Disclaimer: I really wish I could own this stuff. I would feel all fuzzy inside.

A/N: I'm really sorry for not updating in like GDknowswhen. But, yeah. My brain went on to bigger and better things. My friends made me make stories on them and all this other junk, which by the way, I'm not even done with. But, thank you guys.

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The room was spectacularly set up. Hermione's jaw dropped, but Draco's was in his famous smirk. He was use to things of this sort.

"Never been in such luxury, eh Granger?"

She suddenly closed her mouth and scowled at Malfoy.

There was an entrance hall of their own in their common room. Leading them was a long, lush carpet embroidered in the Slytherin and Gryffindor colors. It had 3 forks in it, one heading to two of their dorms and one leading to the bathroom that they shared.

On Hermione's dormitory door it said in red and gold with a lion in the corner of her door:

Hermione Granger

7th Year Head Girl
Gryffindor

Also on Draco's dormitory door it said in green and silver with a snake in the middle of his door:

Draco Malfoy

7th Year Head Boy
Slytherin

Hermione's POV

Hermione headed to her dormitory room door and stood there looking at it for what seemed like years. Eventually she shook her head and opened her door to reveal a room so gorgeous that she couldn't believe it was hers. The room had a queen sized four-poster bed lined with black. The bedding was red and gold with a lion or two on it. She smiled at the sight of it. In the corner she had her own desk for doing work, complete with all her supplies that she had bought down in Diagon Alley.

She turned around to look at another corner in the room to find a beautiful bookcase with the books that she loved, even the ones that she was planning on getting at Diagon Alley, but was unable to get because of time. She smiled and rushed towards it, picking up her favorite of them all –Hogwarts, A History-- she put it down after a couple of minutes and finally walked towards her closet. It was a walk in closet that was almost as big as her own room at home, which was fairly big. She smiled and walked out of her dormitory room sitting down in the common room that she would finally call 'Home'.

Draco's POV

Draco rolled his eyes and walked over to his dormitory door; he saw the snake and smirked. He opened the door to also reveal the same aspects as Hermione's room did, except that his bed was black, with obviously a green and silver color with one or two snakes here and there. He didn't seem very…amused. But he liked it, better than his old dormitory rooms that he had to share with his goons Crabbe and Goyle.

Apart from that he thought that nothing could ruin his day…but Granger. "Why do we have to share a common room for? This is ridiculous; she's a fuckin' mudblood and I a pureblood. We don't sleep in the same dormitories…ever!" he thought to himself. "Ugh, whatever. Let me get out of here." And he walked out of his room towards the common room where Hermione was already sitting reading a book.

Hermione heard Draco's footsteps and said out loud out of nowhere –"McGonagall, just left she said for us to get along. As if that's ever going to happen," said Hermione under her breath.

Draco stared at her long and hard and sneered for he had heard her and walked into the kitchen that they had. The kitchen was beautiful. Obviously with its own sink, stove, ovens, and all the other appliances they needed for daily use or whatnot. On the kitchen table was a note, Draco walked over to it and picked it up.

Dear Head Boy and Girl,

This is your year to shine. Strange place for a note, I know. But I was just seeing if any of you would notice this room, at all.
Ah, anyway this is your kitchen for daily use if you wish. You may still head down to the Great Hall for meals, but so that both of you can get along, I don't want either of you heading down there for the first month. Yes, I said month. No ands, buts, or ors. I want you two to get along for as long as it takes to.

Also, have a nice year here in your own dorm. We hope you have a great year. Goodnight.

Yours truly,
Headmaster

"Oh how nice. What fucking bullshit." Rolling the paper up, he laid it back down on the table and walked out of the kitchen and out of the common room.

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