How are you all going? I hope you are enjoying the story. I know every finds this little comment things annoying, but I may as well have some fun :) I wrote this chapter really quickly – straight after the first chapter, on the same day. Sorry if the chapter are a little short, but to me, a chapter that is more that 3-6 pages just too long to write and read.

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All is fair in love and war

a story written by Grace Robin

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Chapter 2 – La stanza di amore ed odia

As food began to appear on her plate at dinner in the Great Hall, Hermione began wondering where Chris was. She had seen him earlier, but before she had had a chance to talk to him, she had been wisked off by Professor McGonagall to meet with Professor Dumbledoree before the great feast. She scanned the hall but couldn't see him anywhere. Her head told her that he was probably just off in his room up in Griffindor tower, but her heart told her otherwise. But she would not worry about it now. At the moment, her thoughts were telling her to stop Ron from piling anymore food onto his plate, as it was already beginning to fall off the plate and onto the nice clean white table cloth on top of the Griffindor table.

After a lengthy discussion with Ron about what he was doing, Hermione began to tuck into her food. She was half way through her second roast potato when she heard all the sixth and seventh years in Slytherin house burst into laughter. As the laughter died down, people in other houses began to look away from the commotion and back to their food, but not Hermione. She listened on. Then out of Malfoy's mouth she heard her name. As she listened even harder she began to realise what he was saying about her, and her cheeks starting going crimson red. Anger began to pump through her veins and she stood up, making her way over to the Slytherine Table. As she got closer, Malfoy's talking got softer and softer until she was right next to him.

"Coming over the admire me Granger? Or just to beg for some more Malfoy?"

"Malfoy, you discusting ferret, do you even listen to yourself? In case you didn't notice, you didn't nearly bed me – I nearly put to sleep the chance of you ever putting a girl in your bed again," and once she stated this, as loudly as physically possible, she slapped Malfoy so hard across the face, that a bruise began to form fast enough for all to see.

"My my, she is strong, but she will never win," Malfoy thought to himself, as he began to pull himself off his chair at the Slytherine table. He would never admit the shame of what this girl had bestowed on him that day. But he would get her back. Draco took a quick glance around. The whole hall was watching his every movement. Before Hermione had a chance to react, Malfoy was holding onto her by the shoulders, grabbing her so hard that it felt like he was breaking her shoulders.

"Well well Granger, if you are so intent on touching my face, go ahead now," sneered Malfoy, running his hand through his hair. But this was a vital mistake on his part. For as he began to let go of one of her shoulders, Hermione took the chance and punched Malfoy smack on the nose, then kneed him so hard in the groin that he was on the floor crying for nearly ten minutes.

"That'll teach you to mess with Miss Hermione E Granger," and off walked Hermione, not caring about what the teachers would do to her for her actions.

Hermione left the Great Hall and and made her way to the Head's dorms. In the letter she had received from Professor Dumbledore, there had been a map to the Head's dorms, plus the password. After a few minutes, Hermione found her way to the room, and there before her was a portrait of a beautiful fairy in a spring time garden. As Hermione said the password "La stanza di amore ed odia" the portrait swung open to reveal a stunning room, with drapes strung in huge loops from the ceiling. There was a beautiful fireplace with a fire lit, long chairs and comfy couchs strewn everywhere in the common room and an exquisite staircase in the middle of the room, leading onto a balcony. As she looked along the balcony, she saw that on the left side, their was a door labelled "Hermione E Granger", and on the right side, a door labelled "Draco L Malfoy". The rooms were not too close to each other, but not too far apart either. Hermione could only guess that something must be between the two rooms, but it must have been a very small room, because the doors were only 4 metres apart. As she walked up the stairs, she moved her hand along the rail of the stairs. The wood was smooth and brown, freshly varnished and shiny. Once at the top of the stairs, she turned to her left and walked the short way to her room. When she entered she was even more surprised. Some how the room was rigged to her imagination, and so everything that she wanted was in there. From the outside, the room had not looked all that big – but inside, it was nearly 1 and a half times as big as the huge common room below her. "It must have an inlargement spell in it," Hermione contemplated, and continued to look around the room. In her room she was amazed by what her imagination had come up with. Her walls were a very strange colour, a kind of purply-green, but also gold and silver. There was a double king-sized bed that hung from the roof, and was about 30 centimetres off of the ground, so that the bed could swing. There was a jacuzzi, a mini kitchen, a love chair, a table, a huge walk in wardrobe full of awesome clothing she had only just seen in her latest teen magazine, and much much more. She couldn't believe her luck.

As Hermione lounged back on her swinging bed, she had an idea. Why not try out the spell that enchanted her room? She began to think of food - to be more exact, chicken and hot chips. Instantly, on the empty side of her bed, appeared a plate with chicken and hot chips on it.

"Te he he, what fun. Let's try some more, shall we?" said Hermione, and began to think of her favourite teddy bear that she had left at home. Almost straight away, her teddy fell into her arms from a large net of her favourite soft toys hanging on the roof of her room.

"Hmm, I wonder how much that roof can hold?" questioned Hermione. Hermione was bored with making new things appear, so she tried something else. As her imagination came to life, her bed gently fell from the roof, and changed into a four-poster bed, which looked like one belonging to a princess. It had pretty shiny material hanging from the sides, and it made her feel so so special.

Suddenly she remembered Chris. Hermione quickly imagined up a mobile phone and rang Chris' cell.

"Strange – his phone is off. I'll go look for Harry and see if he's seen Chris anywhere," and so Hermione left her dream land of a room and went to look for Harry. Although, without realising it, she didn't fully close her door.

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Once Draco had finally recovered from his injuries caused by Hermione, he made his way up to the Head's dorms. As he walked along tenderly, he bumped into Hermione. At the sight of him, she began laughing so hard she had to stop walking because she wasn't breathing properly. As he snarled at her, she started to walk on again, ignoring him. But Draco didn't care. He was too pissed off as it was. She had embarrassed him in front of the whole school, and even his best mate Blaise laughed at him.

"So much for friends always being there for you," muttered Draco as he reached the Head's portrait. "La stanza di amore ed odia" quoted Malfoy. He wondered why Dumbledore and McGonagall had chosen that password - 'the room of love and hates'. Well, they definitely got the the 'hates' part right. Malfoy was too tired and in too much pain to admire the common room. He just walked up to his room and collapsed on his bed.

In his room, there was nothing but the bed. You couldn't even see walls, only the door leading out of the room. Malfoy had no clue why. And the bed was so uncomfortable. Then he began to see photos appear around him, of his father beating him as a younger child, haunting him. "Why are these showing? Uh oh, is this room enchanted?" asked Draco with dread trembling in his voice.

Into his head came thoughts of a comfortable bed, since this one felt like it had nails coming through his back. Suddenly, his bed became the most comfortable bed he had ever been in, even more than his bed at Malfoy Manor. As he spread out on it, he suddenly saw a girl lying next to him. She was facing away from him, but by her hair, he could tell who it was.

"What? Why is Granger here? And why is she in my imagination?" and instead of even trying to get rid of that thought, he pushed the imagined girl off the bed, and marched out of the blank room.

He was about to leave the Head's dorms completely, and he saw that Hermione's door was slightly open. Intrigued by what was in Hermione's imagination, Draco made his way into her room. What he saw before him amazed him. He hadn't expected it. He had thought it would be all organised and neat, with only sensible things in it. But he was definitely wrong. What he saw before him was something beautiful. It was like a little girl's imagination – so pure, so innocent. With an evil idea, Draco tried to imagine her room as disgusting and full of frogs and spiders, but for some reason his imagination didn't work in her room. How very strange.

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