Chapter 5

The next morning Hermione awoke to the sound of music! Coming from the door leading to the bathroom, "sounds like someone is a morning person." She sighed to herself. Groggily she got up and started to pull out her robes before heading towards the bathroom, she could hear the Beowulf bros rock song on. Ugh what horrid music taste. Loud, barely audible lyrics and ear splitting noise! Wizards these days just don't seem to be able to compose.

Bang bang "will you hurry up in there" Knocked Hermione. "I have to class to you know!"

"Hold your hair on Granger! Some of us actually take pride in how we look!"

"What like a slimy git" she muttered under her breath sitting back down on her bed.

Twenty minutes later he finally came out, fuming she slammed the door on him.

"Oww, you'll pay for this Granger!" Shouted Draco at her through the door.

Stupid mudblood stubbed his toe! The nerve, there were still forty five minuets before classes started still plenty of time to eat and shower. What was her problem?

Rushing towards the great hall with her bag slung over her shoulder she nearly dropped the books in her hands when she saw Ron talking to Pansy Parkinson! In a small alcove right by the hall. Lord what could they be talking about it. She couldn't imagine what Ron would have to talk to her about, it seemed like it was a heated conversation. He was probably yelling at her that was all. She decided not to read too much into it. After all she was not into gossip as her Patil friends and co.

She walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down across from Ginny and Harry.

"Morning"

"Hiya Hermione, you look like your bird forgot to go off." Said Ginny taking a bit of her sausage biscuit. "No he never forgets. (Magical Alarms for witches are small transfigured birds that wake you up every morning. Hermione's was a mini peacock called Herbert that she had fondly transfigured in her fourth year)

"It was bloody Malfoy he took an hour in the shower can you believe that!

And then he had already taken up the whole counter with hair products and exotic lotions, and perfumes! I can't believe I have to put up with this!" She exclaimed as she stabbed her pancakes.

" You have to share a bathroom with him?" Asked Harry "unfortunately that's how the head's house is set up, though the past heads were probably not sworn enemies so it would never have bothered anyone, but with Malfoy… I'll have to just be up earlier than him tomorrow if I want to make it on time from now on"

Just as Ron came to join them the mail came, with it their new class schedule.

"Oh great all seventh years are together for every class, I forgot we'll be with the four Slytherin members now too." "Yes Harry but at least they won't be in my; Ancient Runes or Arithmancy they never take that."

"Oh you took that again this year?"

"Yes of course."

"Well what's this Muggle Unity class we all have to take?"

Said Ron, scratching his head. "I don't remember seeing any books for it on the list." "Don't be silly Ron; it was the muggle and wizard alliance book by Jillian keen. The famous pureblood, that married a muggle born, and lost her fortune to the Parkinson family. The next in her late fathers will, she still advocated muggle rights up until her death in 1890. Well I'll be off see you in Potions"

"but where are you going? "Said Ron

"I have to go to the..." "Library" they said altogether.

"Yes Bye!" And with that she sped off towards the library not noticing Draco's glare.

That no-it-all was going to prove difficult to live with this year thought Draco to himself, as he watched her exit the hall, books in hand. Looking as though her cheap bag was about to tear. "Draco how are you? Would you mind if I sat beside you?" Since when did Pansy ask for permission to sit beside him? She was usually all over him and it was hard to try to keep her away from him. "Sure" he shrugged as he really looked at her for the first time in a long time. Her eyes were puffy like she'd been crying, her skin paler now than he had ever seen it. Her dark hair lacked the usual luster to it that she tried so hard to maintain. "What's wrong with you? You look as if the cat dragged you in off the street and pissed on you!" "Nothing I'm just… not well" there was a sadness in her voice that he seemed to understand now. It must have been the death of Crabbe. They had been close last year, he heard while he wasn't there, the next big thing must have been Crabbe. Not wanting to think about him again, he concentrated on his schedule. For the life of him he didn't know why farther had chosen his classes, Arithmancy? What the bloody hell did he have to take that for?

"Pans do you have Arithmancy?"

"No that class is to dull for my taste." She smirked.

Great I wonder other than the brain who did have it…