An Unlikely Love
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Chapter nine
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The Wild Lady
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Hermione and Draco waited until there was movement in the portrait. They looked up to see a woman in her early twenties; she had green hair and piercing all down her ears. She even had her eyebrow and lip priced. The name plate on the bottom of her portrait called her the Wild Lady.
"Ah ha," she said. "So you're the new heads. It figures they'd pick a now-it-all."
"Hey," Hermione said shrilly.
Draco let out a chuckle.
Hermione turned her glare to Draco, "Not a word," She warned.
"And you look like a prick," The portrait continued.
"Hey," Draco shouted his smile slipping off his face.
Hermione chuckled.
"Shut your mouth," Draco warned.
Hermione raised her eyebrows with attitude. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"So it's fine for you to laugh at me, but not the other way around?" Hermione said stiffly thrusting her hands on her hips in a very Mrs. Weasley-ish way.
Draco didn't answer, "Pickley Pinky Punks," he huffed.
"Well don't you have an attitude on you," the portrait said swinging open.
Once they stepped through the portrait hole, they saw the normal common room. It was smaller then the Gryffindor common room, but there was more than enough room for the two of them. There was a huge fireplace on the wall, in front of it sat a large couch, two arm chairs on either side of it, a rug lay in-between the fireplace and the couch, a coffee table sat in the middle of the rug, off to the side a small round wooden table sat with two wooden chairs pushed in. The color scheme of the room is neutral. The walls an off-white, the sofa and arm chairs a light brown, and the rug a mixture natural colors.
On each end of the room, a door sat. Hermione went to the room on the right and Draco to the room on the left.
Hermione walked into a room covered in silver and green. The room held a double sized bed with a green bed spread that had a serpent on it, the blanket was lined in silver. A wooden dresser, a night stand, and a desk with a swivel chair lay against the wall. A door off to the left proved to be a small simple bathroom.
Draco entered a room full of scarlet and gold. The double sized bed in the corner of the room held a comforter that held a lion in the middle of it. The blanket itself was red and lined in gold. A wooden dresser, a night stand, and a desk with a swivel chair also sat in the room against the walls. He checked out the door to the left and found a small bathroom.
Walking back into the bedroom he grimaced at the colors. The Gryffindor colors, this must be her room.
Seeing the trunk in the far corner of the room, he went to it. A feeling of sham washed over him as he opened her trunk. It was packed tight with clothes. Why do girls always pack too much? He dug around the clothes and came upon books. The top book looked different than the others. It was leather brown. The cover said it little gold wording 'Property of Hermione Granger, Privet.' He pocketed the book in his jeans under his robe. As he closed the lid, someone cleared their throat behind him. He turned to see Hermione glaring at him.
"To what do I owe this great pleasure?" He grinned lazily, standing.
"What do you think you are doing?" she asked shrilly placing her hands on her hips.
Draco was at a loss for words. He didn't think he would get caught. Deciding to play it out he smirked and replied, "I was just wondering what kind of panties you had in there."
Hermione's jaw dropped. She blushed a deep shade of red. "I…I…" she stuttered.
Taking a deep breath, she stormed over to the door. She held it open and said in a dangerously low tone, "Get out!"
Draco slowly walked out the door. He turned around and faced Hermione. "Don't forget," he smirked, "I'm only a door away." He winked.
Hermione slammed the door shut in his face.
Turning on her heel, Hermione threw herself face down on her new bed. The nerve! How dare him. He had no right once so ever!
She turned over and looked around her room. It was a mirror image of Draco's. She liked it. She began unpacking her things.
Draco saw the door swing shut in his face. His smirk stayed on his face, knowing he had gotten to her. If she always overreacts like this, I just might have some fun this year. He thought walking into his new room.
After unpacking his things, he went into the common room and sat on the sofa. The fireplace was already on and the wood was cracking from the heat. One of the house elves must have turned it on when I was in my room. He kicked his shoes off and put his feet up on the coffee table. Leaning down in the seat, he started to doze off.
Hermione came out of her room some time later with a book and a thin, warm blanket in hand. Her plan was to get comfy on the couch in front of the fire and read until she got tired. But she stopped short. A single paper lay on the table in the far corner of the room. She went to the table placed her book and blanket on the floor, and sat, reading who it was to.
It was addressed to the head boy and girl.
Getting up from the table, she went to Draco's room and knocked on the door. No one answered. She sighed and turned around. And there he was, sitting, sprawled out on the couch, asleep. She smiled at him, but then realizing who she was smiling at she wiped the smile off her face.
He had his feet on the coffee table in front of him. He had scooted down in his seat, his head on his chin.
Not wanting to touch him, she looked around for something to poke him with. Finding only his shoes around, she picked one up and chucked it at him. Hitting him square in the chest, Draco jumped awake.
"What that…" Seeing Hermione standing there he sat up straight. He looked down and saw his shoe on his lap. "What'd you do that for?" he asked holding the shoe up and shaking it.
"I needed you to wake up," she said shrugging.
Hermione moved around the table and sat next to him. "Look," she showed him the paper. Holding it in front of her she began reading out loud.
"Dear Head Boy and Girl,
You both should get some sleep. Alarm clocks have been placed on your night stands and are going to go off at the crack of dawn. The head boy and Girl have responsibilities, be in the Great Hall no later that half pass when you wake. You are both need to eat as soon as you get there, then patrol the Great Hall as everyone eats their breakfast. In the morning a new note will be where you found this one.
Good night
Professor Dumbledore"
Hermione finished reading. "Well, I guess we best get to bed," she said.
Draco nodded. "Night," she said watching him stand and going into his room.
Hermione suddenly felt alone. I miss Harry, Ron, and Ginny. I don't think I can get though this with out hanging out with then every night. I need my friends.