hermione fell asleep five minutes later, Beverly Hills blasting in her ears while Draco lay awake in his bed across the dorms.

Draco wasn't even half-way tired. In fact, he had been more tired on the Hogwarts Express than he was now. He was wondering why Granger had come in his room, but most of all why he pretended to be asleep. He could've just yelled at her, and she'd have gone. But no, he'd faked sleep.

Whatever, Draco finally thought. He had been thinking for an hour and a half, he was worn out now.

Draco's head hit the pillow and sleep took him over immediately.