A/N: Hah alright, well, Camille convince me to put this chappy up even before anyone (except her...) had reviewed. She says people like to have more to read, which is what I usually like, so here we go xD Oh and Camille also had something to say...
From Camille (my Beta): Hi people, I'm The Beta. If you are reading this- please take time to review, we accept criticism. And also, the password "Hentai Dragon" was somewhat my idea...well...the 'hentai' part was, in honor of my favorite lecheros monk from my obsession Inuyasha. Weell....Thais will tell you what it means...eventually. Byee!
Chapter 2: Hentai Dragon and a Bar of Soap
Hermione, with Draco just behind, met up with Dumbledore outside the Great Hall, who stood in his midnight blue robes, his light blue eyes twinkling merrily behind half moon spectacles. Some students were already leaving the Hall and were heading to their dormitories.
"Ah, Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy, please do follow me," Dumbledore said to the two, as he turned to head up a staircase to the left. Draco and Hermione followed without so much as throwing a glance the others way.
In a few moments, the group arrived at a painting of a rather large lady who resembled the Fat Lady, only wearing a blue dress.
"Professor, is that the Fat Lady's—" Hermione began to say, but was cut off.
"Sister? Why, yes, yes it is," Dumbledore replied.
The portrait turned to look at the group and said sullenly, "Password?"
Dumbledore turned to Hermione. "Head Girl gets to choose," he told her.
Hermione thought for a moment, then smiled to herself and said, "Hentai Dragon."
Dumbledore cleared his throat, stifling laughter and failing miserably, while Draco stood confused.
"Well, I assume you will find that everything accommodates the two of you," Dumbledore finally said. "If you need anything, please feel free to see me in my office. Good evening," he added, and with that, left the two. Hermione could've sworn she heard him mutter something about her choosing quite an interesting password.
As soon as the portrait swung open and the two stepped in, Draco exclaimed, "What the fuck does that mean?"
Hermione turned to face him and smiled sweetly. "Just what you are," she smiled, then turned away.
But all thoughts quickly vanished as she looked around the room in awe. The common room must have been just as large as a normal house common room, and was decorated in scarlet, gold, silver, and green (the Head's respective houses). There were two fireplaces, one on each side, and a few sofas scattered around. Two desk-size tables sat near a very large, floor-to-ceiling length window, which had plush scarlet curtains tied at the sides. The view was beyond words; a clear, full moon, illuminating the sky, was visible just above the immense lake, which beheld it's reflection beautifully.
To the left stood a door with the Gryffindor symbol on it; Hermione supposed that was her room. A similar door stood to the right, bearing the Slytherin emblem. Draco disappeared through the door, as did Hermione.
The common room came in second place compared to her actual bedroom. White plush carpet served as floor covering, and everything else was adorned with crimson and gold, Gryffindor's colors. In the center of the large room stood a four poster canopy bed with a scarlet canopy, scarlet silk sheets, and gold pillows bearing the Gryffindor emblem. A set of French doors led out to a balcony, with an equally beautiful view. Near it stood her very own mahogany wood desk, with a rather large bookshelf behind it. Off to the right of where her bed was stood a rather large vanity, complete with mirror and bench. At the foot of her bed were all her trunks and other luggage, which had already been brought up.
Completely amazed by the beautiful room, she took out a pair of pajamas and headed through a door, which led to the bathroom. Upon entering, she nearly dropped what she was holding. The entire bathroom was covered in black and white marble. Directly in front of her stood a long counter with a large mirror completely covering the wall. Off to the left was a shower, which consisted of four showerheads, each attached to a different side of the wall. To the right was a very large tub, much like the ones in the prefect's bathroom. Silver faucets were lined up on the edge of the tub, each one for a different gel or bubble.
She placed her clothes on the counter and was just about ready to enter the shower when Draco burst in from another door, shirtless. Apparently, they shared the bathroom.
Hermione caught herself staring at his toned chest and quickly turned away.
"Careful mudblood, you may get too addicted," Draco drawled pompously.
Hermione looked around and picked up the first object she saw: a bar of soap.
"Don't call me that!" she warned, chucking the bar of soap at him. He casually moved aside, as the bar hit the door instead. He chuckled lightly, sending Hermione storming back to her room.
"Women, so easily angered," he mumbled to himself, grinning.
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The next morning, Draco awoke to the sun's rays shining through the
window. Clad in only his dark green boxers, he headed toward the
bathroom, somewhat relieved to find that it was empty. He quickly
showered, changed into his robes, and fixed his hair. Upon entering
the common room, he found Hermione already dressed and ready for
classes, who was now comfortably adjusted on one of the couches, and
deeply concentrated on her book. She looked up when she heard Draco
come in.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she spat coldly.
"That cat must have good taste then, mustn't it?" Draco replied haughtily.
Hermione rolled her eyes in utter annoyance and put away her book. She picked up her bag and exited through the portrait.
"Nice legs by the way," Draco called after her.
'Wait, what the bloody hell did I just say?'
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Hermione plopped down at the Gryffindor Table, and was soon joined by Ron, Harry, and Ginny.
"Good morning," she greeted the group.
"How's ferret boy been treating you?" Ginny asked, serving herself some toast.
"Ah, you know, as expected, a natural ass," Hermione replied, forking a piece of sausage.
"Well, if he becomes too much trouble, just—" Harry began to say, but was cut off by Hermione.
"Yes, yes, I know, come to you," Hermione said.
After a while of chatting and consuming breakfast, the trio began to pack up for their first class. Hermione passed by Seamus on her way out, who greeted her with a rather stupid smile on his face.
"G-good morning, H-Hermione," he stuttered nervously. "Y-you look l-lovely today."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and smiled at him. "Thanks Seamus, that's very sweet of you."
Ginny attempted to hold back a giggle as the group exited the Great Hall.
"What!" Hermione demanded of the red-headed girl.
"Well, everyone's been saying since like, the end of last year, that Seamus fancies you!" Ginny said.
Hermione rolled her eyes, this time in a not so serious or annoyed way.
"Well, I will admit that he isn't that bad," Hermione said reluctantly.
Ginny smiled at her friend, as they parted and headed off to class.
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Draco walked along the corridors toward the Potions dungeons, accompanied by his two rather dumb cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Running up behind them came Pansy Parkinson, also known as the Slytherin slut.
"Ohh Drakie-Poo, good morning!" she said with saccharine sweetness and a voice so high it hurt Draco's ears.
"Pansy, sod off," Draco said, obviously annoyed.
Pansy, who looked quite confused, just shrugged and strutted off to class.
Draco strode into the Potions room, wearing his usual bored expression. He headed toward the back of the class, momentarily exchanging a glance with Hermione, who quickly turned away.
"Settle down," drawled Snape, as the class began.
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A/N: HAHA now you have to review. Or I might post the third chappy, THEN YOU REALLY HAVE TO REVIEW. Or I'll bite you. Mrawr. :)