Four : Sleeping with the Devil
Ooh.. ^_^ I like the title. heehee
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It's really funny how much one's facial expression can change in a split second. I never thought I could see Harry and Ron look like they did when I told them about the "punishment".
They look somewhere between mildly disgusted and shocked beyond comprehension, and just a touch of OH MY GOD in their expressions. This was probably the only highlight of the worst day of my life.
Crabbe and Goyle just looked really confused. Though you can't really blame them, I don't think they even understand what I said even now.
"No way, Hermione. You don't mean You and Draco?" Ron cried clutching his stomach. I think he felt a slight urge to vomit. Though it might be because he ate too much clams again.
"We just have to stay 3m within each other." I rolled my eyes. "Your saying like I'm getting married to him."
Harry shuddered. "So are you coming back to the Gryffindor's Common Room (or is it main room? Ahh! I can't remember!) or what?" Harry asked, his brows furrowed.
Draco who had stayed mercifully silent all this while decided it was time for him to speak. "I'm not sleeping anywhere near the Gryffindor's Main Room."
"Well I'm not sleeping anywhere near the Slytherin's Main Room!" I said acidly.
Draco and I was posed for another World War when a rather stern voice cut us off curtly. "Why isn't it Mr Malfoy and Ms. Granger bickering in the halls again." Professor McGonagall said, her smile was rather frightening.
"Er, Professor McGonagall. . ." Harry said. "Is there any way of changing Hermione's punishment? Isn't her punishment quite severe? And it would certainly bring about lots of inconveniences not only to Draco and Hermione but the other students and teachers."
I wanted to clap and shout bravo for Harry, but I stayed politely silent. Draco and I looked hopefully at Professor McGonagall.
The Professor smiled. "Severe? Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy are fifth year students. They should know much better than fighting in the halls. and using magic improperly. (I had the decency to blush.) Besides, I'm sorry but I can't take off the spell - only they can do it themselves."
Ugh. I looked at Draco who was scowling right back at me. I had the eerie vision of me as an sixty years old and still "attached" to Draco!
"But Granger has different classes from me." Draco said. "And how do you expect us to sleep?"
"I have informed the teachers in charge. They know what to do." Professor McGonagall said, and she actually smiled. "As for your accommodations, that is the reason why I came back to find you."
She turned to Harry, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle. "Now please return to your dorms, I feel lenient today and shall not deduct any points but I can't say the same in the future."
Harry and Ron gave me a "we will think of something for sure" look at me as they walked off reluctantly. Crabbe and Goyle gave me a nasty glare (The only expression they have besides the confused one) and shrugged off after a rather aloof farewell to their "leader".
It was kind of funny actually. Thinking of Draco as the devil and Crabbe and Goyle as his minions.
"Now please follow me." Professor McGonagall smiled and started walking in the opposite direction.
"Maybe we will sleep in a dungeon." I said to Draco who was about 1 m away from me.
"Whatever it is, You are not allowed to tell anyone." Draco said sternly.
"Then what you want me to say?" I retorted. "Draco, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly thrilled to be having the once in a lifetime opportunity to stick to you like sticky glue."
"Well, I just wanted to make it clear that whatever it is we are still enemies." Draco said coolly.
"Stop stating the obvious." I glared back.
We were about to fight again (the third time today!) when Professor McGonagall stopped. She pointed to the two doors and passed us each a key. "Here your rooms. Have sweet dreams." Smiling, she walked off quickly.
Which was kind of weird. I tried my key on the door with the moon. Draco got the room with the door with the stars. Needless to say, Draco and I didn't bother saying good night.
The room was quite handsomely furnished, though I wondered how long it was since the last time somebody actually slept here. There was a grand four poster bed with velvet coverings, a silver full body length mirror (probably to check for bruises from bumping into Draco), two medium-sized chestnut drawers (presumably for my clothes and books), a beautiful oak table (that seemed to be quite an antique) and another door that led to the bathroom.
Well I guess this was home sweet home for this year. I opened the drawers and surprisingly someone had placed my luggage here earlier. I wondered where Crookshanks was though.
I screamed, but it was muffled thankfully by my hand.
I had seen the reflection of myself in the silver mirror.
And frankly, I didn't like it.
Somehow like a machine or something, I would wake up with clock- like precision every morning at seven. Quickly, I took a bath, got dressed, took my books and my blank parchments (I was getting a bit worried about my assignments) and was about to dash to meet Harry and Ron when I realized something.
Yes. Draco was still sleeping.
How did I know? After wasting five minutes waiting outside for that snake and banging his door, I went in (another surprising fact is that my key can open his room. I'm seriously wondering about the keys and our rooms. And how did Professor McGonagall know that I would pick the moon room anyway?) and found surprise surprise the dark prince himself still sleeping.
Rather soundly I might add. His room was like the boy version of mine. Except for the full-length mirror, though I think Draco would have appreciated it more than me.
Draco was well - I'm never going to say it every again! This was the first and the last time I'm ever going to say something as remotely disgusting as this he was ACTUALLY quite cute asleep. He looked like an angel. Like the mask he wore in the day, that cold hard facade just melts away when he sleeps.
I guess it was hard to put up a cold front all the time. I was even hesitant to wake him up. Because maybe if he slept all the time, Draco and I could actually be friends.
I looked around and found a jar of water on the oak study table (hmm, special room service for his majesty?). I picked it up and crept slowly towards Draco's bed.
I don't know why but I did feel a bit nervous.
I was about to pour it all over Draco's pretty blonde head (oh no!I just called him pretty - it must be not enough sleep) when he . . .
He woke up. His dark blue eyes staring straight at me.
Oops!
Ooh.. ^_^ I like the title. heehee
I want to thank everybody who reviewed!!! This chapter is dedicated for you!! And I promise to write a nice long one this time!!
Dedicated to : hyalite, Draco-luver, Hermione Malfoy, Rebecca, Me, Allie, Leeann, OneTurnOuttaTune, Emma, TzamZ, heeros girl and Cedric Diggory! ^_^ Thanks!
It's really funny how much one's facial expression can change in a split second. I never thought I could see Harry and Ron look like they did when I told them about the "punishment".
They look somewhere between mildly disgusted and shocked beyond comprehension, and just a touch of OH MY GOD in their expressions. This was probably the only highlight of the worst day of my life.
Crabbe and Goyle just looked really confused. Though you can't really blame them, I don't think they even understand what I said even now.
"No way, Hermione. You don't mean You and Draco?" Ron cried clutching his stomach. I think he felt a slight urge to vomit. Though it might be because he ate too much clams again.
"We just have to stay 3m within each other." I rolled my eyes. "Your saying like I'm getting married to him."
Harry shuddered. "So are you coming back to the Gryffindor's Common Room (or is it main room? Ahh! I can't remember!) or what?" Harry asked, his brows furrowed.
Draco who had stayed mercifully silent all this while decided it was time for him to speak. "I'm not sleeping anywhere near the Gryffindor's Main Room."
"Well I'm not sleeping anywhere near the Slytherin's Main Room!" I said acidly.
Draco and I was posed for another World War when a rather stern voice cut us off curtly. "Why isn't it Mr Malfoy and Ms. Granger bickering in the halls again." Professor McGonagall said, her smile was rather frightening.
"Er, Professor McGonagall. . ." Harry said. "Is there any way of changing Hermione's punishment? Isn't her punishment quite severe? And it would certainly bring about lots of inconveniences not only to Draco and Hermione but the other students and teachers."
I wanted to clap and shout bravo for Harry, but I stayed politely silent. Draco and I looked hopefully at Professor McGonagall.
The Professor smiled. "Severe? Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy are fifth year students. They should know much better than fighting in the halls. and using magic improperly. (I had the decency to blush.) Besides, I'm sorry but I can't take off the spell - only they can do it themselves."
Ugh. I looked at Draco who was scowling right back at me. I had the eerie vision of me as an sixty years old and still "attached" to Draco!
"But Granger has different classes from me." Draco said. "And how do you expect us to sleep?"
"I have informed the teachers in charge. They know what to do." Professor McGonagall said, and she actually smiled. "As for your accommodations, that is the reason why I came back to find you."
She turned to Harry, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle. "Now please return to your dorms, I feel lenient today and shall not deduct any points but I can't say the same in the future."
Harry and Ron gave me a "we will think of something for sure" look at me as they walked off reluctantly. Crabbe and Goyle gave me a nasty glare (The only expression they have besides the confused one) and shrugged off after a rather aloof farewell to their "leader".
It was kind of funny actually. Thinking of Draco as the devil and Crabbe and Goyle as his minions.
"Now please follow me." Professor McGonagall smiled and started walking in the opposite direction.
"Maybe we will sleep in a dungeon." I said to Draco who was about 1 m away from me.
"Whatever it is, You are not allowed to tell anyone." Draco said sternly.
"Then what you want me to say?" I retorted. "Draco, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly thrilled to be having the once in a lifetime opportunity to stick to you like sticky glue."
"Well, I just wanted to make it clear that whatever it is we are still enemies." Draco said coolly.
"Stop stating the obvious." I glared back.
We were about to fight again (the third time today!) when Professor McGonagall stopped. She pointed to the two doors and passed us each a key. "Here your rooms. Have sweet dreams." Smiling, she walked off quickly.
Which was kind of weird. I tried my key on the door with the moon. Draco got the room with the door with the stars. Needless to say, Draco and I didn't bother saying good night.
The room was quite handsomely furnished, though I wondered how long it was since the last time somebody actually slept here. There was a grand four poster bed with velvet coverings, a silver full body length mirror (probably to check for bruises from bumping into Draco), two medium-sized chestnut drawers (presumably for my clothes and books), a beautiful oak table (that seemed to be quite an antique) and another door that led to the bathroom.
Well I guess this was home sweet home for this year. I opened the drawers and surprisingly someone had placed my luggage here earlier. I wondered where Crookshanks was though.
I screamed, but it was muffled thankfully by my hand.
I had seen the reflection of myself in the silver mirror.
And frankly, I didn't like it.
Somehow like a machine or something, I would wake up with clock- like precision every morning at seven. Quickly, I took a bath, got dressed, took my books and my blank parchments (I was getting a bit worried about my assignments) and was about to dash to meet Harry and Ron when I realized something.
Yes. Draco was still sleeping.
How did I know? After wasting five minutes waiting outside for that snake and banging his door, I went in (another surprising fact is that my key can open his room. I'm seriously wondering about the keys and our rooms. And how did Professor McGonagall know that I would pick the moon room anyway?) and found surprise surprise the dark prince himself still sleeping.
Rather soundly I might add. His room was like the boy version of mine. Except for the full-length mirror, though I think Draco would have appreciated it more than me.
Draco was well - I'm never going to say it every again! This was the first and the last time I'm ever going to say something as remotely disgusting as this he was ACTUALLY quite cute asleep. He looked like an angel. Like the mask he wore in the day, that cold hard facade just melts away when he sleeps.
I guess it was hard to put up a cold front all the time. I was even hesitant to wake him up. Because maybe if he slept all the time, Draco and I could actually be friends.
I looked around and found a jar of water on the oak study table (hmm, special room service for his majesty?). I picked it up and crept slowly towards Draco's bed.
I don't know why but I did feel a bit nervous.
I was about to pour it all over Draco's pretty blonde head (oh no!I just called him pretty - it must be not enough sleep) when he . . .
He woke up. His dark blue eyes staring straight at me.
Oops!
