Author's Note: So guess what, kids? I decided to post my whole story here... I probably have lost all of my readers, but if anyone is to come strolling along, here it is!
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Chapter Four – Just Boxers
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When Draco was seated at the Slytherin House table an hour later, he was starving and couldn't wait to start eating. He was already holding his knife and fork and staring McGonagall, the new Headmistress, with anger in her eyes. FOOD, woman, food... shut up, and let's eat food... He kept thinking to himself.
And as he was thinking to himself that at least once she stopped talking he would be able to eat, and nothing would bother him, Proffesor Slughorn, the new Head of Slytherin House, tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Please follow me, Mr. Malfoy, I have to show you your new dormitory." Draco looked up at him and then down at his plate. He glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw Lupin, who returned as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and was now Head of Gryffindor, talking to Granger.
Draco got up from his seat, even more angry than before, and started to follow Slughorn. Draco saw Slughorn withdraw his wand from his robes and point it at him. Draco stopped in his tracks, and felt afriad, but instantly looked down at his hands as he saw the fork and knife zooming back to where Draco was sitting a few minutes before. Draco shook his head and kept on going after Slughorn, staring at his feet.
He wasn't really looking where Slughorn was taking him, but he knew it was through some complicated passageways which he couldn't care less about. All he wanted was food. Chicken breast with rice sounded nice. But of course, what about beef? Yes, he'd eat the beef, too. With salad, and talking about vegetables, he'd like some corn with butter...
"And the password is 'Cornish Pixie'. Any questions?" Slughorn asked as a portrait of a snake and a lion opened to reveal a door.
"Uh, right, uh, no, I don't really –" Draco said, confused.
"Great, if you really need me, then you can contact me, but I doubt you will, as you're Head Boy, so, I know you would like nothing more than to sleep at the moment," Slughorn said as Draco resisted from snorting, "You may go in..."
"Thank you for giving me permission to enter my own dormitory." Draco replied snidely, not understanding what the point of being shown where his dormitory was when there was a feast going on in the Great Hall.
"I must say, you do have Slytherin's wit..." Slughorn said, as he walked off and turned a corner. Draco rolled his eyes and opened the door to enter the common room.
It looked like... well, not like his Slytherin common, well not really, anyway. There was a bit of green and silver, as well as red and gold. He looked around, and as he was turning, he heard a door creak and he jumped as he saw Granger walk into the Common Room.
"Ooh, did I scare Malfoy?' Granger said.
"No." Draco replied, as he looked around and saw three doors, one said Hermione Granger on a goldent plate in handsome cursive and another said Draco Malfoy in the same handwriting. He guessed the third door was a bathroom.
"Oh, yes, of course, how could I have scared the ever so powerful, Malfoy," Granger said, walking up to Draco and staring him in the eyes, "Should I kiss your feet?"
"No, I don't think that would be necessary, thank you..." Draco said, taking a step back from Granger. He ran his hands through his hair, Granger's eyes flashed, and Draco went up to the door that said Draco Malfoy and opened it.
It looked exactly like his old dormitory in the Slytherin dungeon, except it only had one bed, and looked a little more comforting. He heard a growl, and jumped again. He exhaled when he realized that it was his own stomach.
He quickly left his room, to catch what was left of the feast.
"Where are you going?" He heard Granger say, as he put his hand on the door knob that led to the hallway.
"To the feast." Draco said, and Granger laughed.
"You idiot, food is already in here..."
Draco looked over at Granger, who was pointing at a table in the corner. It had chicken, rice, beef, corn, and pumpkin juice. He hadn't thought about what he was going to drink. He smiled as he saw everything he wanted to eat on the table about ten feet away from him. He sat down at one end of the table, and filled his large plate with everything. Granger joined him.
"If I didn't know you, and only knew the amount you ate, I'd say you were a fat pig." Granger said, as she also sat down, and stared at Draco's overflowing plate.
"Shut up." Draco said, digging into his food. Granger shrugged and filled up her plate, too. Well it wasn't what Draco would call 'fill', more like putting food on the plate just so that it was there.
Draco ate hungrily, and finished about the same time as Granger, who had about one-tenth of the food that Draco had in the first place.
"You eat slow." Draco said, getting up. Fuck, he thought, that wasn't very nice, and neither was cursing... Bad Draco...
"Oh, I'm sorry, anything else I do wrong?" Granger said, narrowing her eyes.
"No." He said quickly. Ah, great, he thought, that was not the right thing to say to an enemy, it was too nice, and it sounded like I like Granger, WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY NOT TRUE!
"No?" Granger said, aghast.
"Uh, yeah, no, I'm going to take a shower, so good night and I shall see you tomorrow, even though I seriously hope not." Draco said and thought, Is saying 'yeah, no' an oxymoron?.
He went to his room and opened one of his trunks, which was laying on his neatly made bed and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, the only thing he slept in, and a towel. He ran his hands through his hair again, and went to the bathroom.
Inside, he found a tub, the size of a swimming pool. Sinks encircled the room and two glass showers stood in the corners.
Well, that's handy, two glass, see-through showers, just in case Granger wants to take a shower at the same time I do, I'm certainly glad that there are two of them especially that they're made of glass... He thought, sarcastically.
Just as he placed his stuff on a counter and was turning on the shower tap, since he wasn't a big fan of taking baths, he heard a soft knock on the door.
"What?" Draco yelled loudly.
"I was wondering if I could see the bathroom before you started doing your thing." Granger said, and Draco laughed at the 'doing your thing comment'. He smiled to himself. Of course he was going to let her in, and he was going to take off his shirt before she came in for the effect, and take off his pants when she was already inside, so she would get angry at Draco and leave, and maybe even never return.
He took his shirt off and put it on top of his other things and said, "Suuuurrrreeee..." Very slowly. She came in and jumped when she saw that Draco wasn't wearing a shirt and shook her head as she looked around.
As her eyes circled, Draco started unzipping his fly.
"MALFOY!" Granger shouted.
"What?" Draco asked, slyly.
"DO NOT UNDRESS IN MY PRESENCE!"
"Then you shouldn't have come in when I was about to take a shower." Draco said simply, and smiled to himself.
Granger shot him a nasty look and turned around sharply and left, shutting the door loudly behind her.
Draco grinned and stripped off the rest of his clothing and stepped into the shower.
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Draco left the bathroom, holding his robes under his arm; he left his towel in the bathroom on a hook.
He heard movement on his right and found Granger turning around from staring at the bathroom door waiting for it to be vacant, in a velvet armchair, and threw her head into the palm of her hand, shaking her head.
"Can't you be a bit more covered?" Granger said.
"No, sorry, but I prefer to sleep in my boxers. It's too warm otherwise. I'm terribly sorry if that bothers you." Draco said, going towards his room and throwing his stuff into it. Granger got up to go to the bathroom. Draco glanced at his watch. It was eight p.m.. He decided to check out the shelves of books in the Common Room.
Next to the fireplace, on the left were shelves and shelves of books, waiting to be perused. Draco knew that Granger probably already read all of them, but all Draco wanted was to find a way to occupy his time, and Hogwarts a History was becoming dull...
He found a book titled Potion-Making for the Bored, smiled, and threw himself onto a sofa opposite the fire. Five minutes later, Granger emerged from the bathroom.
"That was fast..." Draco said, absentmindedly, "Is it even possible to shower that quickly?"
"No, I just changed, I take my showers in the morning, and please, go to your bedroom if your going to sit around reading in nothing but..." Granger stopped.
"But what?"
"But boxers." Granger said, "I wanted to read myself, but now, I can't because you're barely wearing anything."
"Oh, you were planning to sit on this sofa?" Draco asked, "Well, then I'll go to my room, I don't really want to sit next to you, just in case you change your mind." Draco's eyes popped open and he hit his face with his hand for being mean.
"Please don't tell me that you just slapped yourself because you said something mean to Mudblood Granger." Granger said, sarcastically.
"No, I just remembered something. Good night." Draco said, quickly, and went to his room. He threw the book on the floor and fell back onto his bed. Wow, that was great, he thought to himself.
He closed his eyes lazily, and drifted off to sleep. He was tired, and he didn't even know it...