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Chapter Five – A Bad Breakfast and a New Kitchen

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Draco woke up in the morning and the sun peered through his window. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Draco stretched out on his back, like a cat, and sat up.

He looked at his watch. Nine-thirty-seven. He wasn't late for breakfast. He quickly grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

The common room and bathroom were emtpy, and Granger's dormitory door was closed, so he guessed she must still be asleep. After washing his face and changing, he walked lazily down to hte Great Hall for breakfast.

"So, Draco, how was your night. Cozy? Hot? Sweaty? Wil-" Draco heard a voice as he sat down, and he knew who it was, so he cut the voice off.

"Blaise, you fucking have to shut up..." Draco said, leaning his forehead on the heel of his hand.

"Just wondering, I mean, I never got a private dormitory to share with one girl." Blaise Zabini said, smiling. Draco looked around the table. Blaise was his best friend. The idiots, Crabbe and Goyle, had never been his friends. They were there just because. Well, no they weren't there just because. They were there on someone's orders. His father's orders. Lucius thought that Draco should be as close to the Death Eaters' sons as anything, but it never worked. Of course Draco walked around with Crabbe and Goyle at his heels, but he wouldn't have if he had a choice.

"Well, are you going to tell me how it was? I mean, she is practically the only one left in our year and she's conveniantly placed in your own private dormitory." Blaise sniggered.

"What the hell are you on about... Number one: My dormitory is not completely private, as Granger is there too, and number two: what the hell does that mean 'she is practically the only one left in our year'?"

"Number one, you don't have other Slytherins or Gryffindors sleeping in your room, and number two, you've fucked all of them." Blaise said, grinning, and added, "Well except for Granger."

Draco coughed and spilt the pumpkin juice he had in his mouth all over his plate, "No..."

"Yep, you have." Blaise said grinning proudly.

"I have not, I haven't even done one Gryffindor."

"You retard, yes you have, look at the Gryffindor table and tell me straight in the eye that you haven't."

Draco stood up and scanned the next table over. Indeed, everyone looked familiar, "Fine. You win. And please, stop smiling like your proud that your friend shagged almost every girl in the school."

"But I am proud that my friend shagg-"

"Shut up, you're really annoying me. I'm not really in the mood to hear how much my life sucks..." Draco said, rubbing his eyes.

"Your life sucks? What? When you've had so many good shags?" Blaise said, astounded.

"Yes! My life sucks!" Draco said, standing up and getting out of his seat, "Just because I fuck most girls, doesn't mean that I actually enjoyed being so..." Draco paused to choose a word, "bad."

Draco looked Blaise in the eye, and noticed that he looked really close to snorting, but was trying to restrain himself, "Bad?" Blaise asked.

"SHUT UP!" Draco screamed, and ran back up to his common room as fast as he could.

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He didn't know why he exploded like that, but he wasn't too proud of what he did. It didn't make him feel good on the inside. Sure, maybe it felt great for about five minutes, until it was over, and he felt like crap.

He said the password and the portrait opened. Climbing into the common room, he found Granger, standing against the right wall, her nose in a book, and her wand touching the wall.

"May I ask what you're doing?" Draco asked.

"Shush." She said simply.

Draco shrugged, and went to his dormitory and threw himself onto the bed. He kept saying to himself, "My life sucks, I'm an idiot, and I have no point in life..." He thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad if his father never existed. But then again, Draco wouldn't have existed either. And maybe that would be a good thing.

"YES! I GOT IT!" Granger's voice interrupted Draco's thoughts. He rolled his eyes, but slid off the bed, and decided to go see what caused such happiness in Granger. He opened the dormitory door and what Granger had done was very apparent. There was a new room in the common room. Well, he supposed, it wasn't really in the common room, as it was a room itself but, it was a new room.

But it wasn't just a new room, it was a kitchen. And it looked like it had appeared out of the wall Granger had had her wand up to.

"What the hell –" Draco started.

"I found it!" Granger screeched.

"Yeah, okay, I understand, now shut up and answer me for a second. What the hell is this?"

"A kitchen you idiot! And I found it."

"Really, huh, wow thanks for telling me, I wouldn't have managed on my own..." Draco mumbled but Granger didn't hear.

"Oooh! I'm so excited!"

"Granger, can you please tell me how the hell we now have a kitchen in our dormitory?" Draco asked, thoroughly confused.

"Well..." Granger started, and Draco could tell this was going to be one heck of a story...not! "When I read Hogwarts, a History the first time before we started our first year, I read that the Head Boy and Girl's dormitory had a hidden kitchen. I didn't understand what that meant at first, but I forgot about it. Then, I read it again a week after school started, and I got it! That there was a Head Boy and a Head Girl, and they had their own dormitory and the dormitory had a kitchen! But I forgot about it again, because I knew that you can't be a Head Boy or Girl until your seventh year, so I just tried to get the Head Girl badge, and I did, as you can see, but anyway, this summer, I remembered that there is a hidden kitchen, and I read Hogwarts, a History again, and it didn't give too much information so I researched how to find the secret kitchen," She pointed at the book she had been holding earlier, "And I read the pages over and over agian, until I figured it out, and I tried it, and... IT WORKED!" She cried. She ran into the kitchen and ran a hand along the cabinets and counters.

Draco walked closer to the kitchen, but didn't fully trust it, so stood ten feet away, inspecting it from a distance.

"Don't be afraid! It's only a kitchen, Draco!" Granger cried. She was so excited, that she hadn't even realized she called him Draco.

"Draco?"

"That's your name, isn't it?" Granger asked, but quickly clapped a hand over her mouth, and her eyes popped wide open, "Malfoy, It's only a kitchen, Malfoy, that's what I meant, but it came out wrong!"

"Right..." Draco said sceptically, "Well, I guess good job, though I don't know why we would ever need a kitchen, but that's okay, I'm sure you'll find a reason..."

"Fine! Go around and ruin my mood. I'm sure you wouldn't have found this!" Granger said, pointing at the floor of the kitchen.

"You're right. I wouldn't. That's why you're here." Draco said, turning around and walking back to his room.