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----- Chapter 11: Dungeons ----- (Draco POV)
I woke up in the morning hoping it was all just a dream. But when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was that weird talking beanbag Granger had bought for me.
The next of my five senses was my nose, something smelled funny.
I got up and walked into the bathroom. She wasn't in there, but a wet towel on the floor told me she had already taken a shower. I scratched the back of my head, ruffling up my already messy hair and looked at my watch. It was six in the bleeding morning! How she could be awake at this God-forsaken hour was beyond me. Maybe breakfast was ready.
I walked through her room which she had redone. The main colours were now bright green and soft yellow with blue walls and carpet. Weird… I continued on into the common room. There she was, sitting in the middle of the room, candles lit all around her with a stick of something that had smoke coming off of it. She was sitting in a cross-legged position and had a book on her lap. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing funny. "Granger?" I asked tentatively.
When she didn't answer, I decided to get some clothes on. I walked towards my bedroom, studying the painting that she had hung next to it, and tripped. Falling face-forward over the back of a couch, I yelled. Well, what would you have done?
I looked at the furniture for the first time that morning. It had all been arranged at odd angles, including the one that was pushed up against the door.
I walked over to Granger and bent down close to her ear, "GRANGER!" That gained me no response, so I thought back to the night before. I bent down once again and whispered softly, "Granger…"
She jumped, "WHAT?" This surprised me and, once again, I fell backwards, this time over an armchair.
She stood up laughing, "I heard you fall before, but I didn't think you would be stupid enough to fall again."
"What have you done to the common room?" I asked.
"Feng Shui," she answered simply, blowing out the candles.
"What?!" I asked, a look of confusion on my face.
"Feng Shui. The art of-"
"-paper folding?"
"No. It's where you arrange furniture, use colours, place objects, and use numbers and symbols to channel Sheng Qi towards you and benefit your well-being," she answered, walking into her brightly coloured bedroom.
"…What???" I asked, completely mystified. I followed her into her bedroom where she was putting on some robes.
"Would you like to join me for breakfast, Malfoy?"
"No I wouldn't like to," she looked at me. "Ah, alright then," I conceded. "Let me go get dressed and do my hair."
As I put on my robes, I had taken a shower the night before, I tried to think of a reason I had given in to her request. It was… like, just when she looked at me… I couldn't help it… I mean, it wasn't exactly like she had done that puppy-dog eyes thing, but I just couldn't help giving in. I continued to contemplate the mysteries of women in general while I carefully gelled my hair until every strand was firmly set in place.
"Sorry to speed bump you, Malfoy, but we have half an hour to have breakfast and get to our first classes." Hermione called from the common room.
"Coming!" I yelled. Checking my hair once more, I ran out of the bathroom. That was a mistake.
I promptly tripped over the coffee table that had been placed right in front of the bathroom door. I hit the floor hard and heard Hermione snickering. "What?!" I yelled, "Don't tell me that having a table right outside the bathroom doorway will decrease our anguish. Seeing as it INFLICTS pain."
"Actually, you're wrong, on both accounts. I just put that there so I could see you fall," she replied, walking over and helping me up.
"You sadistic women need to be locked up. I mean," I took her hand and let her help me to my feet, "us poor men have to deal with all of your mood swings and stuff. Maybe we should be able to start crying and then get angry if you don't comfort us soon enough."
"Very funny, Malfoy. Now let's GO!"
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