CHAPTER13

"MALFOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM!"

"GRANGER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM!"

They both yelled at the same time.

Draco was the first to come to his nasty common Slytherin sense. He smirked as usual but more evilly this time.

"First of all, Granger," he began coldly, "THIS is my bathroom and this is my room. And it is I who must be asking you what business you have in MY bathroom. Well?"

"You are totally out of your freaking mind!" said Hermione, not fully recovering from the shock of seeing Malfoy naked in her bathtub, even though he wasn't fully naked. It was a bubble bath so he was covered with white foam.

Before she could say anything, Draco interrupted her, "Watch the words, Granger, watch the words…"

"This is my room so get the hell out of here!" she yelled, losing her temper. "And what are you even doing here?"

"Easy, Granger", said Malfoy coldly, "maybe it would be more appropriate if you leave the bathroom for sometime…"

"I am not gonna leave MY bathroom, I am staying right where I am!" Hermione interrupted.

"Isn't she suppose to be smart or something", thought Draco to himself. Aloud he said, "I thought we could… mm… talk about what you are doing in my room…"

"It's mine!" Hermione said stubbornly.

"Whatever… if you interrupt me every time I am trying to make a point, we will be sitting here till the end of the summer", Malfoy was too on the verge of loosing his temper. "Argh… maybe she looks better now but she is still a stupid mudblood", he thought.

"Ok, say what you want and get out!" said Hermione.

"What I am trying to say is could you please walk out of the bathroom…"

"I am not going anywhere! This is my room!" yelled Hermione.

"…because I want to get out of the water and dress", Draco continued, ignoring what she had just said.

Hermione looked like she wanted to protest to that as well but the meaning of Malfoy's word sunk into her mind and all she could say was simply, "…Oh…"

Draco smirked, "Of course, I know that I am irresistible and you can't get enough of me but for your own sake, Granger (since when I am thinking of her sake?), so you won't then ran around and cry for me, just walk out…"

"Aaargh! I hate you!" And with that she stormed out of the bathroom. Hermione was furious. How could he stay so witty and self confident when he is naked, wet and in HER bathroom?

Draco laughed, "And I love you too". Draco shuddered. "And why did I just say that?" he thought.

The room that Hermione went into was dark as five minutes before. Diagon Alley was hidden from London in twisted streets; so there were no lights seen from the street lamps of "the big city". But Hermione didn't feel like switching on the lamps. Dark kept her mind at peace. It helped her to calm down a bit and think properly what she should say to Malfoy.

Finally Draco went out of the bathroom. He approached the table lamp and switched it on. The room filled with warm light. Hermione gasped when she saw that this room had a different color design than her room.

"Do you see now that this is my room, Granger?" asked Draco. He knew that she already understood that and he knew that the stupid question would annoy her. It did but not as much as Malfoy expected.

"And now I would kindly ask you to leave my room at once", he said with a tone of voice that could freeze Sahara.

"I'll be mostly glad to", said Hermione in a shrill voice, which showed how annoyed she was both with Malfoy and her embarrassing mistake. She went to the door, opened it and looked up at the number. Indeed it wasn't 12, it was 13.

"Hm! How typical", she said taking a glance at Malfoy, to make sure he was watching her, and then at the number again. She couldn't leave the last word for the person she hated since her first year.

But still one question was bugging her and she dared to say it out loud, "but how…?"

Malfoy didn't say anything; he just gave her one more icy smirk that indicated that he knew something and slammed the door shut in front of her face. For a moment Hermione stood still. But then she sharply turned around, glanced at the golden number 12 on her door, opened it and went in, trying to slam the door harder than Malfoy. But still that didn't make Hermione feel any better; she still felt that the last word was said by him and his stupid smirk.

"First round, zero-one, but wait, Malfoy, I'll get to you, oh, I'll, be sure…"