p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"Ron's P.O.V./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"She lay on the couch where she had collapsed. All over on the floor and stairs Gryffindor's lay. Some were even snoring in their sleep. Hermione's eye lids fluttered quickly as she dreamed, and I wished I didn't have to wake her. Yawning loudly, and then stretching, I cursed falling asleep closest to the door. Dumbledore just had to assign me to trample all over the others to get a Hermione Granger who just had to fall asleep the farthest away from the portrait, before going off to her OWN dormitory. Hey, she practically didn't live hear anymore. But then Malfoy popped up in my mind's eye. Bugger, I'd chain myself to my bed before staying in the room across from Malfoy. Not to mention walking out of your room to see him, torn between wanting to punch the git, or follow Dumbledore's house unity rules./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I guess it was good that Hermione was made Head, because I would sooner punch Malfoy then to try and be nice. Patience she was, our Hermione. I just can't wait until Malfoy pushes her too far. Then Malfoy will have bit off more then he could chew, for if Hermione's anger was ever unleashed, the person she was angry at would get it. Harry and I had pushed her a couple of times, and we stopped right on the brink, and that was still scary./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;""Hermione…Hermione." I roughly pushed and prodded at her shoulder. "Nooo… let me sleep!" She mumbled as she turned onto her side. I groaned to myself, and with a pull, she fell to the floor. Her eyes fluttered open, and her mouth was set in a small o. "Ronald Weasly. Did you just push me off this couch?" I looked down at her with bloodshot eyes, as I fought down the one hundredth yawn that threatened to come on. "Maybe I did, but it's because a certain professor is waiting patiently out in the hall to take you to YOUR dormitory. Sorry Herm, but you're head girl. So go get in your own bed, while I take this spot that you so readily warmed up for me." I quickly jumped onto the couch, and pulled the quilt up under my chin./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Hermione sat up, and just glared, but it was all lost in the humored look in her eyes. She shook her head, and I could see as she silently laughed. "Goodnight Ron." She whispered as she stood, then she gave me a peck on the forehead. I'm glad it was dark, so she couldn't see as my face burned. Then with a last look, she turned to leave. I smiled at her retreating form as people groaned, and some yelled as she stepped on them. Turning back on my side, I fell straight back into the slumber I had only 5 minuets ago./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"strong*~*~*~Hermione's P.O.V.~*~*~*/strong/p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;""Hey!" "Sorry… sorry, didn't mean to step on you." I whispered trying to find clear footing on the Gryffindor Common Room floor. I finally reached the portrait, and it opened quietly. The fat lady stared down her nose at me "If you had not fallen asleep in the Dormitory, I wouldn't gave been awakened for Dumbledore to get you." She turned her head away angrily, and I muttered a quick apology which she didn't notice./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I turned to face Dumbledore as he smiled warmly down at me. "I'm hope Ron didn't mind getting you so much, but I don't think I could maneuver through so many bodies." His eyes twinkled merrily, and he turned to lead the way. In his place stood a smiling Malfoy. He shook his head and "tsk-ed" in the most annoying way. Then with a grace that seemed inhuman, he strode off after Dumbledore. I stare down at myself, and tried to no avail to flatten the wrinkles in my clothes. I feared what my hair and face looked liked. Sighing, I followed./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I felt like I was in a trance, there was nothing to distinguish my journey through the halls, as I walked in a sleepless haze. I suddenly stopped at a painting that hung on the wall. First all the picture showed was a black sky during a night thunder storm. Then slowly a man appeared, his cloak billowing as he walked closer and closer. In his hand he held the reins to the black horse that walked beside him; smoke billowing from its nostrils. The man's face was covered by his hood, and his eyes seemed to glow. He stared down at Malfoy and I, and I felt as though my mind was being read through. I instantly drew up the walls in my head, and the man smirked before turning to face Dumbledore. "They will do." Dumbledore nodded his head, and turned to us, "Now each of you will get your own password for entering the Dormitory, this is in case someone sneaks into the Dormitory, we can then know from what house that person was from. Then you will have another password for entering your room. Draco your room is on the right, and Hermione your room is on the left." I nodded my head, and Dumbledore paused before starting to walk away./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Dumbledore was nearly down the hall, when Malfoy called to him, "Professor… how was it that Pansy and Blaise got to the station on time?" Dumbledore turned back around and chuckled, "Oh, they didn't get there on time, but your head of house decided to go and retrieve them." Malfoy nodded solemnly, and I heard his whisper to himself, "For once Snape I wish you hadn't done that." I glanced up at him wondering what he meant, but his eyes were trained to Dumbledore's retreating back./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I tuned to the hooded man in the painting, and he asked quietly, "Password?" His voice sent shivers down my spine, and I pondered what to make my password. As I stared up at the man, I knew in the painting he was drawn alone, and in a dark setting for a reason. I smiled up at him and whispered quietly so that only he could hear, "Outcast." I could tell the man was startled by my knowing look, even though I could not see beyond the hood. His glowing eyes widened, and then dilated to slits, "You are one with intelligence, and perhaps you shall figure out my secret like your friend already has." His eyes glanced over at Malfoy, and I looked at Malfoy in surprise. The portrait opened quickly, and I entered still staring back at Malfoy as he refused to meet my eyes. The portrait shut behind me, and I glared at it. I could hear the man as he laughed./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I brushed the dark man and Malfoy from my mind, and walked into the room. I gasped as I was met with the clash of modern black and white. Though the colors clashed, they also matched and complimented one another. The black couches brought out the white washed wood's faint black lines. The black brick fireplace looked inviting with the cracking glow from the fire. The shag rug looked so soft that she could see herself taking a nap on it by the fireplace. The large floor length window towards the back of the room was large and you could see out onto the castle grounds with the forest just beyond it. I could tell that it was enchanted by the slight glimmer at the windows pain. From the outside I best it looked like the structure of the castle wall. Rounding the couch, I walked to the painting on the left wall. In the painting stood a white tiger, its blue eyes staring into my own. It purred quietly, and I smiled before saying, "Predator". I liked that aspect, from being a Gryffindor lioness myself. The tiger nodded its head, and the portrait opened. I wonder if they somehow knew I liked tigers./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I sighed as I was met with the colors I liked the best, Gryffindor Red, silver and black. Though the colors seem dark, and sometimes portrayed as evil, they also drew me in, in more of an alluring mysterious sense. I hardly noticed anything else but the bed that quietly spoke to my body without words. I slipped quickly under the warm soft covers, and as my head hit the pillow, I could not help as sleep overcame my exhausted body./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"She lay on the couch where she had collapsed. All over on the floor and stairs Gryffindor's lay. Some were even snoring in their sleep. Hermione's eye lids fluttered quickly as she dreamed, and I wished I didn't have to wake her. Yawning loudly, and then stretching, I cursed falling asleep closest to the door. Dumbledore just had to assign me to trample all over the others to get a Hermione Granger who just had to fall asleep the farthest away from the portrait, before going off to her OWN dormitory. Hey, she practically didn't live hear anymore. But then Malfoy popped up in my mind's eye. Bugger, I'd chain myself to my bed before staying in the room across from Malfoy. Not to mention walking out of your room to see him, torn between wanting to punch the git, or follow Dumbledore's house unity rules./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I guess it was good that Hermione was made Head, because I would sooner punch Malfoy then to try and be nice. Patience she was, our Hermione. I just can't wait until Malfoy pushes her too far. Then Malfoy will have bit off more then he could chew, for if Hermione's anger was ever unleashed, the person she was angry at would get it. Harry and I had pushed her a couple of times, and we stopped right on the brink, and that was still scary./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;""Hermione…Hermione." I roughly pushed and prodded at her shoulder. "Nooo… let me sleep!" She mumbled as she turned onto her side. I groaned to myself, and with a pull, she fell to the floor. Her eyes fluttered open, and her mouth was set in a small o. "Ronald Weasly. Did you just push me off this couch?" I looked down at her with bloodshot eyes, as I fought down the one hundredth yawn that threatened to come on. "Maybe I did, but it's because a certain professor is waiting patiently out in the hall to take you to YOUR dormitory. Sorry Herm, but you're head girl. So go get in your own bed, while I take this spot that you so readily warmed up for me." I quickly jumped onto the couch, and pulled the quilt up under my chin./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Hermione sat up, and just glared, but it was all lost in the humored look in her eyes. She shook her head, and I could see as she silently laughed. "Goodnight Ron." She whispered as she stood, then she gave me a peck on the forehead. I'm glad it was dark, so she couldn't see as my face burned. Then with a last look, she turned to leave. I smiled at her retreating form as people groaned, and some yelled as she stepped on them. Turning back on my side, I fell straight back into the slumber I had only 5 minuets ago./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"strong*~*~*~Hermione's P.O.V.~*~*~*/strong/p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;""Hey!" "Sorry… sorry, didn't mean to step on you." I whispered trying to find clear footing on the Gryffindor Common Room floor. I finally reached the portrait, and it opened quietly. The fat lady stared down her nose at me "If you had not fallen asleep in the Dormitory, I wouldn't gave been awakened for Dumbledore to get you." She turned her head away angrily, and I muttered a quick apology which she didn't notice./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I turned to face Dumbledore as he smiled warmly down at me. "I'm hope Ron didn't mind getting you so much, but I don't think I could maneuver through so many bodies." His eyes twinkled merrily, and he turned to lead the way. In his place stood a smiling Malfoy. He shook his head and "tsk-ed" in the most annoying way. Then with a grace that seemed inhuman, he strode off after Dumbledore. I stare down at myself, and tried to no avail to flatten the wrinkles in my clothes. I feared what my hair and face looked liked. Sighing, I followed./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I felt like I was in a trance, there was nothing to distinguish my journey through the halls, as I walked in a sleepless haze. I suddenly stopped at a painting that hung on the wall. First all the picture showed was a black sky during a night thunder storm. Then slowly a man appeared, his cloak billowing as he walked closer and closer. In his hand he held the reins to the black horse that walked beside him; smoke billowing from its nostrils. The man's face was covered by his hood, and his eyes seemed to glow. He stared down at Malfoy and I, and I felt as though my mind was being read through. I instantly drew up the walls in my head, and the man smirked before turning to face Dumbledore. "They will do." Dumbledore nodded his head, and turned to us, "Now each of you will get your own password for entering the Dormitory, this is in case someone sneaks into the Dormitory, we can then know from what house that person was from. Then you will have another password for entering your room. Draco your room is on the right, and Hermione your room is on the left." I nodded my head, and Dumbledore paused before starting to walk away./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Dumbledore was nearly down the hall, when Malfoy called to him, "Professor… how was it that Pansy and Blaise got to the station on time?" Dumbledore turned back around and chuckled, "Oh, they didn't get there on time, but your head of house decided to go and retrieve them." Malfoy nodded solemnly, and I heard his whisper to himself, "For once Snape I wish you hadn't done that." I glanced up at him wondering what he meant, but his eyes were trained to Dumbledore's retreating back./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I tuned to the hooded man in the painting, and he asked quietly, "Password?" His voice sent shivers down my spine, and I pondered what to make my password. As I stared up at the man, I knew in the painting he was drawn alone, and in a dark setting for a reason. I smiled up at him and whispered quietly so that only he could hear, "Outcast." I could tell the man was startled by my knowing look, even though I could not see beyond the hood. His glowing eyes widened, and then dilated to slits, "You are one with intelligence, and perhaps you shall figure out my secret like your friend already has." His eyes glanced over at Malfoy, and I looked at Malfoy in surprise. The portrait opened quickly, and I entered still staring back at Malfoy as he refused to meet my eyes. The portrait shut behind me, and I glared at it. I could hear the man as he laughed./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I brushed the dark man and Malfoy from my mind, and walked into the room. I gasped as I was met with the clash of modern black and white. Though the colors clashed, they also matched and complimented one another. The black couches brought out the white washed wood's faint black lines. The black brick fireplace looked inviting with the cracking glow from the fire. The shag rug looked so soft that she could see herself taking a nap on it by the fireplace. The large floor length window towards the back of the room was large and you could see out onto the castle grounds with the forest just beyond it. I could tell that it was enchanted by the slight glimmer at the windows pain. From the outside I best it looked like the structure of the castle wall. Rounding the couch, I walked to the painting on the left wall. In the painting stood a white tiger, its blue eyes staring into my own. It purred quietly, and I smiled before saying, "Predator". I liked that aspect, from being a Gryffindor lioness myself. The tiger nodded its head, and the portrait opened. I wonder if they somehow knew I liked tigers./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I sighed as I was met with the colors I liked the best, Gryffindor Red, silver and black. Though the colors seem dark, and sometimes portrayed as evil, they also drew me in, in more of an alluring mysterious sense. I hardly noticed anything else but the bed that quietly spoke to my body without words. I slipped quickly under the warm soft covers, and as my head hit the pillow, I could not help as sleep overcame my exhausted body./p